Orient Fevre

I groped his pocket hunting for the remote. Levy snatched my hand and held it firmly.

“Give me the remote.”

“Kiss me, Violet.”

“Screw you. Give me the fucking remote.”

“I’ll give you the screw and the fucking. But I don’t know about the remote. I love seeing you like this. You look so beautiful when you’re horny.”

I was drunk, delirious with need. I couldn’t stand this torture anymore. I needed to come or the buzzing needed to end. “Please, Levy, make it stop.”

He purred, looking triumphant. “Violet. Kiss me.”

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick his ass. But I was helpless. He had total control over me. I’d never been like this before. I was breathless when I tiptoed to give him a kiss. He snuck his palm on the small of my back as our lips met. I kissed him. Tenderly. His tongue wet my lip, tracing me with curiosity. I trembled with burning desire. The ecstasy had taken me into the edge, and all he’d done was kiss me.

He parted his lips, his eyes luminously blue as he watched me shiver with arousal.

“Poor kitten,” he whispered. “I won’t tease you anymore.” His hand moved into his pocket and the bullet stopped vibrating.

I panted, relieved, wanting to collapse on the floor. Levy kissed me again, sweet and tender as his hands travelled over my thighs. He bunched up my gown and slipped his hands on my pussy.

“Shit,” he whispered between our kiss when he found out how wet I was.

I was practically drenched with my own liquid lust.

“Take it out,” I urged him. I heard the fabric tear. He ripped my panties off without a shred of modesty. “I meant the fucking bullet!”

“Whoops.” He pecked a kiss on my lips. “I like this better.”

“Oh.” He cupped my mound and slipped a finger into my burning heat.

The wicked bullet fell into his palm. I pushed his hand away and drew a relieved breath. It was over. He couldn’t torture me anymore.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Levy pulled me into his arms again. “We haven’t finished.”

I groaned.

He shushed me quiet. “You don’t think you’re leaving me out like this, do you? I’m hard for you.”

“Levy, you’re always horny.”

“Well, I blame you.” He hitched up my gown and trapped me between him and the balcony railing. “You made me like this, you wicked little temptress. I can’t control myself whenever you’re near.”

He pressed his hard erection on my pubis, letting me know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But I vowed to myself I wouldn’t sleep with him anymore. He complicated my life. And the worst part was I couldn’t resist him. It drove me nuts.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Levy.”

“Wrong, try again.”

He wrapped one arm around my waist, offering me no surrender while his free hand unzipped his pants. I sucked a hard inhalation when I felt the tip of his cock graze my cunt. The impact was devastating. My defences came crumbling down like the fabled Babylon tower. My body screamed with manic needs, wanting him, lusting for him…damn him, damn him, damn him.

Levy took my silence as a sign of surrender. He lifted up my thigh and thrust himself inside me. My heart pounded hard as everything around me palpitated into slow motion. I could feel every inch of his flesh spearing me open, that thick fat cock plundering me, robbing me off the last strands of my sanity. His cock throbbed inside me. Hot. Wickedly good. I clawed his shoulders, whimpering, while my pussy clenched around his hard shaft.

He kissed me when the ecstasy left me speechless. And his kiss said it all. I started to find the truth in his words. Maybe we were destined to be together. Maybe I really was his mate. He made me feel like no man ever had before. My wicked prince, highly addictive like the sugary sweet confection.

“Do you feel it?” he whispered.

I watched him in a daze.