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“This isn’t going to be something I enjoy, Thalia, but to keep my family healthy and together, Clio needs a short, sharp shock.” I turned to hold Thalia’s gaze. “You may want to leave for this, and if you don’t… forgive me for what you are about to see.”
Thalia nodded, and I turned away and strode over to Clio. The madam didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
“This stops now. I am done with catering to your shit,” I snapped loudly. Clio’s shoulders jumped a little, and I knew I had her attention. “You’re acting like you are the only one who’s suffering, and I’m done with your selfish bullshit. Your stupid actions are hurting Chance, Hellfire, and your sisters. I am giving you a week to pull yourself out of this slump, or God help me, I’m having you locked up and treated. You want to act like a zombie? I’ll fucking make you one.”
My tone was cruel and sharp and meant to shock, and by the horror in Clio’s eyes as she gazed at me, it had achieved something. Now, if she’d only listen to my words and pull herself out of this slump. Can’t honestly say I understood this behaviour. I had been through as much as Clio and never fallen so far into depression. I had the feeling that something was eating at her, but I’d no idea what it was.
But how I handled things and how Clio did were different, and that was fine. I couldn’t judge Clio until I walked in her shoes, even though I felt she was overreacting. But I’d been created in fire, Clio hadn’t. Judging her on how she reacted to trauma was unfair because everyone reacted a different way, and there was no right or wrong reaction.
As frustrated as I might be, it did not give me an excuse to lash out at her. I had picked my words on purpose, with the aim of shocking her out of her slump. Not to hurt and make her feel worse, but to give Clio the short, sharp shock I hoped would work. Because come hell or high water, if Clio didn’t improve soon, I would drag her kicking and screaming to a psych ward and leave her sorry ass there. Chance deserved better, and being his sister, I’d make sure he got it.
I left their house with a sinking feeling. I didn’t think my words would make Clio improve. But I could hope.
Chapter Thirteen.
Madisen
“Derek’s returning tomorrow,” I announced to Levi three weeks later.
Levi nodded quietly as he stroked my hair fanned out on his chest. My hand in its cast rested upon Levi. The rest of my bruises and cuts had already healed.
“Any reason why?” he asked.
“Not that he’s said.”
“Just get rid of your brothers and one comes wandering back.” Levi sighed.
I couldn’t disagree. My older siblings had proven to be a pain in the ass. Literally. Every chance Levi and I tried to get some alone time, one of them disturbed us. Hell, I had even spotted them stalking us on dates. At first, I’d not been amused, annoyed at their invasion of my privacy, and Levi told me it was quite funny. If they wanted to waste their time spying on our picnics and late-night walks, let them.
Tonight was our first night of freedom, and we were enjoying being alone. We were in Levi’s house, which had been built on the Hellfire Compound land and on his bedroom decking. We’d still not slept together, but we had fooled around more and more. All that was left was the actual deed, and I wondered if Levi was going to torture me forever.
Even now, lying curled into his side, my head on his chest, his hand stroking my hair and making lazy circles on my back, I wanted him badly. But Levi was content to watch the stars and hold me. Which made no sense. His cock hardened whenever I was in his arms, so why not make a move?
“Because I need you to understand I respect you,” Levi murmured, and I stilled. Oh no, had I really said those words out loud? “Yes, you did,” Levi confirmed, and I buried my head.
“How embarrassing,” I muttered.
“Nope. I’ve been going mad waiting for a sign you were ready to take this to the next level,” Levi replied, hauling me over his body. His hands wrapped in my hair as he dragged me down for a kiss.
His lips met mine with familiar heat, and I lost myself in him. Levi always tasted of mint and coffee, which had become my favourite flavours.
Levi’s fingers tangled with my hair as he lifted us up, and his hard body covered me as he flipped me onto my back. His mouth never left as the heat ramped up between us. My good hand moved to the bottom of his tee, and I slipped up it, feeling warm, smooth skin. Slowly, I traced the outline of Levi’s muscles, loving the feel of his skin.
I started tugging at his top, wanting to taste him. Levi helped and tore his tee over his head, leaving his chest free. My mouth watered at the delicious landscape before me. With Levi resting on his haunches, I surged upwards and began exploring every inch of his chest, throat, and mouth with my lips and tongue.
Levi’s cock strained his jeans, and I wondered if he was hard enough to break through them. As I continued to feast on him, Levi pulled my own tee off and undid my bra. His hands cupped my heavy breasts as I moaned against him, and he squeezed them with just the right amount of pressure. A pinch of pain made me gasp and lose focus for a few seconds. Levi’s palms were rough, but his movements were firm—gentle. He knew how to arouse and ensured he exerted every skill he had in turning me into a panting mess.
His fingers exploded, trailing featherlight touches over my sensitive spots, making me shiver and raising goosebumps as my body responded. Levi was a master of desire, a God of passion, and I wanted nothing more than to worship at his feet.
When his mouth claimed a nipple, my spine arched as a moan of desire escaped my lips. Sucking it deep and adding pressure made me squirm. His teeth nipped me, causing me to cry out.
Levi lavished attention on it before releasing my swollen breast and capturing the other. He held my squirming body still as he provoked me until I rubbed against the friction my jeans caused.
“Let’s do something about that,” Levi murmured, letting my boob go with a pop. He laid me down gently and slid down my body. His hands were at my waistband, and then my trousers and panties were gone, and Levi was staring at my bare pussy.
“Christ, you shaved,” Levi muttered roughly and spread my legs. I was a little embarrassed at how wet I was, but Levi seemed mesmerised. He slid a hand between my glistening folds and used his fingers to open me up wide. Bared to him, I could only squirm as cold air hit my heat. Levi made a guttural noise, and his head dropped between my thighs.
In one smooth move, he latched onto my clit, finding the nub and sucking the sensitive spot. A cry left my mouth as my back arched; I lifted myself to offer him everything.
