Page 51 of Never Die for a Sinner
It would be nice if my vagina could get the memo.
Levi sits back, releasing my hands and takes my hips in his instead.
“Oh, I plan to.”
My pussy throbs in response to the rough edge in his voice, my heart beating unsteadily.
Looking down the length of my body, he slips his fingers under my T-shirt, over the planes of my stomach until he reaches my breasts. I didn’t wear a bra for this endeavor because I thought I’d be in bed by now, the flash drive tucked away carefully until I could get rid of it.
The moment his fingers graze my bare nipple, I let out a quiet hiss through my teeth. This shouldn’t feel good, but even as I think about how badly I hate him, I’m arching into his touch.
I try to fight it. I swear I do. Unfortunately, my body has other ideas. A gasp slips free when he rolls the hardened peak under his thumb. He grins savagely, thinking he’s won.
God, hasn’t he? Hehaswon because now I’m not begging for his mercy. I’m begging for his touch.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, rolling his hips against me. He drags his denim-covered cock over the notch in my leggings, and I swear I see stars. At the same time, he pinches my nipples, and I drag my teeth across my lip. “I’m going to enjoy this, sweetheart.”
He shifts against me again, and I can’t hold it any longer. A moan claws its way up my throat, something fluttering low in my core. God, it’s awful, but I want to come so bad. With the way he’s grinding against me, the friction is impossible to ignore.
“What’s your safeword, Ava?” he rasps, his fingers tightening on my hips. He drags me closer, teasing me until I’m right on the edge.
“W-what?”
“Safeword. Surely, you’ve had one in the past?”
I can’t even form a coherent thought, much less worry about whether I had a safeword in the past.
I shake my head, sticks and leaves digging into my hair. “I didn’t have one.”
My pussy tingles with the sudden lack of friction, but it’s my skin that feels like it’s on fire from the way his eyes glide over me.
“Excuse me?”
I swallow heavily over the lump forming in my throat. Levi stares down at me, seeming to put the pieces together slowly.
“Never?”
Gingerly, I shake my head.
Something in his gaze softens, but only for a moment.
“Not very safe, sweetheart. Give me a word—anything you can say, and that will be your word if you want me to stop.”
He releases my hip and looms over me in the darkness, his frosty blue gaze searching mine. I can barely see him, and I’m glad. I’m sure if it were bright, this would be far more terrifying than it already is.
Being alone with Levi in the house is one thing.
Being alone in the woods with him is like volunteering to spend the afterlife in an eighty’s slasher flick.
“Ava.” A shiver ghosts up my spine at the bite in his voice. Almost like he’s pissed off that I’m making him wait.
“Purgatory,” I rush, without even thinking.
He stares at me for a moment before he nods.
“Purgatory.” Both hands slide under my T-shirt, over my waist, then higher. “Fuck, you’re so soft. I could break you. Make you bend to my every whim.”
“Screw you,” I breathe, but it’s lost on him. His fingers slide higher, twisting my nipple, and I bite my lip to silence my moan.
