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I let Tempest get into my head. Convince me that I had to put a stop to his behavior, and now I’m making a complete fool of myself.
What if he goes to my grandmother? Tells her all about this?
I’m spiraling, and am lost in my head, pulling my hair as I think.
Levi gets into my face and I flinch away from him. His hand is raised, but I don't think he would hit me. Not like this. But my past blurs into the present and I cower. “Please,” I whisper, my eyes averted from him.
Levi drops his hand and shuffles closer to me, this time slowly.
“What are you doing?”
“Something I shouldn't do, but can no longer hold myself back from,” he grunts.
“What…?”
I freeze as he gets lost in my eyes, watching as his baby blues darken into a stormy sky. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.
This is wrong on so many levels, but I don't want to stop it. He makes me feel something. My body aches for his touch.
I grip his short black hair and pull his lips to mine. Whimpering when there is no resistance from him and only acceptance, I melt into his hard body. He wants this as much as me. Even with all the animosity between us, the cruel punishments have been a form of foreplay.
LEVI
This is wrong. Not only is she my student, she's a Cross. I need to stop this, but the way she's kissing me, with no hesitation, but also a hint of inexperience, has me rock hard.
I have spent hours with this woman. Getting under her skin, punishing her, and she's accepted it all. I still don't know what she did that was so awful she has to repent for it, but she seems to have accepted her fate.
There's something about this beautiful woman that makes me want to burn the world down for her, then destroy her in my bed, while protecting her at the same time.
I know someone has hurt her in the past. She has an awful poker face. I also remember her screams in the dark, begging not to be hurt, and my heart cracked. I am a hardass, and rarely let people make me feel. And yet, there’s something about this girl.
“Levi,” she whispers against my lips and I growl.
Bring her closer to me, or push her away? God, knowing she’s Eve doesn’t help me right now, it just makes me want to show her what I like, train her…
Unable to stop, I kiss her back. My tongue slowly teases hers and she whimpers. I draw back because I don’t want to overwhelm her, and am rewarded with a contented sigh.
Her grandmother’s punishments are cruel and unnecessary, and I’ve always thought they were. So often the victim is blamed, and based on her prayers in the pit, something definitely happened to her.
I wonder if Mother Cross knew?
Angrily, I gently suck on her bottom lip before letting go.
“Why are you in my apartment, Chastity?” I ask. “Was it so I’d kiss you?” I want to know why she’s here. Surely it’s not just because I’m being cruel to her.
“You’re confusing me,” she states, stepping back and wrapping her arms around her waist. “One second you’re kissing me, and the next you’re dropping me in a blackened pit.” Chastity’s voice raises, and once again, I’m glad my rooms are away from the other Sisters’ and staff.
I raise my brow at her. “Unless I’m mistaken, Miss Cross, this is the first time we’ve kissed,” I tease, then flinch. Yeah, I can see why my actions are confusing to her. Fuck, they’re confusing to me too.
“Come sit, and let’s talk,” I murmur. She returns to her spot on the coffee table, and I sit in the chair, using a blanket hanging over the side to cover my erection.
Chastity drinks me in, looking perplexed. I know she’s lived a sheltered life, just knowing who her father is, so sitting in front of a half naked man is probably also unsettling.
“Chastity, you’re right,” I acknowledge with an inhale. The scent of blackberries and cream surrounds me, and I realize it’s her. I want to roll around in it, she smells intoxicating. “I don’t want to continue our punishments the way we have. I’ll admit, I haven’t been on board with many of them, and I believe them to be archaic.”
I don’t work for Mother Cross, I work for the Society. If I spend the time I’m with her, training her body and mind to take on the role of Eve, she’ll be more prepared when the time comes. I'd no longer be borderline torturing her, and maybe, I’ll find out more about her.
“Your grandmother is worried about you, but something tells me you’ve experienced something traumatic. You don’t have to tell me anything,” I rush to say as she rocks back on the table. “I can tell. I heard your screams with my own ears, and your wish to die. You must promise me something, though.”
