by Kent, Rina
I gasp as my breasts spill free from the built-in bra. My knee-jerk reaction is to hide them, but it’s impossible with my bound hands.
Levi’s black gaze turns feral as he takes them all in. He looks at me like he wants to devour me and leave nothing behind. A rush of need spirals through me and my nipples tighten and pucker as if begging for his attention.
It’s crazy how I’m ready to jump out of my skin whenever he looks at me like this.
Levi and I have always shared this weird, insane connection that I’ve never felt with anyone else.
A push.
A pull.
A current of power.
His thumb finds a throbbing nipple and he flicks it up and down. His pale eyes meet mine in a challenge. He’s teasing me, punishing me, and daring me to do something about it.
Tiny bolts of pleasure shoot between my legs as I bite my lower lip against the onslaught.
His mouth wraps around my other nipple and he bites down. Hard. A zap of electricity starts from his hot mouth on my breasts and ends pooling at my core.
“L-Levi… please…”
“Please what?” He speaks against the skin of my breast, his breath heating my skin. “Stop or keep going?”
I don’t know. I don’t know anything at the moment.
My head is dizzy and my legs turn into puddles around his thighs. Since I can’t answer with words, my body takes over and I push my breasts into his fingers and mouth, silently begging for more.
He speaks against my tender flesh. “Do you want me to suck harder on these tight pink nipples, princess?”
A small, needy voice leaves me as my eyes droop with uncontainable lust.
“Do you want me to make them tender and painful with pleasure?”
Oh. God.
His dirty words have always been my undoing.
I nod a little, pushing into him.
“Not so fast.” He smiles with contempt, looking up at me. “What were you trying to prove tonight?”
“That you don’t own me!” I shout, my voice hoarse.
“I don’t own you, huh?” His smile disappears and he’s back to his scary calm façade. “Is that what you really think?”
“You hurt me,” I bite out against the agonising mixture of pleasure, pain, and anger shooting through me all at once. “All you ever do is hurt me. You’re toxic, Levi, and I won’t continue being manipulated like a piece on your chessboard.”
He removes his mouth, but his thumb continues swiping back and forth on my other breast.
“All I ever do is hurt you,” he repeats as if he’s mulling the words over. Only this time, there isn’t that usual mocking edge. If anything, he appears genuinely confused.
I recall what Aiden told me the other time and feel horrible for saying what I said.
All the anger from moments ago withers away at the lost look in Levi’s gaze. It’s like he wants to act out on something, but he doesn’t know how.
And I might have said something wrong.
“No. Wait.” I wrap my legs around his waist tighter, not wanting to lose him. “I didn’t mean that.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You didn’t mean what?”
“That all you do is hurt me. You… make me happy, too.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I do, huh?”
“It drives me crazy, but yeah, you do. You take my mind off things and I feel free with you. And I guess, I hate that. I hate how vulnerable you make me feel. I hate that you’re able to hurt me so easily like no one else ever could.”
There, I said it.
My deepest, darkest fears are out in the open.
I swallow audibly after my confession, peeking at Levi through my eyelashes. I barely get a glimpse before his hand wraps around my nape and he crushes his lips to mine.
A strangled moan escapes me as he pulls me into him. My response is just as violent as his claiming.
I get lost in the kiss and the words hidden underneath the animalistic passion.
He doesn’t have to say it out loud for me to hear it.
I make him vulnerable, too.
Unlike me, he gets off on it, making it a strength instead of a weakness.
He pulls my dress all the way down my legs until I’m lying in front of him in only my black underwear.
Tingles erupt on my skin the more he touches me. The more my lungs fills with his scent. The more his pale eyes draw a path down my neck. The more his tongue trails from my ear to my collarbone to the valley of my breasts.
“Oh, God… Levi…”
“You’re not going to challenge me this time?” he whispers in my ear.
I buck against his hand as he trails a path to bring down the only piece of my clothing left. I lie completely naked in front of him while he’s still fully clothed.
“Do you want a challenge?” I breathe.
“I love it when you challenge me, princess.” He licks the shell of my ear and pushes his erection into the soft flesh of my thigh. “It makes my cock so fucking hard.”
“Unbound me,” I breathe out, fighting the tremor in my voice.
He shakes his head.
“How am I to challenge you, then?”
“Your mere existence is enough challenge.” A sadistic smirk tilts his lips. “I like you bound, princess. I like you at my mercy. I like you mine.”
His fingers hover over my folds, threatening but not touching. I might have pushed myself up off the bed, needing any type of friction. Hell, I’m ready to dry hump his thigh at this point.
“You want me to touch you?”
I nod slowly.
His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the slightest bit. “And when I do, you’ll come for me, screaming my name so hard until you forget all other fucking names. You’ll be my good little princess, won’t you?”
I bite the corner of my lower lip as he teases my soaking folds.
