Savages (Depraved Sinners 3)

I obey right away, biting my bottom lip as my fingers brush past my clit again and force another soft moan out of me. “Shit, Levi,” I breathe, my body already so worked up by just the mere sight of him playing his drums.

“Pull those blankets back, Shayne,” he murmurs, the sound of his voice sailing right through my chest and making my pussy clench. “Let me see you.”

Wanting him to appreciate the moment just as much as I am, I peel the blanket back and a cold rush of air brushes against my soaking cunt, making me jump as a soft gasp slips through my lips. My fingers keep moving, slipping in and out, and just to make sure he gets the full X-rated version, I spread my legs even wider and adjust my hips to show him absolutely everything.

He picks up the beat of his drums and I follow suit, knowing all too well that despite him being across the room, he controls my every move.

“Take my glass from the bedside table,” he instructs.

My brows pinch together as I quickly glance to his side table to find a half empty glass of something, and not wanting to disappoint, I reach across and curl my fingers around the cool glass. I watch him expectantly, more than ready to play along with whatever game he’s wanting to play.

“Drink it.”

Swallowing hard, I bring the glass to my lips while keeping my fingers slowly moving in and out of me while my thumb moves up to circle my clit. I breathe in the brown liquid and decide that it’s bourbon as I tip it up, the condensation from the bottom of the glass dripping onto my bare tits and slowly trailing down my body, catching every little bit of Levi’s attention.

Drinking what’s left of the bourbon, I lower the glass and meet his heated stare once again. “Take an ice cube,” he tells me.

Fire burns through me in the most delicious way, remembering the first time he’d touched me. He’d teased me with an ice cube until finally pushing it inside of me, and damn it, I’m so here for round two.

A grin pulls at my lips as my gaze darkens, loving the way he watches me. “Now what?” I purr, holding the ice cube between my fingers and letting the chilled water drip over my body.

“Play.”

One word is all he needs.

I bring the ice down to my body, slowly trailing it over my collar bone and down to my breast. The ice melts quickly beneath the warmth of my skin, and as I circle my nipple, it quickly pebbles, desperate for Levi’s touch. When my skin starts to burn beneath its cold touch, I trail it down further, groaning as the water pools and runs, messing the sheets beneath me.

I suck in a gasp as I trail the ice over my stomach and jolt the further I go, making my pussy clench around my fingers. I try to keep to Levi’s beat on the drums, but the ice is distracting me in a way that I wasn’t prepared for.

I push it further down, squirming under the chill, and as it finally makes contact with my clit, I suck in a deep gasp, briefly closing my eyes and tipping my head back. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, sliding it over my clit in tight little circles.

Needing something more, I lower the ice further until I can finally push it into my pussy, gasping as the ice moves inside of me. I slowly push my fingers back in, nudging it further and groaning with delight. I can’t help but squirm as Levi watches me, determined to come before the ice completely melts.

My fingers keep the ice moving within me and my other hand comes back to my clit, teasing it with quick little circles until my body can’t possibly take anymore.

Levi’s tongue rolls over his bottom lip, and the hunger in his eyes is enough to push me right over the edge. I come hard, crying out Levi’s name as my pussy clenches around my fingers, melting the last of the ice. My walls spasm wildly as my orgasm pulses right through my body. My toes curl and I groan low, biting down on my lip once again.

Too intense to keep going, my fingers pause inside of me, needing to come down from my high. I take a few deep breaths as my body finally begins to relax, and just when I think it’s over, Levi stands from his drum, throwing his sticks down.

He strides toward me, palming his massive cock through his shorts as a grin tears across his face, his eyes warning me that the ice was only a warmup. “Spread those fucking legs, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m hungry.”

Sneaking through the halls of a massive mansion is a lot harder than it sounds, especially when you have hot cum leaking out of you and trailing down the side of your leg. I duck into the nearest bathroom, grumbling to myself as a soft hue rests against the massive window, telling me the sun is just about to make an appearance.

I can’t say that a night of sex was really on the agenda when I went to bed last night, but I’m not going to complain … well, only about the cum dripping down my leg. That’s unfortunate, but to be fair, Levi offered to help clean me up as I scooted out of bed, but I insisted that he get some sleep. Hell, I even switched off his bathroom light and slipped out of his room just to give him the silence he needs.

Getting myself cleaned up, I tiptoe back toward my room, not wanting to wake anyone, but as I pass the massive stairs that lead down to the foyer, Ariana’s familiar tone breaks through the silence. “I swear,” she murmurs, trying to keep her voice low, but in such a big open space, concealing a tone like hers is nearly impossible. “I just want to get out of here.”

My brows furrow and I creep toward the edge of the stairs and peer down into the foyer below, finding Ariana with a Louis Vuitton suitcase and a passport in her hands. Roman stands in front of her, his jaw clenched and betrayal deep in his eyes. “You fucking hear me, Ariana,” he says. “If you ever come back here, I will destroy you. That’s a promise.”

She shakes her head. “Come with me,” she says. “It was always supposed to be just you and me. We can get far away from all of this shit and start fresh. That girl isn’t good enough for you. She’s just a little bitch who likes getting off. She’s a whore, and you know it. Just come with me. We can make it work.”

I clench my jaw. She was so close to earning just a little bit of respect from me until she had to go and ruin it. Even after everything she’s been through, she still can’t figure out where she’s going wrong.

I roll my eyes. I had started to feel sorry for her. It was a long drive back here and she spent most of it curled in a ball. Roman even sat in the back and allowed her the smallest comfort of sitting by her as she sobbed, mentally replaying everything she’d been through since Giovanni first took her. So yeah, I felt for her. I even considered sitting her down and offering her a tea or coffee and a chance to talk it all out to help move past the haunting memories, but to hell with it now. If she wants to keep being a back-stabbing bitch, then that’s on her.

Roman laughs, the amusement crossing his face until he realizes that she’s serious. His smile fades away and he pulls back from her. “You’re fucking kidding, right? I would rather dig my own eyes out with a rusty switchblade than let you claw your way back into my life. You’re leaving right fucking now and never coming back. Forget you ever knew me.”

“Roman, no,” she says, panic thick in her tone. “Don’t do this to us. We have so much history. How can you just throw that away? You were the first man I ever loved. The only man. Please.”