SUMMER
TWELVE
Salt and silk.
My tongue chases the addictive but strange taste once, then again, this time drawing myself from sleep. There’s a breathy noise I’m sure comes from me; my mind can’t make sense of it or determine the exact location.
Salt, silk, and a hardness tap my bottom lip. The feeling runs along the shape of my mouth. I move my head, not certain if I’m trying to get away or accept it.
“Fuck, Sunshine.”
Sunshine. Only one man calls me that, so either this is a really good dream, or…
My eyes open. A figure stands above me, obscured by the night.
“Wake up, girlie.” I open my eyes to my father by my bed. He’s holding scissors in his grip, which he uses on the zip ties around my wrists.
Salt and silk again pull me from the past. I yank my wrists, trapped—just like the zip ties—and a gasp for breath bursts from my chest.
Air, air, air! I need air.
A hand grips my hair and neck, angling my face up to stare at the mask hanging over me.
Then, I breathe.
Hunter—Levi. His familiar scent swims, clouding my mind—clearing the past.
“Getting the sense fighting wasn’t for the game.
” His thumb strokes the corner of my mouth, reminding me how I woke up.
It wasn’t his thumb touching me, though, that I can be certain of.
Although he’s masked, I envision the typical soft look he gives me during every other breakdown he’s unfortunately witnessed.
“I-I… Sorry. No, but continue.” My body slumps to the bed, more tired than even when I was asleep. “Sorry to fuck up your plan.”
“Isn’t that the point of this?” His hold around my neck loosens to trace my pulse.
“Working through trauma. Teaching your body that not every touch, everything like this”—he reaches to lightly tug on the rope—“means it’s your father.
That there’s pleasure, not pain, at the end. Do you need me to stop?”
Need, not want. Because he knows me and how determined I can get.
As much as his grip allows for, I tilt my head to study the ropes spreading over both my arms, making him practically lean over me. Along with his mask is the hoodie again, but the very apparent skin jutting from his pants draws my attention.
His cock.
My tongue sweeps my bottom lip as all the pieces fall back into place. He watches me, straightening slightly and removing his hand from my neck but maintaining the one in my hair.
“You were…”
“Trying to wake you up choking on my cock with nowhere to escape.” My thighs clench—an act that isn’t hidden from him. “You like the sound of that.”
“Y-yeah.” There isn’t a reason to lie at this point.
“Then part those pretty lips for me. Let me paint them in a colour that’ll warn others not to go near you.”
“Is this about the pool yesterday?” Knowing he was watching from above had me feeling…
bold. It was strange, because I knew exactly where he was and even who he was, yet our conversation—just like all our other virtual ones—was different than the ones we’d have as Levi and Summer.
A piece of him that won’t always be mine, no matter what he says.
It was the retainer his father pays that helped put my father away, so what’s it say if I go against his parents’ wishes and be with him?
“It’s about everything.” He grips himself. “Open up, Sunshine.”
My lips press together in defiance, and a low noise emits from his chest—almost a growl. His cockhead taps against my pressed lips once, a threat, before he grips my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes.
My lips are forced to part, and he pushes the head of his cock between them. His soft skin glides through my mouth for a few inches, pausing for me to catch my breath.
“Fuck, baby.”
There’s a power in those two words, the ability to drop a man to his knees, despite being the one tied up and ‘forced’ into this position. Heat flushes through my core, and my tongue slides over him, forgetting the part when I’m meant to fight.
He moves to my throat, meeting my gaze, his own igniting into black flames. “Unless you want to be tied to this bed for the rest of your vacation, you will not bite.”
That doesn’t sound terrible. Not with him as my jailor.
“Now suck.”
He shoves deeper into my mouth, using my hair to pull me onto him. My eyes water when his cock hits the back of my throat, and, with a low moan, he strokes himself between my lips.
“Tap the bed if you want this to end.” His whisper cuts through the haze otherwise filling the room, the serious topic momentarily throwing me.
