Page 74 of Twisted Trust
“Does that stop your dick from working?”
Levi halts us in the doorway to the ensuite and for a moment he looks genuinely amused. “Why, Maeve, is there something you want from me?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” In the bathroom where the air is cooler, my nipples tighten as much as the burning pool of desire in my core.
“Yes.” Levi reaches for the light and turns it on to a low setting. “Now get in the shower.”
“Make me.”
His eyes narrow. “Maeve. I know you. You hate sleeping in makeup and going to bed with perfume still on you. I know you want to shower.”
Levi’s refusal to give in would make my non-drunk mind anxiously run with the fear that I’d read this situation wrong and he didn’t want me, but with booze comes boldness and I know he’s fighting every single fiber of his being. And I want him to break. I want him to snap and ravish me like I’m his sole addiction.
“Make. Me.”
Levi rises to the challenge but when he reaches for me, I duck under his arm and slip past him, causing him to hit the tiles instead. He turns and sweeps his arm to catch me, but I duck again, breaking into giggles as I slide around his body and make a break for the door. His hand closes gently but firmly around my wrist and he tries to pull me backward, so I surprise him by following the motion and rushing toward him, then darting around his side.
“Maeve!”
“You’re doing a terrible job!” I giggle, dodging his next swipe and sliding across the tiles on the floor toward the door.
Levi lunges after me and he finally catches me with an arm around my waist. I squeal in delight as it closes around me and lifts me up while he draws me against his body, and the next thing I know, he’s shoved me up against the sink. His arm remains firm around my waist while I clutch at the porcelain, breathless and panting.
His hot, burning body presses against my bare back, scorching me, but I soak it up as his head dips down and his lips find the shell of my ear.
“Caught you.”
“Think it’s that easy?” I gasp, wriggling in his grip. “I won’t give up because?—”
My playful threats die in my throat as Levi’s second hand sweeps across my bare throat and cups my jaw from behind. He forces my head up and I glimpse myself in the mirror—face flushed, eyes twinkling, and bare chest heaving—until I’m forced to look up into his dark eyes that bleed black from desire.
“I don’t need you to give up,” he says huskily as he leans deeper into me, pressing me firmer against the counter holding the sink. “But I caught you fair and square,Darling. What next?”
I wanted so badly to win this. I wanted to drive him crazy until he broke and threw me down and fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk.
But I’m the weak one here. He’s pressed so firmly against my back that I swear I can feel his heart pounding and when I shift my hips, the tent of his swollen dick grinds against my ass. I want him so badly that my pussy aches and I can’t hold out any longer.
“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.Please.”
“Good girl.”
My legs almost give out from the powerful swell of desire that sweeps through my gut and core at the unexpected praise pouring from his lips. His lips close over mine and my eyes roll back in my head as I sink into a blissful darkness where nothing exists but him and me.
I’m the one who’s addicted. Maybe it’s because the truth is finally out between us or because for the first time in a long time, I feel like there might actually be a future on my horizon free from pain and running.
“Fuck!” Levi breaks the kiss just as he enters me, and it steals my breath away, the slow, warm stretch of his hot, throbbing cock sliding deeper and deeper into me in one smooth thrust until I’m forced up onto my tiptoes just to accommodate his girth. He keeps one hand around my waist with his fingertipsgently caressing my waist while his other returns to my throat and he gently forces me to look at myself in the mirror.
In the low light, every shadowed angle of my body is more accentuated. My swaying breasts appear fuller, his jaw is sharper, and some of the lines between us blur together as if we are one. My cheeks are flushed rosy red and my parted lips are in a perfect O as Levi kisses my cheek.
“Look at you,” he whispers in my ear, nuzzling into my hairline. “So beautiful. I’m going to fuck you, Maeve, until there’s no doubt in your mind that you were made for me, understand?”
I try to speak but as soon as I start, he suddenly thrusts hard into me and all that escapes my throat is a desperate, needy whine.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he continues, “until you’re certain that the only cock that can ever satisfy you is mine.”
Again, I try to speak and again, he thrusts deep inside me, turning my words into moans. I want to argue with him and challenge him, but I’ve lost this fight.
Lost, yes, but I’m getting everything I wanted.
