35. Violette
VIOLETTE
As satisfying as it is to watch Levi submit to me, watching his muscles flex and glisten with perspiration as he approaches climax is inarguably riveting. But I’m utterly drenched between my thighs, and this man has not once protested my ministrations so that I may achieve orgasm first.
To say that I am disappointed is an understatement.
And it just reaffirms that men are inherently selfish.
I needed him to prove me wrong.
Instead, we’ve barely met, and already he’s just taking whatever I’ll give him without giving anything in return.
I watch his handsome brow pinch, jaw parting wider, as his stomach flexes, and every muscle in his body tightens, ready to take him over the edge.
I shift my grip to his balls and squeeze.
He lets out a growling curse, and I don’t miss the anger flashing behind his eyes, effectively summoning my inner daemon.
“Fuck—What the fuck, Vi?—”
My palm strikes his cheek, cutting him short.
Clarity fills his wide-eyed gaze as he steadily exhales from his nose.
Drawing in a deep, calming breath, I steady my voice.
“Speak to me with such violence again, and I’ll hog-tie you and dump you in the black bog. Leave you to be tortured and devoured by the creatures that dwell there. Do you understand?”
His eyes study me as if seeing me for the first time, and the stark reality that we know almost nothing about each other comes crashing in.
Perhaps touching his cock was a tad hasty, but it doesn’t excuse his lack of chivalry.
His features soften with each passing, silent moment.
“May I ask why exactly you nearly ripped my balls off?”
His question sounds equal parts curious and detached.
Lucky for him, I detect no sarcasm.
“Because you’ve done nothing to earn my touch. I will not engage with a male who cares nothing for whether or not I achieve orgasm. A male who just takes whatever I will give without giving in return?—”
Levi’s brows pinch. “I would have offered afterwards, obviously.”
I am... repulsed.
Offered.
Afterwards.
“Is that how weak your moral imperative is? How insignificant your desire to please me is?” My voice morphs into something mocking and whiny. “I would have—maybe, perhaps, only if you really wanted me to, held me at fucking dagger-point—‘offered afterwards.’”
Levi’s lips twitch with humor. “I see your point. I beg for your forgiveness.”
My gaze narrows with displeasure. “You disgust me.”
Turning my back on him to summon another portal, frustration burns through me. My fingertips darken as black and lilac-hued electricity and vapors pour from a slit in the air, dilating further until it’s as tall as Levi’s bedroom and nearly as wide.
I turn to find him watching with wide-eyed fascination before his eyes jump to mine.
“Don’t leave yet.”
Ha.
Ha ha.
Helpless laughter bubbles out of me at the ridiculous idea.
“Leave? Darling, you’re coming with me.”