Page 95 of Taken By Storm

Kasi considered that when she heard Levi’s heavy footsteps sloshing through the mud. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet.

She circled the shed, keeping far enough ahead of him that he couldn’t see her as she rounded another corner. Once she returned to where she’d started, she jogged around his big truck, bending down, studying her options from here. She could continue to play cat and mouse around the trucks and stand or turn this into a footrace. One she was certain to lose. She was a fast runner, but Levi—with his long legs—would be much faster.

Unfortunately, it was the only option that seemed to offer her even the slightest chance of escape.

She was just about to take off across the field when Levi stepped around the rear of his truck. Jesus, he’d gone into stealth mode and managed to surprise her.

Kasi squealed as she took off, ready to run, but as she suspected, Levi was on her in an instant. He caught the back of her shirt, his fist closing around the wet material as he yanked her toward him, her back slamming against his hard chest.

“Got you,” he taunted in a low, sexy voice, his lips brushing her ear. Her pussy clenched hungrily.

She struggled, attempting to break free, but his hold was relentless.

“Stop fighting,” he said sternly. “I caught you. Now you’re mine.”

Levi grabbed her upper arm, dragging her to the back of her truck before lowering the tailgate.

Within seconds, he’d peeled her wet T-shirt off her body, tossing it in the bed of the truck. He didn’t bother removing her bra, opting instead to pull the straps off her shoulders, tugging the cups beneath her breasts.

Levi cupped them in his large, calloused hands, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, and pulling until she rose on hertiptoes, the pain sending electrical jolts along her spine, straight to her pussy.

As he tormented her breasts, Kasi pulled his shirt loose from his jeans, unfastening the button, lowering the zipper, and shoving her hand inside the denim, their actions reminiscent of this morning in the pantry.

Levi hissed with pleasure when she wrapped her hand around his thick cock, stroking it firmly.

Releasing his grip on her breasts, Levi stripped her out of her shorts, dropping them and her panties to the ground. In addition to being soaking wet, now they were muddy, but she didn’t give a shit.

Levi pulled her hand away from his dick, twisting her until she faced the truck. With a strong hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her forward until she was bent over the tailgate.

He wasted no time shoving his own pants to his knees before gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them apart.

“Levi,” she cried, loud enough to be heard over the driving rain.

He bent over her back. “Beg me, little bear. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to claim you. Beg me to prove exactly who you belong to.”

“Please,” she whispered. She wanted everything he offered, even though she couldn’t have it.

“That’s not good enough, Kasi.” His voice was raw as he let her hear what she was doing to him, laying his pain bare. “I need more. I need it all.”

His words broke her. She had to stop this madness because even now…she was still hurting him and she hated herself for it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to push up.

Levi’s hands lay flat on the truck bed, and his body draped over hers, holding her captive beneath him. “Didn’t ask for an apology. I told you to beg.”

“Levi.”

“Beg.”

Kasi gave in…or perhaps she simply gave up. Either way, she couldn’t fight this, couldn’t fight him. She didn’t want to.

“Please,” she cried out. “Please fuck me, Levi. Fill me up, take me hard. Make me yours.”

In her mind, she finished that final plea with the words she couldn’t say aloud.

One last time.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Good girl.”

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