Page 75 of Twisted Trust
He starts to fuck me, and everything else just becomes noise that melts away into nothing. Clutching the sink with one hand, my other rests on his arm around my waist and I dig my nails in deeper with each long, powerful thrust that sends me up onto my tip toes.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but everything about Levi feels more real—the ripple of muscles hot against my back, the strength in his arms as he holds my waist and lightly caresses my throat, the gentle burn of his facial hair against my cheek as he kisses and sucks on my neck. I swear I can even feel every thick ridge and vein of his cock as it pounds into me again and again and again.
I’m boneless. Pleasure surges through me in waves with each one hotter than the last. My grip on the sink fades. I reach upand slide my hand into Levi’s thick, dark hair. He moans deeply when I grip on and he tilts my head with his hand to claim my parted lips in another possessive kiss. Every sweet moan, whimper, and gasp he fucks out of me becomes swallowed by his kisses.
It’s everything I want and more. He fucks me faster and harder, pressing me over the sink until the edge of the counter presses into my hips, but before it can get painful, Levi pulls me away from the sink and thrusts so hard into me that I lose all grip on the floor. For a moment, I’m weightless with only his cock inside me, then he shoves me up against the wall and continues fucking me like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
I come with a scream, muffled around the fingers he thrusts into my mouth and the kisses he lays across my lips. It’s an explosion of pleasure that’s so mind-blowing I can’t even keep myself upright. Every nerve inside me snaps like a firework and it might just be the best orgasm of my life. Levi continues to fuck me for a few more thrusts until he comes inside me in a rush of wet heat that satisfies me deep in my soul.
I blink and suddenly, we’re on the floor with Levi holding me in his arms. His pants are around his ankles and both his arms curl around me as he nuzzles into my neck.
“Wow,” I gasp hoarsely, utterly boneless against him. “You’ve improved.”
Levi slides one hand up and grasps my breast, massaging while tweaking my nipple, causing me to gasp.
“I was always this good,” he murmurs roughly.
“Hmm,” I tease softly. “Were you?”
Levi’s cock twitches inside me as he grabs my jaw and forces my head back for a kiss. Does he really get like that just from a kiss?
“You know I was,” Levi says, and his nose brushes against my temple, then he kisses me there. “Now, shower.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Can’t make me.” Not that I have any fight left inside me.
“When did you become so stubborn?”
“Since forever.” Slowly, Levi’s softened cock slips from me and when it does, I try to make a break for it. I don’t get far, of course, but we end up on the floor on the bathmat in giggles. I swear I even hear real laughter from Levi as he pulls me back against his torso.
“No bath!” I whine, wriggling against him.
Levi’s suddenly hovering over me with one leg draped over my waist and one of my wrists clasped in his hand. “It wasn’t a request, but if you get in the shower and you let me take care of you, there’ll be a reward.”
My eyes narrow as I grin tiredly up at him. “What kind of reward?”
Levi snorts. “You’re not the only stubborn one here. So tell me, Maeve. Are you going to be a good girl?”
26
LEVI
Aweek ago, Maeve told me she didn’t want me at her court hearing. Said I would be too much of a distraction and I was to wait outside.
I tried, but the thought of her facing all of this alone didn’t sit right with me, and I wasn’t going to let her fly to New York alone. So Chip and my mother are taking care of Scott while I sit at the back of the courtroom staring down the judge who waits patiently as both Maeve and her old landlord are read their respective rights.
In the days leading up to this, I looked into Maeve’s case as closely as I could, hoping to find something that would get her out of this. Unfortunately, everything about it seems airtight and other than threatening the judge myself, I’m stuck as an observer.
Maeve stands on the left side of the courtroom in a navy suit Marcella provided for her. She’s really taken to caring for Maeve since the engagement party and I suspect it’s because she’s excited to get to know Scott. Too often, she would make comments about growing too old to play with children with how long it was taking me to find someone.
Maeve’s hair is scraped back into a neat bun with pins keeping her bangs arranged to one side. She drums her fingers nervously against the desk and stands poker straight while the other person present, her old landlord, George, is read his rights. I study George quietly.
His shoulders slouch down into his stocky frame and greasy, combed hair barely hides his receding hairline. A striped shirt stretches over his body, straining at the waist, and he obnoxiously clears his throat several times before the officer of the court even makes it back to the judge. My dislike for him rises by the second because what kind of man does all of this for a measly eight hundred bucks?
Being unable to save her from this is killing me. I cross my arms firmly over my chest, gripping each elbow until pain throbs in my joints.
