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“Grayson, it’s not—” But, I don’t know how to explain, how to tell him I didn’t mean for this to happen.
Levi’s relentless, his mouth a caress that sears through my tangled nerves, drawing moans I can’t control. They fill the space, a testament to the hold he has over me. My fingers dig into Levi’s shoulders, a silent plea for more—more of this sweet torture, more of him.
“Looks like you’re struggling to be good, Brielle,” Grayson observes, his tone unreadable, laced with something dark and dangerous.
“Trying,” I manage to gasp out, but it’s a lie spun by Levi’s intoxicating touch. Each lap of his tongue erases the lines I’ve drawn, blurring right and wrong into an indistinct haze.
“Stop, Levi, please,” I whisper, though every fiber of my being screams the opposite.
But he doesn’t stop. He never does. Instead, he roughly removes my panties and then holds me down, licking me directly, and deeper.
“Looks like punishment is in order,” Grayson murmurs, his voice a low rumble of authority that resonates within me. His eyes are dark pools of intent, holding me captive more than Levi’s hands ever could.
Punishment? My mind reels, but my body betrays me, arching into Levi’s relentless attention. I’m gasping, caught between two forces that threaten to tear me apart.
“Join us, Grayson.” Levi’s voice is a velvet command, and it sends shivers down my spine.
Grayson hesitates, his internal battle written in the clench of his jaw, the tension in his broad shoulders. I should protest, push them both away, reclaim the control slipping from my fingers.
But I don’t. I can’t.
Even if it makes me a horrible person—I want them both.
22
BRIELLE
Heat coils deep in my belly, a flame fanned by Levi’s relentless mouth. His tongue is driving me absolutely wild with need. But what makes me even hotter—feeling Grayson’s gaze on us.
“Levi,” I pant, my voice barely a whisper, drowned out by the rhythm of my racing heart. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to keep him exactly where he is.
And then, just as I feel like I’m about to peek, Grayson’s voice slices through the haze of impending bliss. “Stop, Levi.”
It’s an ice bath, a jolt to my system. My body clenches, every muscle screaming in protest as Levi immediately obeys, retreating from between my thighs. I gasp, eyes flying open to lock onto Grayson’s steel-blue ones. They’re intense, unyielding, and in them, I see a challenge.
“Why?” The word comes out strangled, a mix of confusion and need vibrating through the single syllable. I’m teetering on the edge, so close to slipping off into that sweet abyss, and here he is, denying me the final push.
“Grayson, please,” I beg, not above pleading for the release that’s been cruelly snatched away. My body is a live wire, every touch, every breath magnified tenfold, and all because of his single, dark command. “I don’t understand.”
He steps closer. “Brielle…” His voice is as smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous. “You’ll understand soon enough.”
“Please, Grayson…” My words are a ragged plea, but he places a finger over my lips, silencing me.
“Wait,” he commands, and though every cell in my body screams for completion, I find myself nodding. His dominance is a living thing, wrapping around us like a thick fog.
Obediently, I close my eyes, trying to slow my racing pulse, to gather the scattered pieces of my composure.
Seconds tick by, each one an eternity, and then I feel it—Levi’s hot breath against my damp skin. A shiver ripples through me as he resumes his wicked dance, tongue tracing circles that have my hips arching off the bed.
“Levi,” I gasp out, his name a prayer on my lips. The fire he ignites spreads through me, a tantalizing torment as he draws me back to that precipice. So close, so torturously close.
But he doesn’t take me over. Just before the wave can crash, he pulls back. My body jerks, a silent scream of frustration, and my fingers thread through Levi’s hair, yanking him back to where I need him most.
“Please,” I whimper, desperation lacing my voice. My nails scrape his scalp, a silent demand for the release that hangs just out of reach. But he only teases, obeying an unspoken command from Grayson, leaving me dangling on the edge of madness.
Heat coils in my lower belly, each denied climax stoking the flames higher. Levi’s mouth is relentless, a delicious torture that has me writhing beneath his touch. I teeter on the edge again, breaths ragged, toes curling.
“Good girl,” Grayson murmurs from somewhere above us. “This is your lesson in control, Brielle.”
