Without warning, Levi reaches back, grips my arm and pulls me hard. I fly up off the ground and within seconds, my stomach is coming down hard over his big shoulder as he storms up the hallway. “You’re quickly running out of time,” he growls, his arm coming down over my legs to keep me from squirming. “So, I suggest, that if you would like to make it through this lunch with your life still intact, you shut the fuck up and get yourself showered and ready.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” I mutter, hanging over his back. “But I have nothing to wear to a nice lunch, unless you’d prefer me to show up in the bullshit skimpy lingerie you gave me last night. And for the record, it’s impossible to get ready in ten minutes, especially now that your bitch-ass dropped a bucket of freezing water over my head. It takes a minimum of ten minutes just to dry my hair. Not to mention that when you kidnapped me, I didn’t exactly get a chance to pack my makeup or any of my nice clothes. So thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. Feel free to turn your caveman ass right around and throw me straight back in my torture chamber.”
“Do you ever stop talking?” Levi grunts, moving up the concrete steps and out into the fancy ballroom that has me squinting in the light, despite it not even being all that bright in here. “Fuck, you’re giving me a headache.”
“Right back at ya, asshole. Maybe tomorrow morning, I’ll wake you up with a pot of fucking ramen noodles over your head so you can see how fucking pleasant it is,” I throw back at him. “But honestly, if you can’t handle your own shit, then perhaps you should have called it quits before Roman’s little girlfriend decided to put me on show. You know, gone to bed early like a good little boy.”
Levi reaches back and grabs my waist before pulling me off him and throwing me hard against the wall. His body presses into mine as his vicious scowl bears down on me. “One word of advice,” he mutters darkly. “The woman who ate your tight little cunt was my father’s new wife. She’s a whore with a fucking hard-on for Roman, but if Father Dearest finds out that you touched what’s his, I promise you, your life won’t be worth living.”
My eyes bug out of my head as I feel my chest rising and falling with pained gasps. “That was Giovanni DeAngelis’ new wife?”
“Ariana DeAngelis in the flesh,” he tells me. “Don’t worry, she won’t be here for lunch, but lucky for you, my father will. Better hope that she didn’t accidentally say something when she got home. Gotta wonder what prompted this unexpected little visit.”
Levi walks away and I find myself gaping after him.
Giovanni DeAngelis is coming for lunch and he may or may not know that his new wife ate my pussy like she was digging for gold at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Fuck my life!
My breath comes in short, sharp pants as I race after Levi. “Wait, wait. What am I supposed to do? What if he knows? He’s going to kill me,” I rush out as he stops and turns back, pulling me up short as his tall frame looms over me. “She … she… surely he knows that it was all on her. I didn’t ask for it. I swear.”
“Oh, but you laid the groundwork for it, whispering those wicked little promises in Marcus’ ear, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist,” he says. “You knew what you were doing. Though next time, cut the shit and just ask for what you want. If you’re down to fuck a chick, then say so. If you’re jealous over some slut sucking my dick, then say so. There’s no need to play twisted little games.”
“Right, because twisted little games aren’t the go to around here,” I mutter, narrowing my gaze on him. “And for the record, I wasn’t jealous of anything. I just thought she was doing a fucking awful job.”
“She was,” he agrees as he watches me for a long drawn out moment. “But stop kidding yourself. I saw the way you were watching me. You wanted it to be you. You wanted to be the one drawing your tongue up and down my fucking cock. You got wet just watching me, picturing all the things I would do to your tight little cunt. It drove you insane with jealousy, but I’ll let you in on a secret.”
He pauses and I find myself leaning into him, far too mesmerized by the way his dark eyes bore into mine. My chest raises and I find my chin tilting up to meet his heated stare, the anticipation of his little secret burning me up inside. The silence just about kills me when he finally tells me what I’ve been waiting to hear. “You’re down to four minutes.”