Page 97 of Aching for His Discretion

All of a sudden, he grabbed my neck, and I inhaled as he went harder, placing pressure on my jugular. I gazed up at him, vulnerably, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Listen to me,”he said darkly, and my eyes widened as he jerked me closer to him by the neck. Part of me was frightened as his hand was cutting off my air and circulation, however there was still a naughty spark of arousal that seemed to slip past my fear.

“I’m fucking letting you go. Do you understand? I’m choosing to let you go and to be on your own. I’m choosing to let you be free and pursue your career… We both know I could’ve talked you into staying, hmmm, pretty girl?” he muttered, and I whimpered as I still felt him deep inside of me.

“You can go to Maryland… You can go to the other side of the fucking world for that matter, but remember that you willalwaysbelong to me. Your feelings, your heart, your smile,your little pussy…all of it is fucking mine. And if I find out that someone else… touched what’s mine, they’re fucking dead. Do I make myself clear?” he asked, and I nodded quickly as I felt myself become unintentionally wetter at his rather serious threat.

Before I could question it further, he let go of my neck and pulled out, causing me to gasp at the now-empty feeling. He turned me around and pushed me forward to lean over the desk before I felt him enter me again. My eyes rolled back as he went faster, forcing my release to approach quicker.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me…” he muttered, and I threw my head back as my legs shook again.

“You can take it, baby. Fuck, my dirty little girl,” he whispered, and I slapped the table, causing the lamp to fall over as he reached around my waist, his hand toying with my clit.

“That’s it… come on. Milk my fucking cock… good girl,” he whispered in my hair as he continued relentlessly.

My mind felt foggy as my eyes began to feel droopy, and he gripped my hips tightly as he used me slowly. Looking back, I could see the sweat on his face as he hissed slightly.

“I need to cum in this little cunt... cum with me, baby. Fuck, this shit is too fucking good.”

He moaned in my ear, and I convulsed as I grabbed his hand, letting go as my eyes rolled to the back of head. Losing my balance, I was grateful that the table was holding me up as I could barely stand with my trembling legs.

After we both came undone, I felt so drowsy and sleepy, which was a normal occurrence after our… fun time.

Levi breathed in deeply, and he placed a lingering kiss on my back as I shuddered softly. He pulled away and pulled my dress down slowly.

One moment, I was in his arms as he ascended the stairs. The next, I found myself cuddling into his chest as we sat in the lavender-scented bath.

His hands caressed my back softly as I listened to the sound of his heart beating. I traced my finger on his arm and sighed softly as he placed a kiss in my hair. His words from earlier lingered in my mind and part of me began to feel sad at the idea of leaving once again. Even though I had made that choice—

I wanted you to have this. Something to remember me… remember us by, hmm?

—it seemed as though he was also making a choice for me… forusas well.

“What’s wrong, Tesoro?” he asked after a moment.

“You’re letting me leave,” I whispered, and he sighed.

“Tesoro…”

“You’re not even putting up a fight to get me to stay.”

“Let’s not talk about this now—” he began, but I cut him off.

“Why? Is it because you already gave me something to remember you... us?” I asked, and he sighed as I pulled away from him, crossing my arms defensively over my exposed chest.

“Why didn’t you ask me to stay?” I pressed, and he remained silent.

He’d lost the somewhat calm look in his eyes, and they were now empty, empty of any emotion, almost as if he was trying to shut them off.

“You gave me a million reasons to run away. And when I did, you always brought me back, you always fought for me. But now it’s different, hmmm? Because I’m the one begging you to tell me not to leave even after all you’ve put me through, and you just want to push me away!” I said, progressively getting angrier.

“Teegan,” he muttered, and I stood up and quickly grabbed the towel as tears fell from my eyes.

Exiting the bathroom, I began putting on some comfortable clothes that I’d left here a few months back.

He came out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame.

“Right now... I’m not good for you,” he said, and I whipped around to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. Not good for me? He wasn’t good for me when he manipulated me into believing his lies. He wasn’t good for me when he followed me to my parents’ home and coerced me into accepting his apology. He wasn’t good for me when he impulsively reacted to anybody who was seemingly a threat to me.

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