Tell Me Your Fears

Chapter 9: Levi

I grunt when Robyn pushed her tongue inside my mouth fighting for dominance. s**t, this girl won't give up.

And I liked that.

I back her up until the back of her legs hit the foot of the bed. She gasped when my body pushed hers down, her hand fisting my suit jacket taking me down with her.

She leans up, by I don't let her lips touch mine. She grunts in frustration.

I lean my forehead against hers. "Tell me to stop. f**k, tell me, Robyn."

Because some time tomorrow everything will go back to the way it was. Robyn on her separate way, and me on mine because she is too good for my world.

Way too good.

She smirked menacingly. "Yeah, I knew you were all talk. Stop yourself."

I growl, my c**k throbbing harder at her fight. My mouth meet hers with pure lust.

Part of me wanted to bury myself deep inside her as soon as possible; the other part wanted to savor every moment.

I was so f*****g hard my c**k almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mind...

Fuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience I possessed is lost when I feel her grinding on me with wanton need.

"Take off your clothes," I said, my soft voice a whip crack in the silence.

Despite a slight shake in her hands, Robyn didn't hesitate as I slowly back away. She kept her eyes trained on mine as she unzipped her jeans and the hard material dropped to the floor.

I devoured her with my eyes, taking in every detail and imprinting it in my mind. Her skin glowed bronze beneath the suite's dim lights, and her body...Christ. Round ass, long legs, the sweetest little p***y, and firm, perky t**s—not big, but enough for a handful and tipped with hard, rosy n*****s that were perfect for sucking and nibbling

"Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and she stared at me with nothing but trust in those big, brown eyes.

Oh, sparkplug. If you only knew.

I circled her, a predator toying with its prey, so close I could smell the tang of her arousal.

I stopped behind her and pressed my body against hers until she could feel my angry, steel-hard erection against the soft curve of her ass. She was naked as the day she was born while I was fully clothed, and somehow that made the scene even filthier.

I pressed my lips to her neck, enjoying the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth.

I was so f*****g hard my c**k almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mind.

"You want me to f*****g ruin you, sparkplug? Ruin you, pound you into a pathetic mess?"

A whimper escaped her mouth and shot straight to my groin, hardening my already aching c**k. "Y-yes."

I licked the hollow between her neck and lower jaw. True to my nickname for her, she tasted like dusk and citrus, and I wanted to devour her. Feed off her juice, consume every inch of her until she was mine and mine alone.

"That means tonight," I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip before trailing it down her chest and pinching her n*****s. She moaned. "Your breasts are mine . . ." I drifted lower, adjusting my position so I could squeeze her ass. Hard. "Your ass is mine . . ." I reached around and parted her thighs, sliding my fingers past her slippery folds. She was so wet they were drenched within seconds. "And your p***y is mine. Every inch of you belongs to tonight, and if I find out you ever let another man touch you after tonight—" My other hand closed around her throat. "He'll end up in pieces, and you'll end up tied to my bed and f****d in every hole until my name is the only one you remember. Do you understand?"

Her cunt clenched around my fingers. "Yes."

"Say it. Who do you belong to?"

"You," Robyn whispered. "I belong to you."

"That's right." I slipped my fingers out of her p***y and thrust them into her mouth. I hummed in approval when she sucked and licked her own juices off without my asking. "Do you taste that, Sparkplug? That's the taste of you signing your life away. Because from now on, I own you. Body, mind, and soul. If you have a problem with that . . ." I lick the shell of her ear. "Don't let me catch you when you run away tomorrow."

Another moan, this one even more eager than the last.

I was not stupid to hope for everything I just said. But goddamn if I didn't mean it. I dare her to run away from me tomorrow because she doesn't fit into my world and I know for damn sure I don't fit in hers.

But we are each other's for tonight.

I released my hold on her. "Get on the bed on all fours." She crawled to the bed, her ass so beautiful it made my chest hurt and my c**k throb. I stripped off my clothes and came up behind her, spreading her thighs with my hands.

I fisted her hair and tugged it back until she stared straight up at me.

"If it gets too much, it's okay to cry. But I won't stop, you got that?"

She nods eagerly. I smile. There's something hot about her submissiveness that gets my blood pumping. I think I found my new favorite thing.

I pushed a finger inside her tight, slick folds and was rewarded with a loud whimper. "Do you want me to eat out this gorgeous cunt of yours?"

"Please," Robyn gasped, pushing back at me. "I need—oh God." She dropped her head, her squeal muffled by the pillows when I flattened my tongue against her clit, alternating between long, slow licks and fast flicks. I was so f*****g hungry—for her, for her taste, for the innocence shattering beneath me at this very moment.

I feasted on her like a man possessed, my hand digging into her flesh, my fingers curling inside her until I found the spot that had her bucking against my face. I gently tugged on her clit with my teeth, flicking over the sensitive nub with my tongue, and she exploded, her screams reverberating off the walls.

"You taste so f*****g good," I growled, lapping up every drop while she shook and trembled beneath my touch.

She trembled so hard her body drops to the bed. The minute it hits the sheets, I pull my mouth away from her p***y and sneak my whole arm under her body and lift her off the mattress, her back flushed against my chest.

"Didn't I say to get on all fours?" I ask.

She grunts in response. "Please, it's too much."

"I have the say on what's too much and what isn't. You can take it."

She shakes her head, sweat beading her forehead.

I smirk at her vulnerability. God, I think she just up the standards of the people. sleep with. This girl will go down as the hottest f**k I've ever had. And I wasn't even in her yet.

"Hold yourself up. Can you do that, baby?"

With reluctance, she nods.

I take that as my cue to lap up her juices again. She shrieked in pleasure, but followed what I instructed and fought to keep herself up.

Good girl.

"You like that? I knew you were slut."

"f*****g say that—oh, s**t. f**k! Right there. Keep doing that. Say that outside the bedroom and you're f****d, Pavlov. f**k!"

I chuckle. "So you admit it? You're a f*****g slut for me?"

"Y-yes," she grounds out as I alternate between her wet hole and her clit.

Her mouth hang open, her eyebrows creasing in pleasure as she explodes and all I want was to look her in the eye as she comes.

When I feel she was so close to giving out, I flip her on her back.

I gripped her throat and slammed into her, and all conversation ground to a halt, unless you counted her moans and my grunts as conversation. She felt like heaven to my hell, the closest I'd ever get to salvation, and yet I still wanted to drag her into the depths of Hades with me. I f****d her so hard I was afraid I'd break her, but every time I eased up, Robyn uttered tiny warning growls that had my lips curving in a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

"f**k, you feel so damn good."

Her fingers entwine through my locks shamelessly tugging at them. I used to hate anyone who violates my space even with women I have s*x with. That's why I prefer their hands pinned behind their back or secured around the bedpost.

But Robyn . . . f**k. I never want her hands not in me.

"Levi—I'm gonna. I-I'm . . ."

"Not yet, baby," I tell her. I want to edge her as much as possible. I want to savor the look of pleasure on her face forever.

I thrust harder enough for the bed to bang on the wall. I wouldn't want to be sleeping next door.

Robyn's eyes flutter closed from the pleasure.

"Look at me, Robyn. Keep your eyes open."

And f**k it when she does. She looked like a f*****g goddess. "Come."

I enjoyed f*****g from the back more than the average man—there was a sense of removal that came with it, which was why it was my position of choice—but I'd wanted to see her. To watch the way she reacted to each shift in movement, to see her face when she fell apart and screamed my name.

Safe to say, I won't be able to forget this woman for years.