Page 76 of The Forbidden Villain
It’s hot. Why is it so hot that I can hardly breathe or think? Listening to his voice wipes away all common sense and only my cravings remain.
And what I crave is Levi Scott, as disastrous and wrong as it sounds.
“This is a mistake,” I whisper. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Moy cvetochek, we’ll do it sooner or later. I won’t have your first time at some random fucking place where anyone can hear you scream for me.” He grips my waist while scraping his teeth over my chin, giving it a light nip and kissing it right after my whimper. “It belongs only to me. You belong only to me and the sooner you accept it, the better it would be for both of us.”
Oh God, his words serve as a healing balm on my internal bleeding wounds, even if they are lies.
We can’t be anything but temporary.
And if the need equally consumes us both, making us act reckless, should’t we satisfy it and forever put it behind us?
Otherwise this need would make us wonder and that wonder will blow up at some point.
“Levi,” I whisper as sensations slam into me from every corner, pulling me toward the temptation calling my name andbegging me to surrender to a carnal hunger only this man can sustain.
My body burns from the inside out, desperate for pleasure it only read and heard about, and all these emotions combined threaten my self-control. Because they tear down all my internal walls, exposing me to this man in my most primal need where I can’t hide my vulnerabilities.
And him seeing them is way scarier than my inexperience could ever be.
“What do you want, Lavender?”
He asks this question again, the confusing and disturbing question rarely anyone has asked me over the course of my life.
Because what I wanted never mattered but for some reason, this hot and virile man cares. I know I should get the hell out…I can’t.
You can resist the temptation for so long before your resolve snaps and shows you that underneath it all you are a young woman who wishes to explore all her deepest desires and discover what physical intimacy entails.
I’ve been free from my self-imposed prison for almost a year and some men expressed their interest in me. However, I never wanted to take them up on their offer.
Levi awakens the feminine part of me that begs me to let him teach me something I have no idea about.
Because all the media in the world cannot teach you without the experience.
He cups my cheek, and our gazes clash, his determined and possessive while mine must be so lost, and yet I find the strength to voice my wish, hoping it will end the hunger that has consumed me ever since I saw him for the first time. “Teach me, Levi.” I step away from him again, gulping for air, and then slip off my flats, the cold floor grounding me to the present because my nerves speed up my pulse so much it’s a wonder I can standstraight. “Teach me about sex, Levi.” Reaching for the zipper of my dress, I pull it down and it slides off, presenting my scarred and naked body sans nude panties with a bow to his intense and wandering stare as his heated eyes roam all over me.
The muscle on his cheek twitches and his face darkness as he watches me for several beats and finally reaches me in two short strides, fisting my hair and tugging on it before connecting our mouths, his lips sweeping against mine and his tongue nudging between them, so I open them under the sweet pressure.
He captures my moan when his free hand grips my ass cheek, the touch shooting arrows to my clit while his mouth explores mine as our tongues entwine in a sensual kiss that is a statement in itself.
The harsh, possessive stabs ruin me for anyone else as if he wants to engrave it in my head that no one else would ever want me like he does and he’s claiming this territory, warning everyone away because he came here first and he intends to stay.
His cock nudges into me, the rough texture of his jeans tickling me just as he retreats, my protesting groan rocking between us turning into a surprised squeal when he spins me around, my back to his front, and I still when I see a barely visible reflection in the glass wall. My first instinct is to bolt but his brawny arm wrapped around my waist halts my movements.
Once I heard a man call some woman’s body a work of art that should be admired by many, and it hurt me because I knew without a shadow of a doubt I could never be called a work of art.
Levi gathers my hair with his fist, rubbing it against his cheek before throwing it over my shoulder, and his lips land on my nape, trailing over my scares back and forth until tension starts to ease out from me and I relax into him more. Several beats pass with him peppering small kisses all over my neckbefore his mouth drifts to my shoulder and he splays his palm on my stomach, caressing it up and down. “You’re beautiful, Lavender.”
I scrunch my eyes, my hand squeezing his forearm while he grazes his teeth over my shoulder and soothes the sting with a long lick, tracing the red slash that no makeup can hide. “Stop saying that.”
“It’s the truth, and aren’t you my student tonight?” His palm trails upward, cupping my breast and kneading it. “Here is your first lesson. My body exists for your pleasure alone because just looking at you is enough to get me off.” His lips skim back to my neck where he sucks on the skin while his finger circles my nipple, and a different kind of tension replaces the earlier panic. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” he whispers, his other hand grabbing my other breast. He pinches the nipples hard and I rise to my tiptoes, chasing this heat starting up in my lower belly that wishes for something…for what? “By the time we’re done you’ll become the perfect A student, fucked so well and hard you won’t know how you existed without me.”
The erotic images his words create makes me whimper. “Oh my God.”
“Levi,moy cvetochek.” He swipes his thumbs over my nipples back and forth, back and forth, creating drumming sensations that cause my clit to pulse, and yet it brings zero satisfaction and increases my hunger. “When you’re about to come you call only my name.”
“Levi,” I repeat right away just to groan in protest when he abandons my breasts and grips my hips instead. “Levi.”
