Rage burns through me at his audacity and I release my arms from around Levi’s neck, more than ready to throw myself off his lap and annihilate his moronic brother. “Where the fuck do—”
Roman walks away before the sentence even comes out of my mouth and I clench my jaw, more determined than ever to raise the freshest kind of hell. That doesn’t even sound like enough. How does one summon a demon and get it to do your bidding? I was never good at math, but I’m sure I can figure out a pentagon.
Levi drops his drumsticks on top of his snare and meets my eye, wariness flooded in those deep depths of darkness. “You good?” he questions.
I nod, knowing he’s not referring to his brother. “For just a little while, you made me forget,” I tell him as I slowly rock my hips back and forth, groaning with the sweet pleasure. Hell, I bet a guy like Levi has never been fucked slowly.
His brows crease and I watch as the pleasure rocks through him like a fucking knife through the chest. He really has never felt something like this.
His hand falls to my waist as his other drops to my ass, slipping down to the most forbidden parts of my body as I keep rocking back and forth, feeling the intense way that his cock sails in and out of me like a sensual massage, rubbing and stretching my walls.
Closing my eyes, my head tips forward and I do nothing but feel as my hand slips down between us and gently rubs my clit. “Oh, God,” I moan, my subtle movements making Levi’s warm seed seep out of me and spread between us, making the best kind of mess.
My pussy clenches as my clit screams in happiness, and as my hips rock just a little faster, taking Levi at a deeper angle, another orgasm tears through me, slow and agonizingly intense.
My pussy shatters all over again and I don’t dare stop, keeping my hips moving as his fingers dig into my skin. Then just as he’s about to come, I pull back, planting my feet on the ground and depriving him of his most carnal urges. “You made me forget for a little while,” I repeat, his face dropping in realization. “But you and I … we’ll never be the same.”
And with that, I step over his strong thighs and walk out of his room with nothing but a mess between my legs and the world’s worst case of blue balls behind me.
15
Taking my sweet-ass time, I show up in the training room over forty-five minutes after Roman demanded my attention with a smug grin stretched wide over my lips. The fuck knuckle couldn’t possibly think he was going to get away with standing me up last night, then leaving me in a pissed-off rage on the couch all morning waiting for his bitch ass.
No, life is never that simple, and if minor inconveniences are the way to drive him to the brink of insanity, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Though, it’s hard to tell just how far I’ll have to go. He’s probably already taken a few trips to the brink of insanity, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s developed some kind of immunity. Besides, getting under Roman’s skin is one of my all-time favorite pastimes, and he knows that better than anybody. Perhaps it’ll be good to get a little bit of normalcy around here.
I barge through the door, making sure it rebounds off the internal wall with a loud bang, but it doesn’t startle him as I’d hoped. It doesn’t even make him flinch. Fuck, all I get from him is a narrowed glare as he curls his hands into fists at his side. “What fucking time do you call this?” he demands, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to calm his erratic, wild emotions.
“This,” I say. “Is called a whole lot of bullshit. You can have the shits at me for showing up just a little late while you have the audacity not to show up at all. Fuck you, Roman. I’m not your punching bag. If you say you’re going to do something, then do it. I thought you were a man of your word.”
He opens his arms out wide and indicates around him. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
My arms cross over my chest and I want to hate myself for putting me in this position, but what choice do I have? I’ve been thrown around like a fucking ragdoll since coming here and I won’t allow it to happen again. I won’t be weak, even if it means allowing Roman to get too close for comfort, then that’s what I’ll do.
“You’re an asshole,” I seethe, pausing in the doorway to glare right back at him only to be shoved out of the way as Marcus and Levi come striding in behind me to watch the show.