Page 90 of Taken By Storm

Kasi’s pussy clenched around him, drawing out every drop of come. She was on birth control, but that didn’t stop him from sending out a silent prayer that his swimmers were stronger than the contraceptive.

His desperation had him seeking other ways to tie her to him.

Kasi remained bent over as their orgasms faded, her forehead pressed against the surface of the door as she panted, breathing heavily.

Levi released her hips, and perfect red marks where his fingers had gripped her caught his attention. Those were going to be bruises.

He searched for some semblance of guilt or regret, but he had none. He wanted her to see them, to remember how they’d gotten there.

When Kasi started to rise, he offered her assistance, wrapping his hand around her upper arm to steady her. He hated the way she tensed at that touch.

After all the ways he’d just had his hands on her, why was she bristling over help?

“Kasi,” he started.

When she twisted around, her gaze found his, steady and sure, and he feared he’d lost this battle.

He chose the word “battle” intentionally, allowing it to console him—because he wasn’t about to surrender. He’d wage this war for the rest of his life if necessary.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Keith?” she asked, her tone challenging, angry.

He was confused. “What about Keith?”

“The break-in. The beer he stole.”

Levi’s brows rose. He was surprised her brother had come clean, but he was glad he had. Perhaps the walls the Mills siblings had built around themselves were starting to crumble.

“He asked me not to tell you.” Was this what Kasi had meant when she’d accused him of not telling the truth?

“After everything he’s gone through,” she said, her jaw clenched. “Losing our mom… I just don’t understand why you would press charges.”

Levi scowled. “What the fuck? I’m not pressing charges. Who told you I was pressing charges?”

Now it was her turn to frown. She didn’t reply, but she didn’t have to when he recalled Keith saying Scottie had stopped by.

Obviously, the mayor was trying to drive a wedge between them. The sheriff had come by the farm yesterday to talk to Theo when he’d heard about what the boys had done, but both men decided the punishment of making Archie and Keith work off the debt, picking grapes, fit the crime just fine.

Perhaps it was time for Levi to pay a little visit to Grover’s Farm. Sounded like he and Scottie needed to have a little man-to-man talk, either with words or fists.

“Kasi—” he started, ready to set her straight on Scottie Grover, but he was interrupted by his phone ringing. He ignored it, as Kasi bent over, quickly pulling on her shorts, then her shirt, not bothering with her bra.

Levi followed suit.

His phone stopped ringing as he pulled on his jeans, but then it started again almost immediately.

“You should answer that,” she said.

Grabbing it out of his pocket, he held his T-shirt in his other hand.

Kasi opened the door, walking out into the kitchen. Mercifully, it was empty, the house quiet. He hoped that meant her brother was still outside and her father asleep.

Levi followed, giving her a warning glare that he’d chase her if he had to. They weren’t finished with their discussion.

Kasi leaned against the counter, her arms crossed tightly against her middle, as if she was seeking comfort from herself. Fortunately, her anger seemed to have abated. That might have made him happy if she wasn’t now wearing an expression of pure exhaustion. Those damn dark circles were back.

He didn’t know why Scottie had lied about the charges or why she’d believed him, but his gut told him there was something deeper going on with her and the mayor. Something she wasn’t comfortable sharing with him.

Damn stubborn woman had too much pride. Unfortunately for her, he was a force of nature when he set his mind to it and he was more than prepared to wear her down.

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