Page 58 of They Break Beauty

“You’re sick,” I rasped against the constricting grip he had around my throat.

“Oh, baby, don’t kink shame.”

“It’s not a kink. Not for me.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

When I went to throw another biting response at him, he tightened his hold around my throat, then leaned in and whispered hauntingly at my ear, “When the lights went out, did you see the demons?”

Oh my God.

“Is that… is that what you call them?”

“Yeah.”

When I didn’t respond, he asked, “You?”

“I don’t call them anything.”

“How about in your head?”

“I don’t think about them… about it.”

“Impossible.”

“It’s not. It’s in the past. Far in the past.”

“What about your nightmares?”

“Stop,” I said, struggling against him. “Get off me.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want me to do?” he said, rolling his hips.

A gasp escaped me as I felt his hard cock rubbing against my inner thigh. “How… how are you hard after I brutalized your balls and dick alike?”

He ground harder against me, making me feel every impressive inch of him.

God.

“My pain tolerance is spectacular.” He slid his free hand down to the hem of my dress and fingered the material. “You know what else is spectacular? You in this dress.” As he started inching it up and exposing more of my thigh, he spoke at my ear in a low rumbling sexy tone, “Most spectacular of all, though, is how you react to my slightest touches.”

Shit.

Goosebumps broke out at the point of contact, my core clenching at his teasing.

“Your pulse is pounding,” he said, stroking the sensitive skin of my throat and adding yet more stimulation to the mix.

He took it further as he nibbled at my ear lobe, sending sparks of intensity through me.

“Levi…” I thought I meant it as a protest. I thought I’d intended the word ‘stop’ to follow right after. But it just ended on a soft moan instead.

“There it is,” he said, lifting his head, his face so close to mine it felt like his striking blue eyes were melding with mine.

His hand left my throat and trailed down, across my collarbone, to the tops of my breasts. At the same time, his other slipped right under my dress, his fingers gliding all the way up my thigh to the edge of my panties.

Sparks of need spread everywhere then, heat engulfing me, and I couldn’t look away as the sensual intensity trapped me in his spell.

And then he slid two fingers beneath the silk.

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