My hand falls to his chest, and I feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath, knowing that it has absolutely everything to do with me. Meeting his eyes, I stare deep into them, tearing back the layers of my walls and letting him see the true, vulnerable me who lives inside. “That’s not going to happen,” I whisper, feeling his fingers tighten on my waist. “You and Marcus, hell maybe even Roman too … you’ve all opened my eyes to this insane, dark world that scares the shit out of me. It’s raw and terrifying, but I want to be here because being here means that I get to have you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. I’d rather die than have to live another day without you all,” I tell him. “Sitting down in that cell in the desert, I started thinking that maybe I was never going to see you again and the very thought of it broke me. I know you didn’t intend on this happening, and I sure as hell didn’t either, but you’ve forced your way in, despite this crazy, intense world, and made me fall for you, and I’m never going to give you back. Your heart is mine whether you like it or not. No refunds. No exchange. It’s a done deal.”
“Are you sure about that?” he questions. “Because if you’re just fucking with me to get me back for kidnapping and torturing you, I’m going to be fucking pissed and every cell inside me is going to tell me to fuck you up but I’m not going to be able to do it.”
I lean in and press the softest kiss to his delicious lips. “You can’t fake something like this,” I whisper. “I know you feel it just like I do.”
A soft smile pulls at his lips as he curls his arm around my waist, dropping me back to the hard floor of the training room once again. “Like I said,” he murmurs, his dark, intense eyes boring into mine. “You’re going to be trouble.”
“Damn straight, I am,” I grin. “But trouble is fun, and you’re a sucker for a good time.”
“I’m a fucking sucker for you.”
His lips crush down on mine, completely devouring me and leaving no room for argument. Our tongues battle for dominance, and despite knowing that his stubborn nature will force him to keep going until he wins, I don’t possibly give in, not yet at least.
His hand slides up my torso and slips under the fabric of my crop before pulling it over my head, forcing our kiss to break apart. “Jesus,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “What the hell are we going to tell the grandchildren when they ask how we met?”
Levi laughs, his breath brushing over my lips. “We tell them the truth.”
“Oh yeah?” I laugh as his lips drop back to my neck. “And what’s that?”
“That I have a weakness for women in chains and lingerie and you like to make deals with devils and the two just sorta … meshed together, and the rest was history.”
“Really?” I question. “And here I thought it had something to do with a broody asshole who kidnapped me right out of my apartment, though I could be thinking of the million other men who have kidnapped me over the past few months. It’s a little hard to keep track.”
His hand skims up my body until his fingers are lightly curled around my throat. He gives a gentle squeeze as his lips pull into a wicked smirk. “Don’t you dare confuse our first night together with those amateur attempts by other men. That night is special to me.”
“Oh, I bet it is,” I tease, remembering that night perfectly, and more specifically how this asshole had hidden in my closet, watching me get myself off … well, attempt to get myself off, seeing as though Tarzan decided to burst into flames and tried to torch my coochie. I lift up just enough to brush my lips over his, more than aware of how my movement has his fingers tightening around my throat. “Tell me, which part of it specifically got you hard? Watching me get myself off while you spied on me through my closet door, or stalking me through the halls?”
A low growl sounds through his throat as he grinds his hardening cock against my core, my questions making his eyes sparkle like some kind of devil. “You know what really gets me hard?” he questions, releasing my throat and skipping his fingers right down my body until he’s cupping my pussy. “Watching your tight cunt squeezing my cock like it will never let it go.”
A thrill pulses through me and I capture his lips again in mine. “Really?” I breathe. “I can’t say that I know what you’re talking about. You’ll have to show me what you mean.”
Hunger tears through his gaze, and within seconds, he’s on his feet with his strong fingers curled around my ankle. He gives me a hard tug and I slide across the training room floor like a hockey puck on ice.
Levi spins me, whipping me around until I face the mirrored wall at the back of the room. He drops down behind me and spreads my legs wide, watching me through the big mirror as my pussy clenches in anticipation.
He reaches behind himself, and in the next moment, I see a sharp blade glistening in the light of the room. His eyes bore into mine through the mirror, and the longer he holds my stare, the more fidgety I become. Fuck, he’s going to make me come before he’s even touched me.
His arms curl around me and he grips onto the tight fabric of my workout tights before effortlessly tearing straight through them with the blade. The material falls from my legs, and he doesn’t hesitate to do the same to my black, lace underwear. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little disappointed that he didn’t just tear them off with his teeth. Beggars can’t be choosers though.
Wanting me to have an unobstructed view of my pussy through the mirror, he lifts me just slightly and yanks the torn material out from under my ass. The moment it’s gone, I see her—my pussy, glistening with my arousal in all her naked, bare glory.
I clench, and damn it, the grin that pulls at his lips is enough to cripple me. “See how fucking stunning you are?” he tells me, flipping the blade over in his hand, letting the sharp tip dig into his palm as he presses the curved handle to my collarbone.
My eyes zero in on his movements, breathing heavily as he trails the smooth handle across my body. It slips down between my tits going just slow enough to drive me wild with need. My pussy throbs and pulses with anticipation, and if he doesn’t cut the shit and touch me soon, I’ll have to do it myself.
Levi tsks me, shaking his head as he captures my stare through the mirror. “Patience,” he warns, slowly trailing the knife down past my ribs, making me suck in a gasp as the subtle touch sends a wave of goosebumps over my skin.
I watch him closely, completely mesmerized with his every move as he goes further and further south, until finally, the smooth, cold handle brushes over my exposed clit. My body jolts and I gasp, not having expected to feel quite so sensitive.
He goes again, this time a little firmer as he rubs the slick handle in tight circles. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe, reaching up behind me and curling my hand around the back of his neck. What is it about watching that makes it so much more intense?
He dips the handle lower, mixing with my arousal and I hold my breath in anticipation, watching as he slowly pushes the handle deep inside my core. My fingers knot into the back of his hair, squeezing tight as my pussy contracts, feeling the coolness of the handle as it rubs against my walls.
Levi slowly draws it back out of me and the handle glistens with my arousal. “This,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to my neck while still watching me through the mirror, “is what I see.”
My breath comes faster, my need for more burning so hot inside of me that I can’t pull myself together long enough to form any type of response, so instead, I just watch, the hunger in my eyes telling him exactly what he needs to know.
“See the way your cunt squeezes around it?” he murmurs, his breath brushing across my skin like a gentle caress as he pushes the handle back inside and curls his other arm around me, capturing my clit between his fingers. I gasp, my body jolting and clenching. “The way you try to hold it there as though you can’t bear the thought of me pulling it out? The way your body reacts to my every touch? That’s what gets me hard.”