Chapter 22
Tessa
Heownedafuckingpenthouse…
Even while trying to escape and disconnect from a world of the upscale and materialistic, I find myself right back where I started. Only this time, the company was far more…stimulating.
The sudden name change threw me off, but I wasn’t about to question whatever he wanted me to call him. Not when he felt this right and knew how to make me come harder than I ever believed possible. Hell, I’d cross a line and call him Daddy if he made it worth my while—an idea for another time…
If Levi wanted to be referred to as Lucas for tonight, then who was I to question his motive? He was still the same mind-melting man.
The second we stepped through the front door, I began peeling my clothes away, piece by tiny piece, sensually dropping them tothe floor as I turned a corner and strolled down the long hall, stepping into the first bedroom that caught my attention.
The penthouse was dark, aside from the moonlight and light pollution from The Strip that shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, providing just enough visibility to see where I was heading and to prevent me from walking face-first into a wall.
“Not that one,” Levi spoke with a low purr as he wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me backward, through the opposite doorway. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, and I giggled, wrapping my arms over his and letting him playfully whisk me away. “That room is for another day and another time, but not tonight.”
“Let me guess, it’s your version of a red room? Trying to be like all the other billionaires portrayed in movies, all kinky and domineering?” I mockingly rolled my eyes with a huffed laugh, praying to god that I was wrong in my blind assumption.
Levi dropped me on the edge of his massive bed, and I relaxed, looking up at him while fully exposed as he shrugged off the blazer and tossed it aside before pulling his white T-shirt over his head.
“I don’t need toys or equipment to make those pretty eyes roll to the back of your head. But you—” He took hold of my wrists, binding them together with his shirt, before securing it into a tight knot. The execution wasn’t perfect by any means, but it still turned me on all the same. “I’ll bet you like it hard and rough with the way you enjoy biting while getting off.”
And this man had just found my biggest fetish. Most, if not all, of my previous flings hated it when I bit them, stating it wasrude, psychotic, or even going as far asfucked up. But there was something in delivering pain that gave excitement to my pleasure, which no one seemed to grasp, until I methim.
“Or I’m a vampire and simply prefer a side of blood with my orgasms.” I hummed with a shrug while repositioning myself, pushing up onto my knees so I could loop my arms around the back of his neck, pulling his face to meet mine.
It felt good to finally have the courage to submit myself to the unknown, well aware that his expectation of me was just that—me, true to my core, unfiltered, unadulterated, and maybe, slightly unhinged. I mean, he still hadn’t spoken a word about the alley situation or even tried to bring it up—not that I actively wanted to participate in that discussion anytime soon…
If this was what pure and intimate freedom with someone felt like, then I never wanted to return to Malibu, at least not without him.
“Then go ahead and suck me dry, baby, because I brought you here for a good fucking time, and this night’s not over until you’re entirely spent and passed out in my sheets.” Levi unfastened his jeans and dropped them to the floor before gripping my thighs from behind and spreading them as he pulled me right up against his hard abs.
Climbing into bed on his knees, Levi carried me to the center of the mattress before lifting my arms over his head and dropping me with a light bounce. He then tore off the final piece of clothing that separated us: his form-fitting, bright red boxers with theword ‘Temptations’printed in bold white lettering across the black band.
Looking down between us, our bodies on full display, I managed to catch a peek at his piercing as it reflected off the moonlight bleeding in from the hall, never having seen it before, only knowing what it felt like against my palm when he held it behind my back.
Levi licked his lips as he leaned forward to hover over me, sinking his hips low to meet mine as he grazed his hard cock against my clit right before lining it up with my wet, starved cunt.
I bucked my hips forward, begging for him to enter, to feel his hard, thick length stretching my walls and making me feel whole.
The first time didn’t feel likejust sex, contrary to my bent-over position, and I had a good feeling that tonight wouldn’t either. Levi could be as rough as he wanted with me, but there was something in the way he handled my body that was more—so much more.
Were we moving too fast? Probably.
Did I care? No. Not in the slightest.
Because I had already wasted so much of my time, life, and energy on nothing, to consider slowing down for something.
“You want this, princess?” Levi teased, and I felt my pussy tighten at the nickname. The same one he’d called me at the theater.
I swallowed a dry lump in my throat, nodding urgently as if I would burst out of my skin if I didn’t have him in me right this very second. I was too wound up, aching for his cock.
“Please, Lucas. I need this.” I moaned my plea as I lifted my hips, feeling the cool steel of his piercing dipping into me. “I’ve needed you for so fucking long…”
Levi lowered his face to bite the side of my neck as he plunged himself between my thighs, and I gasped in euphoric bliss.
With my arms pinned firmly above my head, he fucked away every doubt I had left in my mind, every toxic thought I’d held up until now. I wouldn’t voice it out loud, not yet, but I was irrevocably his. He owned me whether he knew it or not. I never wanted someone as badly as I wanted—neededhim, and if that made me weak, then I was as fragile and delicate as a loose flower petal falling into his hand.
