Page 55 of Assassin's Heart


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“No.” I shake my head, my fingers slowly rubbing over the stiff nub of my clit, a jolt of pleasure hitting me with every slight bit of friction. “He just slipped his fingers under my panties. He kissed my neck while he did it–while he touched my clit. He said he wanted to take it slow, that he wanted me to be screaming his name by the time I finally came for him.”

“And did you?”

“Not because I wanted to.”

Levin is quiet for a moment, and I sink my teeth deeper into my lip as my fingers circle my clit, the pulse of arousal spreading through me. I don’t think I could stop now, no matter what happened.

“Are you touching yourself, too?” I ask in a hushed whisper, and I feel my entire body tighten at that, at the idea of Levin with his cock in his hand, stroking it at the same time as I’m touching myself for him.

“No,” he says sharply. “This is about you, Lidiya. What happened next? What did he do before you went to bed?”

“Just that. We stayed on the couch for a while. He kissed me and touched me, and he wouldn’t let me touch him yet. He said he wanted it to be all about me, that this was his way of making it all up to me.” I let out a shaky breath. “He slipped his fingers inside of me while he kissed me, told me how he couldn’t wait for it to be his cock inside of me again, that it had been too long–”

“And then you went upstairs?”

I nod, forgetting again that he can’t see me. “Once we were upstairs, he–he started to undress me. We both got undressed. He reached for my hand and put it on his cock, said that he missed how it felt for me to touch him. That he missed my mouth–”

“Did you suck his cock for him, Lidiya?”

“Yes,” I whisper, and I feel a sudden wave of shame, even though I know I only did exactly what I was told to do. “I went down on him. Not long–just until he said he couldn’t take it any longer, but that he wanted to make me come before he fucked me.”

“But he didn’t make you come?”

“No.” I feel my clit throb under my fingertips, and I let out a soft moan. I can’t help it. The mixture of having fantasized about Levin all night, while someone else had their fingers and tongue and cock in me, combined with his rough, accented voice in my ear as I stroke my clit, has me aching for an orgasm. “Levin–”

“You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice is thicker, deeper. “You’re going to come so hard, aren’t you? But you’re not done yet.”

“I’m not–”

“What next?” There’s that sharpness again, demanding an answer. “He ate you out, didn’t he? He licked your pussy, and tried to make you come, but he couldn’t?’

“No. I couldn’t come. He went down on me for a while–did all the things I like, but I couldn’t. So I faked it.”

“And he didn’t know? Are you sure?”

“He didn’t know.” I whisper the words, almost too quietly to hear, my fingers moving faster over my stiff, throbbing clit. “And then–”

“Did you make him wear a condom? Or did you let him pull out and come on you?”

“I made him put on a condom before he fucked me. He didn’t want to, he said he was so hard it hurt, he couldn’t wait, but I insisted.”

“Good girl.” Levin’s growl in my ear makes my head fall back against the wood behind me, a pulse going through my entire body that nearly sends me over the edge. “Keep rubbing your clit, Lidiya. I want two fingers inside of you now. Fuck yourself with your hand while you tell me how he fucked you, and I’ll tell you when you can come.”

“Levin–”

“Now.”

I tuck the phone between my head and shoulder, reaching down to tug my panties aside as I obey.

The instant my fingers slip inside of my pussy I clench around them, a wave of pleasure gripping me so strongly that I moan aloud, gritting my teeth to keep it quiet. I can’t help it. “Levin, I’m so wet–”

“I know you are,malysh,” he murmurs, and a jolt goes through me at the endearment. He can’t have meant to say it, but I’m too far gone to point it out. “Tell me how he fucked you. Was it slow and sweet? Fast and hard? Did he turn you over and fuck you from behind?”

“No it was–it was missionary. He tried to be slow, but it was obvious he was too turned on by then. He didn’t last long–”

“Of course he didn’t.”

I don’t miss the derision in Levin’s tone. I know I should let it pass, but I can’t. I’m so close to the edge, my pussy tight around my fingers, my clit throbbing, and I both want to come so badly and hate that he’s made me do this. The question comes out before I can stop it.

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