Page 108 of Never Die for a Sinner
My back arches, my eyes rolling back in my head with each thrust, and I’m so close, I can taste it.
“You’re doing so fucking good. Waiting like a good girl to come. It’s going to feel amazing when you do, sweetheart.” He leans over me, his hand leaving my hip to grip my chin. His fingers dig into my jaw, pressing my mouth open. “Open wide. Stick out your tongue.”
I do, and he surprises me by spitting in my mouth. It’s both disgusting and fucking exhilarating.
“Good girl. Swallow,” he orders, and I do, my pussy tightening to the point of madness.
“You’re so obedient when you want something, baby girl,” he rasps, his hand sliding down to pin my throat to the bed. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Say it, Ava. Ask me nicely.”
I don’t even have the good sense to be embarrassed. I do want it. I want it more than anything.
“Please, Levi, may I come?”
He shudders, looming over me. His fingers tighten around my throat, digging into my flesh. My lashes flutter, but he doesn’t take away my breath.
What does it say about me that a part of me wonders what it would be like? To give myself over to him completely.
“Fuck . . . Come for me, Ava.”
Like he lit a match after dousing me in gasoline, my entire body lights up. White hot light shoots behind my eyes, and I come hard with a cry. His hand covers my mouth, silencing my cries, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Fucking hell, that’s it, baby girl.” He thrusts inside me twice more before he pushes himself to the hilt and comes with a powerful groan, his head kicking back as he fills me.
When I float back to Earth, I collapse against the bed, completely spent.
Unfortunately, Levi has other ideas.
Hiking me up by the hips, he flips me back over onto my hands and knees.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he says, and I can practically hear the sinister grin on his face. “We’re just getting started.
LEVI
How did you save Hector’s life?” Ava asks from her spot on the bed beside me. I look over at her, my eyes roaming over the curves hiding under the blanket.
Fucking perfection.
I just fucked her for two hours, and yet, I could go again.
It’s fucking madness. This . . . hold she has over me. It’s like she was made for me to fuck her, make her moan my name. Listen to her breathless little whimpers and lose myself buried inside her.
I hate it.
I also can’t stop.
I’m addicted, for now, anyway. Sooner or later, I’ll tire of her, but at the moment, all I can think about is the next time I can get her underneath me.
Or on top of me.
Or bent over the side of the bed, that glorious ass on display.
How the fuck am I supposed to kick her out of my bed when she looks like that? All soft and warm and fuckingmine.
I wasn’t lying when I called her that at the Tomb. She is mine. At least until I’m done with her. Until then, I’ll rip the hands off any man who eventhinksabout touching her.