While I focus on breathing and not choking, Hunter fucks my mouth at a steady pace, only going so far, like he’s that good at reading my body.
When his breathing shifts, so does mine. The craving between my legs seeks relief when rubbing my thighs together isn’t enough. He releases a low moan, muffled by the mask that has me dying to see his expression, to see if Levi and my fantasies are one and the same.
“Fuck, Summer, look at you. Look at how well you’re taking me. God, I might keep you like this forever. My perfect little slut.”
I moan, and it vibrates over his cock, filling the room alongside his chuckle.
Relief, I nearly plead with him. Please, please, please, touch me.
“So needy,” he murmurs, and then I feel it—relief. His finger slides through my core to the point it nearly has me sobbing. Instead, I suck harder as my knees fall open.
“You didn’t fight long. I’d say you’ve disappointed me, but you can never do that.”
Next time. I tell him that with my tongue, rubbing the underside of his cock. The salty flavour of his precum mixes with the taste of my submission.
His grip in my hair tightens, and he slams inside, relentless, and my eyes immediately water. At the same time, his finger slips inside me, curling. He slams both inside me simultaneously and then pulls away entirely, leaving me panting.
“You did so good. Good enough, it’s time to give you what you needed yesterday.”
“Please,” I beg without thought, because he’s right. It’s difficult to fight, to reclaim that side of my trauma, when everything with him is so damn perfect.
His mask tips, and I envision the smirk that always gets me. Suddenly, he grips my hips and flips me onto my stomach, my arms twisting with the rope. He doesn’t let me catch my breath before pushing my knees up until my ass is in the air.
“Fucking beautiful.” The ache in my arms, the awkwardness of this whole position, disappears when he rubs my core. “I’m remembering yesterday, when this ass was being admired by half the resort.”
A sharp stinging sends me careening forward, a cry ripping from my throat.
He pauses before his next hit, rubbing the spot that’s probably red. “I don’t want to dictate your clothing. Wear whatever you want—wear nothing if it makes you happy. But don’t count on anyone around you being left alive.”
He’s so fucking disturbing. And possessive. And psychotic.
How have I never noticed this side of Levi before? He’s been hiding as much from me as I’ve been from him.
“Okay,” I agree, because what else could I possibly say to that?
He dips two fingers inside me, curling right into the place that makes my toes curl in the blanket.
“Fuck…fuck…”
I move up on my knees and then drop back down, fucking myself on him. I’ve been on edge since yesterday, and waking up to him over me—besides my momentary freak-out—then having the taste of him on my tongue makes me so desperate to finish this, I might actually cry.
He bends over me, changing the angle. His mouth is by my ear when he rumbles, “After tonight, there will be no one else for you. I’ll be your ending. If another man even fuckin’ fantasizes about you, I’ll gut him.”
I want to be. More than anything, I long for him to be what he’s claiming.
“Fuck.”
My head drops as my pussy clamps down around him the same way my heart did years ago. Neither wants to let him go, even if I know I’ll have to soon. Despite his words, it won’t be a happy ending when he is inevitably forced to choose between me and his family’s legacy.
“There she is.” He circles his thumb over my clit, drawing out my orgasm to the very last drop. “You moan so pretty for me.”
Between my heavy breaths, he undoes his pants, his belt clinking. My breath catches, anticipation as vast as the ocean behind us.
“You can’t make that promise,” I say for some reason, long after the conversation passed. “To be my ending, I mean. This is the real world.”
Read between the lines, Levi.
Weight shifts off the bed, and I turn to catch him standing beside it. He grips my hips and flips me onto my back, legs falling open. Then, he crawls on top of me, a predator in his own making. His cock rubs through my wet core before his hips shift, lining himself up.
“Wanna fuckin’ bet? You’re a monster’s whore, Sunshine.”
He slams his entire cock inside me.