Page 91 of Never Die for a Sinner
Lowering my head, I take what I want and push my lips against hers. My tongue slips into her mouth, my hand wraps in her hair, and I just fucking feast on her like I should have done in the forest.
Like I should have done last night.
She even tastes like fucking citrus, and my mouth waters the moment her tongue dances across mine. My fingers tighten, and I lean forward, crowding over her on the bed, and fisting the comforter beneath her. I keep her pressed against me with my hand in her hair, and growl at the soft little whimper that slips free.
Her hands fist my shirt, and I can’t tell if she’s trying to pull me closer or shove me away. I fucking love it, and it only makes me want to fucking devour her.
I’ve never given a fuck about another person’s lips until Ava Ryan withheld hers from me, and now?
Fuck her. She’s not getting them back until I say so.
Slow . .. I remind myself.Savor it.
This isn’t just a kiss. It’s a goddamned claiming. Kissing her does nothing but prove to her I can have her however I want her until I’m bored with her.
Eventually, her hands slide up the back of my neck, her fingers tugging at the dark roots of my hair. A shiver slips through me that leaves me both mildly disturbed and fucking irritated that the little brat has so much control over me.
My hand leaves the bed, going to her lower back, and I grip her hip to keep her from wiggling closer to me when she lets out a soft moan.
Fucking hell.
When the heavy petting and desperate grinding get to be too much, and I’m too close to losing every ounce of self-control I have with her, I break the kiss, leaning my forehead against hers while we both breathe heavily.
I’ve got to get the fuck out of here before I spend the night trying to figure out just how many times I can get her to moan my name.
Abruptly, I stand from the bed, ignoring the way my chest tightens at the little shiver that slides through her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Levi?” she calls softly.
I pause, hand on the door handle, and look back at her.
She looks so fucking soft and warm, a part of me hates myself for all the ways I’m going to use her.
“I believe you,” she says finally, and I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches.
I stare at her for a minute, unsure what to say because no one fucking believes me.
No one ever believes me.
Why should it matter if she does?
“Goodnight, Ava.”
AVA
The two days following my . . .agreementwith Levi are the most confusing two days of my life.
He ignores me almost as much as he did before, to the point where I start to question myself as to whether or not the whole diner-contract meeting was a fever dream.
He’s barely home, and when he is, he leaves shortly after. He doesn’t stay the night, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s out sleeping with other women again despite what he said, or if he’s somewhere else, avoiding me because he regrets ever making the deal in the first place.
Why does he have to be so confusing?
Why do I have to care?
To top it off, my phone goes silent. Not so much as a whisper from Mr. Black. I can’t say I’m not relieved. I also can’t say I trust this silence. It all just seems too perfect.
