Page 23 of Assassin's Mark
I couldn’t let him finish that sentence; I just couldn’t. “I’m not your mark; my father is. Go sleep with him if you want risky.”
Levi brought his lips close, rubbed them gently over mineuntil the skin tingled and I couldn’t fight the instinct to open to him. A sharp nip of his teeth stung my lower lip. “Sorry, you’re the one in my bed, the one tempting me every time I look at you. If you don’t want me, you should stop drawing attention to yourself.”
“I didn’t—”
“You did.” Leaning on one elbow, he drew his calloused fingers along the tender skin of my inner arms, bared by theposition he’d cuffed me in. I hadn’t realized my tank top had risen until he skipped down to the bare skin of my stomach, teasing higher and higher until he brushed the underside of one breast. “You breathe and I notice, Abby. Your scent, your accusing eyes…” His storm-gray gaze locked with mine. “Stop all those things, and maybe I can ignore you.”
I squirmed beneath him, trying to get him offme—or get him closer; I wasn’t sure. “I don’t want you to touch me.”
“I’ve got a little secret for you,” he whispered against my ear. “It doesn’t really matter what you want.”
Wet heat enveloped my earlobe. I choked on a gasp. The position Levi had me in meant I couldn’t escape, couldn’t evade his mouth, his fingers, the rub of his erection against my clit every time I moved—and he used allthree against me. Just a few short minutes and I was whining beneath him for a far different reason than I had earlier. The fire in my veins threatened to burn me to cinders, no matter its source. I could deny it—deny him—all I wanted, but it wouldn’t make the truth disappear. Levi could play me like a violin, and with far superior technique than any musician ever conceived of.
And yet, whenhe had me on the very brink, when one more stroke against my mouth, my nipple, my clit would send me plunging over the edge—he pulled away.
I lay there, fighting the instinct to writhe on the bed, and glared at him through slitted eyelids.
“Easy.” He gave me a somewhat pained smile. That should’ve made me happy, I knew, but the ache of need inside me left little room for anything else. “Maybe,if you play nice, tomorrow night will end up differently.”
I sputtered at that. Levi ignored me, turning to leave instead. He didn’t stop until I finally managed to spit out a coherent, “Keep wishing, asshole!”
“I will.” With a wink he exited the room, leaving me cuffed and aroused, with no hope of either changing anytime soon.