Levi is the type of predator who plays with his prey. He drives me to the edge of myself just so he can devour me harder afterwards.
“Answer me,” he growls against my throat.
“Why do you like pushing me, Levi?” I crane my head to the side, silently giving him better access to my neck. “Why do you like playing with me until I don’t know whether or not this is real?”
“Because I don’t do things halfway. I take everything, princess.”
“Everything?”
“Your tears. Your laughs. Your pain. Your joy.” He drags his tongue along my lower lip then bites it. “Everything you have to offer is mine to own.”
He releases me just so he can yank his shirt open, causing a few buttons to fly all around us.
My mouth dries at the hard ridges of his chest and how his muscles flex with every move.
He’s so gorgeous, it’s unfair.
My body craves his with every breath I take. I’m tuned to him in ways words can’t describe.
He undoes his belt and shoves down his trousers and boxer briefs in one go.
My eyes bulge at how his rock hard cock points in my direction.
Before I can study him fully, his body covers mine. All his hard ridges mould to my soft curves like a vice.
Like this was always meant to be.
He reaches into the side table and pulls out a condom, ripping it with his teeth.
My breathing hitches as I watch him in all his naked glory, hovering over me like a God.
A sex-god.
I always had some images about my first time, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought it’d be with Levi.
And now, I couldn’t have it any other way.
My breathing hitches as he pulls me by the hips until his cock is at my entrance.
“It’s time you’re all mine, princess.”
He slams inside me into one long, brutal go. I shriek at the intrusive sensation, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Oh God. That hurts.
I close my eyes, trying to get used to the feeling of being stretched
open. He’s so big, it’s hard to even breathe.
“Fuck. You’re a virgin?” He stops, staring down at me with a mixture of confusion and what looks like pain and awe.
“Was,” I try to joke, biting my lip against the pain. “Can you move or something?”
His lips find mine, and I’m momentarily lost in the kiss. He starts moving slow and steady as his mouth devours mine.
His hand reaches between us to flick my clit.
The pain withers away, leaving something entirely different in its wake.
His fullness.
I can only feel him filling me and it’s so intimate.
So… erotic.
Soft moans tear past my lips as he picks up his pace slowly but steadily.
“Harder,” I murmur.
Levi’s brows scrunch as if he’s as surprised as me for saying that.
“Do you like a little pain with your pleasure, princess?” He bites down on the lobe of my ear, drawing a shudder from me.
“I… don’t know.”
“Let’s find out.” He grabs my hip with one hand and wraps the other one around my neck.
It’s not tight to cut off my air supply, but it’s firm enough to let me know that I’m at his mercy.
A part inside me snaps at the feeling of him being all over me. There’s something about relishing all of my control to him that makes me feel at peace or maybe a little powerful.
With my hands bound against my back, Levi rams deeper and harder into me until I can barely breathe or think.
Everything fills with his scent and his presence. A maddening buildup starts at my core and spreads all over my body like hellfire.
I can’t breathe or think straight.
“Fuck, Astrid. You’re so fucking tight.” Thrust. “And beautiful.” Thrust. “And driving me fucking insane.”
The sensation swipes over me like a hurricane. This orgasm is so different from all the other ones he gave me with his mouth. This one unravels me from the inside. I can’t even think or breathe. I can only scream his name like he told me I would.
I almost blackout, but I’m brought back to the moment as Levi’s back turns rigid. His Viking hair sticks to his temple with sweat and all his muscles become taut. He comes with a groan, squeezing me into him.
And then, his mouth is back to devouring mine.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
36
Levi
You should know by now that I don’t play fair.
* * *
The bed is empty.
It smells of lilac and sex, but there’s no sign of Astrid.
I curse as I jump to my feet, blindingly shoving my legs into the trousers lying on the floor.
It’s six in the morning and we’re in the middle of nowhere. She can’t reach civilisation unless she has a ride.
Judging from the rain beating down outside, she couldn’t have gone far.
After last night, I thought she was too sore to move.
But apparently, I thought fucking wrong.
I shouldn’t have unbound her. Better yet, I should’ve tied her to me when I gathered her in my arms.
I never slept with a girl after sex.
I never slept with anyone. Full stop.
Since I lost Dad, I’ve had insomnia. That’s why I started drinking — aside from pissing Uncle off. When I’m hammered, I manage a few hours of sleep. But I had to take it down a notch when I focused on football.
Most nights, I’d stare at the ceiling or wear myself out in the gym.
Last night was different. Last night, I had a petite thing sleeping in my arms like a baby.
I might have spent the entire night watching her. Sue me.
Every line of her face and curve of her body is engraved in my memories. As I watched her, lots of dark thoughts barged through my mind, but most of all, it was unstoppable waves of possessiveness.
She only belongs to me now and no one will be able to take her away.
Ever.
I might not know how the fuck Astrid fits in the big picture, but I know that she’s mine. I know that I’ll feed off everything she offers like the parasite she paints me as.
