LEVI
ELEVEN
In the doorway of her cabana, she gives me a one-armed hug. “Thank you for everything. You’re truly my hero.”
I press a gentle kiss to her forehead as she pulls from my arms. Once the door is locked and the lights eventually flick off, I head for my cabana.
She really does need rest, and so do I. I had planned to return as Hunter but would prefer not to overwhelm her when we have months of vacation time to fill.
Once in my room, I send her three messages.
Sleep well, Sunshine. I won’t be visiting tonight. You had a long day. Besides, keeping you on the edge loses its punishment if I return tonight.
You look gorgeous in the moonlight. I hate Levi even more now.
Be prepared for tomorrow. You’ll never know where I am.
She doesn’t respond, which means she’s likely already passed out. Feeling satisfied, I too get ready for bed and then plan what I’ll do to her tomorrow.
We spend breakfast together until, unfortunately, I leave her to work so as not to give my father a reason to pester me about ignored responsibilities.
From my office window, I watch her hang out by the main pool, alternating between suntanning and swimming.
She orders drinks and snacks and speaks to no one, but the vibe radiating off her, even from my distance, is addicting.
She’s brighter than the sun in her black bikini that makes me seethe at every man who gawks at her. Dad will murder me if I drown a guest, but fuck, if they don’t stop looking at her, my actions won’t be my own.
When the fourth walking by ogles too long, I yank my second phone from my back pocket.
Me
Do you realize how many people are staring at you?
She reaches for her phone, and the instant she reads my message, her head jerks up to scan the pool. When she presumably finding no one watching, she scans the building, but since I’m high up, concealed by reflective glass, she won’t find anything.
Vengeful _Summer
There’s only one way you’d know that… Stalker.
Me
Your stalker.
Vengeful _Summer
Psycho.
Me
Won’t deny that. Be lucky I’m not going down there to prove to you and everyone else why your body is mine. Your sounds are mine. Your cum will stain that cement, so fucking help me.
She suddenly lifts her head again, slides her sunglasses atop her head, and scans the building directly across from her, eyes landing on me. There’s no physical way for her to see me or even suspect I’m Hunter.
I’ve been careful over the years—never dropping too much about myself, never keeping my accounts open on any screen she might see them on.
She acts different with me as Hunter, which is how I know she believes we’re two people.
She admits things she’d never share with me as Levi, often about me.
She’s more open, less frightful of rejection, though all these years later, there perpetually seems to be a barrier between us that keeps her somewhat distanced.
Vengeful _Summer
Prove it. ‘Down there’ means you’re inside one of the buildings, so there’s nothing stopping you.
Me
I’m in my hotel room, so yes, above, but no, I’m not coming down.
Mainly because I can’t.
Luckily, before this conversation goes more off track, there’s a knock at the door and a murmured, “Sir, I have the reports you requested.”
“On the desk, please. Thank you.”
Once the steps fade and my door shuts again, I type a parting message:
Me
You’ll regret daring me. Be prepared for tonight.
Vengeful _Summer
What’s happening tonight?
I leave her on read, on the edge of anticipation for two days in a row, and get to work. Every so often, I catch her checking her phone for a message that doesn’t get delivered.
We eat lunch together as Levi and Summer at one of the casual restaurants.
She joins me in the main offices for a tour, checking out all the staff areas and resort secrets that make this place function.
Our journey ends back in the manager’s office, where I was watching her from before, when my father calls.
She sits on the edge of my desk, swinging her legs while sipping on something yellow and fruity that contrasts her black cover-up draped lower on one shoulder. I may have been watching her in a bikini earlier, but something about the peek of a shoulder has my cock fighting to stay down.
Having her nearby is distracting while my father rambles on about…
stuff. Yet, this is what I envision for the future: Summer living a life of luxury and relaxation after surviving years of emotional, verbal, and physical abuse.
We’ll tour the world, do whatever the hell we want, and never stress again.
“How’s Summer?” Dad’s question gains both our attention. She sets her glass to the side and stares at the phone, as if my father’s about to come through the screen.
“She’s good. Enjoying the beach and all the hotel’s facilities.”
“I see.” Dad sniffs, clearly swallowing his real feelings about her presence. “She’s not too distracting?”
Her cheeks redden, but I’m more focused on the expanse of tan legs only a few inches from my arm, and I’m fighting to not stroke my fingers up her skin.
She’s the biggest distraction to me—not that I’d admit to either of them.
“Nope. Hardly see her during the daytime. We only hang out for meals.”
“Good. Tell her I said hello.” He hangs up without an insulting comment, which is big for him, but still, Summer’s expression takes a dive.
“Ignore him. He’s getting better.”
She picks up her cup again, tracing the edge with her thumb. “Years of us being friends, and he still hates me. You should give up trying to change that.” Her low demeanour has me cursing, agreeing to the call at all.
“I’ll never stop making him understand you’re not going anywhere.”
A staff member comes in with a drink we ordered, ending the conversation. Summer returns to drinking and watching the ocean through the window while I finish reviewing financial reports.
“If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?” she asks suddenly, gaze unmoving from the water.
You.
“Not sure. You?”
“Freedom. Not only from Dad, but from my thoughts, the trauma. Freedom from working, to have the funds to travel and see the world.”
Just like that, she formed our post-graduate plans.
“Dad owns overseas operations. After next semester, I’ll mention wanting to check in there. We’ll do a Europe trip.”
Her gaze dives to my cell, and she doesn’t need to say it; the doubt in her expression is obvious.
“I’m going to hang out in my room for a bit, maybe in my pool.” She slides off my desk, keeping her cup close. “See you for supper?”
She’s gone before I can respond or kill the negative thoughts I’ll use Hunter to pull her out of.
It’s well after midnight, after she’s gone to sleep, when I slip inside her cabana. It’s been an hour since she texted me as Levi, so my visit isn’t close enough that she links it as a coincidence.
She’s passed out, her bare leg kicked out from beneath the covers, face buried in her pillow. Admittingly, I hoped she’d be awake, to fight a little, give some chase.
After adjusting my mask, I unloop the rope I’ve brought with me. It drapes like a snake, ready to constrict itself around our prey and swallow her whole.
I tie one end around the bedpost by her head and then carefully slide it beneath her wrist to form a cuff. Once taut, I move to the opposite side and do the same with her other wrist to limit her movements. Her ankles remain free to maneuver her body easier.
She makes another noise, moving her head. Hair shifts onto her face, so I push the strands away, letting my fingers linger for a moment longer. She’s so fucking soft, so lovely, all bound up like this.
The monster within growls at having our prey, our darling, our Sunshine, in rope.
I draw the blanket down her body. Her breasts protrude, nipples jutted, and my cock hardens. There’s no longer any need to conceal my desire for her. I undo my pants and take myself in hand, rubbing myself from root to tip.
I near the bed until my knees press into the mattress. She moves her head, her pouty lips parting—so fuckable. Cum beads on my tip, my thumb rubbing it around. The monster inside me wants to gag her, choke her, make her swallow our cum.
“Time to wake up, Sunshine.”