“I-I mean—”
“Don’t lie to me, Kismet,” he warns. His body is so close to mine, caging me into the corner of the booth where his hand grips my thigh once more. “I don’t like liars. I take them, spank their pretty little asses, then fuck their tight little pussies until they’re squirming, and you know what I do after?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before continuing with more filthy promises that have my panties drenched and clit tingling. “I make them lick all those sweet juices from my dick. I do that so they can learn to keep those plump lips closed and not be dishonest about their needs.”
“You’re utterly filthy,” I bite out in response, but the way I’m trembling, he can tell it’s not from fear. I’m turned on. I’m so wet, he could probably push his fist inside me easily.
“And you wouldn’t have it any other way. I bet those pretty panties are drenched. I can smell you, little Kismet. If I took that scrap of material and licked it, I know you’d be even more turned on.”
“Levi, we should go,” I murmur, my voice dropping into a whisper that is so quiet, I’m not sure he heard me. His gaze flickers and his mouth curls into a smirk.
“Take this,” he says, offering me a handkerchief from his pocket. “And put it between your legs. Right now.” His order is clear. Snatching the material from him, I move it under the tablecloth and position it between my thighs. “Press hard against your pussy,” he growls like a goddamn caveman.
“This is ridic—”
“I didn’t ask you to speak. You’re to obey me. Remember the rules, Kristyn, or you’ll be punished severely.”
“What? Are you going to spank me?” I retort hotly. His face changes into something dark and devilish. There’s a sinister, yet sinful glimmer in his dark eyes, and I wonder if I just unlocked a devil I’d rather have hidden away.
“I’d do that and so much more. Hand me the handkerchief,” he commands. His presence alone is breathtaking, but when he’s in his element, being domineering, that’s when he’s a king.
I hand him the soaked material, and he lifts it to his face, inhaling my scent. Something about the way he does it, so wrong and taboo, makes me ache. My body craves what he offers.
All my life, I’ve been the good girl. I never did anything to jeopardize my schooling, my work, or my life, but with Levi, I want to break all the rules. He’s dangerous—not only to my body, but my heart.
“We’re leaving,” he bites out. When he slips from the booth, he offers his hand to help me out. My dress falls perfectly closed, covering my intimate areas he had on display under the table moments ago.
As we head for the exit, women, men, and couples all watch him, their eyes glued to the man who commands it. He doesn’t offer them a second glance, but they look at him as if he’s royalty, and I find myself wondering if he really is. How much do I know about Levi Kingston?
“Get out of your pretty little head, baby girl,” he tells me with that husky, whiskey-laden tone. It sounds as smoky as the alcohol he’s been drinking.
“What do you mean?”
He stops suddenly, halting on the sidewalk where we almost crash into other couples walking hand in hand. From a distance, we look like them, but upon closer inspection, we’re nothing alike. “You think too much,” he offers.
“And why is that so bad?”
“Because, baby girl, there’s so much more of a world out there when you stop thinking so much.” He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Come.” He laces his fingers through mine, tugging me toward the ocean. We can walk there, but I’ve never been anywhere close to the pier at night.
My father’s always been one to watch me like a hawk. Now that I have freedom, I’m unsure of what to do with it. Levi seems to have more of a free spirit than I do, and he’s twice my age. That saddens me somewhat. I’m not like other twenty-one-year-olds. I don’t go out clubbing; I look after my father.
Moments later, we’re on the pier, looking out over the blackened ocean as it crashes wildly against the shore, in the same way Levi crashed into my life. Like a wave knocking my feet from under me, he’s slowly dragging me into his depths, and I’m afraid I’ll drown in him.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, focusing on the cresting tide. The darkness swallows us as we step off the pier onto the sand. Levi holds my hand so I can slip off my shoes.
He leads me closer to the water, our feet on the cool, wet beach. My skin tingles from the chilly water, but it does nothing to quell the heat Levi ignites within me. And that scares me more than anything else.
Chapter Eleven
Levi
She silently watches the waves, her hand gripping mine almost painfully. Something about this girl changes me. She doesn’t back down from a challenge, but she has a fragility that makes me want to protect her.
Not because I feel she’s mine, but because she has an innocence I want to nurture. I may give Eric grief for choosing younger, plastic dolls to fuck, but those are the innocent ones who will give you their all. And I have a feeling Kristyn will do that with me.
The dark waves beat against the shore, attacking it with vengeance, as if telling me I’m fucking up. I want this girl. I want to fuck her, hurt her, make her cry—and I want her to crave me doing those things. I know deep down she enjoys darker delights, but it’s that tiny flame inside her that holds me back.
Suddenly, she rips her hand from my grasp, reaches for the hem of her dress, and peels it off, leaving me with the view of her black lingerie. “Time to let go,” she giggles, racing toward the water.
Her body hits the chilly waves, her skin glistening in the low light of the moon and a few strobe lights from the bars and clubs on the strip. Thankfully, there’s no one else around. If any other man laid eyes on her right now, I’d probably beat them to death.
Those chestnut waves that were styled perfectly only moments ago are loose, drenched in the salty water. Her smooth skin taunts me with droplets of water shimmering like diamonds. A precious jewel.
Her giggles echo back to me. “Hey, come join me, Mr. Kingston.” She smiles.
Pulling off my tie, I drop it on the sand. My shirt follows, along with my slacks and socks. I’m left in only a pair of boxers as I wade into the depths.
Gentle rolling waves attack me. I grip her hips when I reach her, pulling her curvy frame against me. She fits into my every nook. “You called, little Kismet?” I growl into her ear, causing a tremble to shoot through her.
“Levi.” The soft murmur of my name on her lips makes my cock throb against her pert little ass. It hardens painfully, wanting to slide inside her—to claim her. My hands grip her ass cheeks, lifting her against me. Her long, lithe legs wrap around my waist while her arms twine around my neck.
“I’m going to do things to your body right here. I want to hear you scream over the crash of the waves.” I shove my boxers down my thighs with one hand and my cock juts out, pressing against her panty-clad entrance. “Move your panties. I want inside you,” I bite out through clenched teeth.
Her hands move swiftly, obeying my order like a good girl should. Rolling my hips, I inch into her tight heat, savoring each and every whimper she allows to escape. Her head drops back and her eyes flutter closed as I thrust deeper, fully seating myself in her pussy.