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I hesitate. “What?”
Is he serious? But the darkness in his eyes tells me he is, and the excitement and fear that zings through my veins screams yes.
He grits his teeth and lowers his chin. “I said run!”
Drawing a breath, I dart past him. My feet smack against the hardwood floor as I run. I have no idea where I’m going. The hotel is an endless maze of rooms and corridors. All I know is that I need to put space between me and Levi.
He’s given me a minute to get ahead of him, but then I hear his voice echo down the hallway behind me.
“Ready or not, Little Fox. Here I come…”
If he catches me, he’ll be coming in more ways than one. That zing of arousal and fear runs through me again. My nipples are tight points, and my panties are already wet. I’m at the rear of the hotel and take a left, running down a hallway lined with doors. There’s a back staircase, which I take up to the second floor, then another doorway. I make decisions without thinking them through. Levi knows this hotel far better than I ever will. It’s been his home for years.
I run through a cold patch of air. It’s like passing through iced water, and I gasp for air at the shock. Instinctively, I spin around, searching for whatever might have caused the cold patch, but the corridor looks exactly the same, the dark red patterned carpet on the flooring and the floral wallpaper on the walls. It’s old-fashioned, and Blake hasn’t renovated this area yet, bringing it up to the more modernized standard. But even in the parts he has worked on, he’s still retained the original feel of the space and all the original features. Some people might have ripped out everything to create a sterile modern, gray and white space, but he’s worked with a sensitive eye to how the hotel would have looked in its heyday.
Footsteps sound from nearby. Levi must be close.
The cold spot forgotten, I turn and run again.
He steps out directly in front of me. I have no idea how he managed to get here—he must have known a different route and guessed where I was heading, even though I had no idea myself. I spin on my heel to run back the way I’ve come, but he’s on me in an instant. His arm snakes around my waist and he yanks me back, hauling me off my feet. My spine is pressed tight to his abs, his arm crushed to my breasts, the thick hardness of his cock jammed into my ass.
He pushes me up against a wall, so I’m face to face with the floral wallpaper, and uses his entire body to pin me there.
I’m breathing hard, my lungs burning.
“Caught you, Little Fox. Now what did I say I’d do when I got you? Oh, that’s right. Now I fuck you.”
“Levi…” I gasp, though I’m unsure what I’m going to say. I should tell him to stop, but I don’t want to.
Roughly, he uses one hand to yank down my sweatpants, taking my panties with it, so I’m naked from the waist down.
Then he drops to his knees behind me, knocks my feet apart with his hands, grabs my thighs to hold me steady, and buries his face into my ass. The blade of his nose sweeps between my cheeks, and then his tongue probes my back hole.
I gasp in shock, my body bucking. “Levi, no!”
He moves his hands from my thighs to my ass cheeks, spreading me open for him. Then he gives me a sharp slap. “You’re here for me. If I want to eat your ass, I will.”
Moisture pools at my core, the tingling between my thighs spreading like wildfire through my body.
He slides his hand between my legs, two fingers plunging hard and rough inside my pussy. He pumps and goes back to tonguing my asshole. The sensation is erotic but also strangely humiliating, and I’m not sure how I feel.
He pauses for a moment to speak. “I told you I’d fuck you in every hole by the end of winter. Did you think I was kidding?”
“You want to fuck me in the ass?
“I will fuck you in the ass. Even if I have to pin you down while you’re screaming for me to stop.” His voice is a low growl.
“You wouldn’t dare?”
I glance back at where he’s kneeling on the floor behind me. His eyes glint with a wildness that’s frightening.
“You know I would, so I suggest you relax and enjoy it.”
He circles my tight rim with his tongue and spears it back inside me again, then pushes his finger up my rear hole. I let out a squeal, practically going up on my tiptoes.
What? Is he going to fuck me like this now? Pressed up against the hotel wall, where anyone could walk by and see us? I hate how the thought makes me both excited and shameful.
He produces a little foil packet of lube from his back pocket, and I realize he’s been planning this all along. He pushes himself to standing and I hear the rasp of the zipper of his jeans as he frees himself.
