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“Because it was rude.”
Levi narrowed his eyes. “It was rude?”
I nodded.
“You were walking away, and he grabbed you. That was fucking rude.”
I laughed. “He was stopping me. Why does it matter?”
Levi held my gaze for a moment, then dropped his hand and backed up. His heated expression simply shut down, and there was nothing there. As if he hadn’t been angry at all.
“It doesn’t matter. But if you leave this house, let Six or whoever goes with you do their job,” he told me, then turned and walked back to the house.
I stood there, stunned. Levi had never treated me like that before. He was mad at me, and I hadn’t done anything wrong. That was unfair.
A lump formed in my throat as I sank down on the lounge chair. He thought I was lying about not knowing what an orgasm felt like. Did he think I had tricked him into doing it? God, this was awful.
Twenty
Levi
The rest of the evening, my temper had been right there, ready to fucking snap. I couldn’t look at Aspen during dinner. She hadn’t said anything to me about the clothes I’d had Six buy for her because she wouldn’t. That pissed me off too.
Leaving with Kye after dinner wasn’t what I’d wanted to do, but I needed to get away from her. The look in her eyes at the pool had felt too damn close to a line she didn’t need to cross. She’d been fucking happy about my reaction to her in that excuse for a bikini. It barely covered anything. I was protecting her from Kye, who I didn’t trust not to fuck her. Kye wouldn’t have been able to help himself. Those tits would have had him groveling. I didn’t want her thinking it was more than that. She’d get hurt.
Then, there was that stupid fucker claiming he loved her and chasing her ass all the way down here. Six had said the guy acted possessive. Like he owned her or had a claim on her. I was pretty sure I’d felt her hymen last night, but maybe I hadn’t. Maybe I had been too worried about going deep enough to hurt it. No man came chasing a woman unless she had a pussy he was addicted to. Stupid fucker. There was pussy everywhere. Lots of hot pussy. No need to chase one.
Except the pussy he was chasing might get him killed. If he’d been in there—fucking hell, I was livid. The idea of some other man touching her, taking her virginity—I couldn’t handle it. My body was strung so tight, and I needed to fuck. Remind my own fucking self that there was pussy everywhere. I didn’t want to own one. Just fuck them.
I took another long drink while watching Stella suck Kye’s dick. Setting down my bottle, I picked my cigarette back up and stuck it between my lips before wrapping the leather belt around my hand. She had a nice red ass already, but I wasn’t done. Besides, Kye loved licking blistered asses as much as he did sucking tits.
“That’s it, sugar. Suck it deep. Daddy’s got his belt out, ready to spank you again,” Kye said as he held her hair back in a ponytail.
I took another swing and then inhaled, letting the smoke out through my nose while I watched the welt appear.
“More, Daddy!” she cried out, shaking her ass at me.
The loud slap as the leather connected with her ass made her moan loudly as Kye pumped into her mouth harder.
“That’s it, baby. Take that dick. I’m gonna love on your sore ass when he’s done. You suck it like a good little slut, and I’ll eat that ass and pussy.”
Her choking and moaning had Kye close to the edge. I could see it on his face. I gave her two more whacks before he slammed into her mouth and held her there while he jerked his release down her throat.
“Swallow it. That’s it. Take it all.”
I slid my belt back on and buckled it, then reached for my beer.
“You not gonna fuck her?” Kye asked as he grinned down at her.
“No,” I replied, taking the cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.
“That’s okay, darling. I can handle all of it,” he assured her as he grabbed her tits and brought one to his mouth.
“Make sure the alarm is set when you leave,” I reminded him before leaving the shop’s conference room.
I’d planned on fucking her. Stella was good with the daddy kink I enjoyed. But I hadn’t wanted it tonight. My cock had gotten hard, sure, but I just didn’t want to fuck her. My head was still on Aspen, and I couldn’t shake it. It shouldn’t matter to me, but the insane need to want her untouched, except by me, was there. I couldn’t make it go the hell away.
The entire drive back to the house, I cursed myself for not having control over this shit. Aspen was in my head, and if I wasn’t careful, she’d get hurt. She didn’t need to know I was imagining her when I fucked other women. Spanking their asses, pretending it was her sweet round one stuck up for me. That shit would confuse her. Make her think we were something we weren’t. The females who claimed they loved me were always the younger ones. The ones who were jaded knew the score.