I don’t bother with a shirt as I snag my car keys and fly down the stairs.
It’s fucking pouring outside. The rain falls so hard that the distance becomes foggy and the vision blurry.
Right in front of the house, Astrid stands in the middle of the rain.
Eyes closed, her head is tipped back allowing the rain to soak her face. Both her arms are wide open on either side of her like she’s an angel about to fly.
I freeze, watching her do exactly what I showed her last time I brought her here.
Her dress sticks to her skin and rivulets form a path from her wet hair to her neck.
I drop the car keys on the porch and stride towards her. The rain beats down on me, soaking me in a second.
She doesn’t feel me when I’m right behind her, watching the hickeys I left all over her neck and nape. The angry red marks against her pale skin elicit a primal reaction in me.
I licked her so she’s mine.
My arms wrap around her waist from behind and I bury my head in her wet neck.
She inhales a stuttering breath as her hand comes around my connected hands whether to push me away or keep me there, I don’t know.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask near her ear, drawing a shudder from her.
“I was leaving.”
My jaw clenches. “Why?”
“Because…” She trails off but doesn’t look at me. “It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”
“Says who?” I growl at her ear.
“Says me.” She tips her head back to stare at me. “I don’t know what the hell you want from me and it’s driving me crazy.”
“Good.” I nibble on the lobe of her ear, tasting her and the rain. “You drive me fucking crazy, too.”
She turns around in my hold, placing both palms on my chest. “Do you ever intend on stopping?”
“Never, princess.” I pause. “You said you were leaving, why didn’t you?”
“It was raining.”
“That’s all?”
“You know, it was pouring the day I lost my mum. Since then, I’ve hated rainy days. Until...” She glances at me with a strange vulnerability. “You showed me how to enjoy it again. Thank you.”
No. Thank you, Dad.
I run my fingers through her wet hair, pushing the wet strands off her face. “So you owe me one, huh?”
She hits my chest. “You just needed to turn the situation in your favour, didn’t you?”
“What did you expect?”
“Fine, what do I owe you?”
“Your sketchpad.”
“No,” she says defensively, her cheeks flushing even under the rain.
I laugh. Asking for her sketchpad is only a formality. I already went through it a few times when she was struggling to finish her laps in the park.
Hell, when I don’t sleep, I spend the entire night watching the sketch I stole at her house and imagining her concentrated expression.
“Pick something else,” she tells me.
“But I want the sketchpad.”
“Pick something else or you’re not getting anything.”
“Let’s start by dancing in the rain.”
“Start?” She chuckles. “What happens afterwards?”
“See, that’s your problem, princess. You need to learn how to stop thinking about afterwards.” I pull her into me by the waist, my morning wood pressing into the bottom of her stomach. “Live the moment.”
A soft gasp tears past her lips and she stares up at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “You’ll ruin me.”
I lick her upper lip over her cupid bow. “I promise you’ll love every second of it.”
Her breath hitches. “What if I don’t?”
“You’ll never forget the experience, anyway.”
“Can’t you be nice?”
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sp; “I am fucking nice.” I suck her lower lip into my mouth.
She pulls away, smiling. “You can lie and tell me you’ll try and take it easy on me.”
I laugh and for the first time in years, the sound is genuine. “I’ll never take it easy on you. If anything, I’ll be more persistent.”
“More?” She all but yells. “There’s freaking more?”
“You’ve seen nothing yet.” I carry her in my arm and place my forehead against hers as the rain beats down on us. “You can take this as a good princess or fight it. It’s up to you.”
I whirl her around, and she squeals, her arms snaking around my neck in a steel hold like a child with someone they trust. And then she’s laughing and giggling so hard, I can’t help smiling back.
“Can’t you at least tell me what we’re doing afterwards?” She shouts between giggles.
“Do you really want to know?”
My lips find her neck and I suck on an unmarked spot in her collarbone until her breathing crackles.
“Once we’re done dancing in the rain, I will…”
“You will what?” The need in her tone makes me hard.
“I’ll fuck you in the shower, princess.”
Her pupils dilate and she swallows audibly as her body leans into mine.
A part of her might still fight me, but soon enough, she’ll learn that there’ll be no escaping my hold.
Uncle was right. I destroy everything.
But this is the first time I want to keep something instead of shattering it to pieces.
37
Astrid
It’s the queen who sacrifices herself for the king.
* * *
I’m panting as Levi and I throw on some clothes after stepping out of the shower.
And by some clothes, I mean he puts on black boxer briefs and I wear his team’s jersey.
That was… wow. Mind blowing is an understatement to describe what just happened in the bathroom.
I feel so used and pleased.
Give it to Levi to make me feel completely different emotions at the same time.
“Number ten never looked so damn good.” He drags his darkened eyes from my breasts to where the T-shirt reaches mid-thigh.