I was drunk, delirious with need. I couldn’t stand this torture anymore. I needed to come or the buzzing needed to end. “Please, Levy, make it stop.”
He purred, looking triumphant. “Violet. Kiss me.”
I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick his ass. But I was helpless. He had total control over me. I’d never been like this before. I was breathless when I tiptoed to give him a kiss. He snuck his palm on the small of my back as our lips met. I kissed him. Tenderly. His tongue wet my lip, tracing me with curiosity. I trembled with burning desire. The ecstasy had taken me into the edge, and all he’d done was kiss me.
He parted his lips, his eyes luminously blue as he watched me shiver with arousal.
“Poor kitten,” he whispered. “I won’t tease you anymore.” His hand moved into his pocket and the bullet stopped vibrating.
I panted, relieved, wanting to collapse on the floor. Levy kissed me again, sweet and tender as his hands travelled over my thighs. He bunched up my gown and slipped his hands on my pussy.
“Shit,” he whispered between our kiss when he found out how wet I was.
I was practically drenched with my own liquid lust.
“Take it out,” I urged him. I heard the fabric tear. He ripped my panties off without a shred of modesty. “I meant the fucking bullet!”
“Whoops.” He pecked a kiss on my lips. “I like this better.”
“Oh.” He cupped my mound and slipped a finger into my burning heat.
The wicked bullet fell into his palm. I pushed his hand away and drew a relieved breath. It was over. He couldn’t torture me anymore.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Levy pulled me into his arms again. “We haven’t finished.”
I groaned.
He shushed me quiet. “You don’t think you’re leaving me out like this, do you? I’m hard for you.”
“Levy, you’re always horny.”
“Well, I blame you.” He hitched up my gown and trapped me between him and the balcony railing. “You made me like this, you wicked little temptress. I can’t control myself whenever you’re near.”
He pressed his hard erection on my pubis, letting me know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But I vowed to myself I wouldn’t sleep with him anymore. He complicated my life. And the worst part was I couldn’t resist him. It drove me nuts.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Levy.”
“Wrong, try again.”
He wrapped one arm around my waist, offering me no surrender while his free hand unzipped his pants. I sucked a hard inhalation when I felt the tip of his cock graze my cunt. The impact was devastating. My defences came crumbling down like the fabled Babylon tower. My body screamed with manic needs, wanting him, lusting for him…damn him, damn him, damn him.
Levy took my silence as a sign of surrender. He lifted up my thigh and thrust himself inside me. My heart pounded hard as everything around me palpitated into slow motion. I could feel every inch of his flesh spearing me open, that thick fat cock plundering me, robbing me off the last strands of my sanity. His cock throbbed inside me. Hot. Wickedly good. I clawed his shoulders, whimpering, while my pussy clenched around his hard shaft.
He kissed me when the ecstasy left me speechless. And his kiss said it all. I started to find the truth in his words. Maybe we were destined to be together. Maybe I really was his mate. He made me feel like no man ever had before. My wicked prince, highly addictive like the sugary sweet confection.
“Do you feel it?” he whispered.
I watched him in a daze.
“Do you feel our bond?” He touched my face, fingertips tracing my lips. “Don’t deny it. You know it, you feel it.”
I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bear admitting what I felt. Everything was happening too fast. It was too surreal. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Levy narrowed his eyes. “Stubborn little kitty. Before this week’s end, I swear I’m going to make you admit that you love me too.”
I grabbed his hair and kissed him hard to silence his taunts. He grabbed my ass and started to pound me. I tore my mouth off him, gasping for air. Tendrils of fire burned inside me, licking my spine, singeing my every nerve tip. With a growl, Levy reclaimed my lips. He kissed me as viciously as he fucked me. I clung onto him, savouring the bittersweet surrender. He’d barely moved a dozen strokes when I was ambushed by a violent orgasm. I shouted a muffled scream as the climax wiped my mind blank. I dug my nails into his expensive suit, not caring if I ruined it. I begged him to stop as my body shook with tremors. And he did.
He watched me as I slowly ebbed back to reality. He was smiling the whole time, looking as if he got a kick from watching me come.
“Let’s go back to the ship and finish our business in privacy.”
“I don’t…”
“No argument. I need you as much as you need this.” Levy withdrew and zipped up while I was still semi-dazed from my explosive orgasm. I was so flushed, I must have looked like a woman who had gone without her medication this morning as Levy herded me through the ballroom and out to the front door.
Such a bodyguard I was.
Chapter Four
Levy kissed me as soon as we arrived at his stateroom. The doors weren’t even closed yet when he seized me with urgency and mauled my lips hungrily. His tongue stroked deep into the cavern of my mouth as he tightened his grip on my arms. I melted under his kiss. Melted like goo. My pussy throbbed with need. My nipples ached. My blood boiled as he burned my sanity to cinder.
When he finally stopped kissing me, I wanted to faint on the floor. Levy didn’t give me that chance. With one arm curled around my waist, he ripped my clothes until there wasn’t a single thread on my body. I was naked, except for the pair of stilettos I was wearing.
“Leave those on,” he said when I wanted to slip them off. “You look so beautiful in them.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was too horny. Typical male fantasy. Naked chick with high-heeled shoes. What was up with that?
He released his arm and ordered me to stay still. His eyes raked over my nakedness as if he was feasting over his conquest. He probably thought of me that way, his conquest, and after lusting after me for a few days, he’d finally gotten me naked and willing…
Then, he touched me.
Tenderly. The tip of his fingers seared my skin, delivering sparks of pleasure down my spine. I trembled, anticipating what he’d do next. We hadn’t talked much during the limo ride from the Ball to Orient Fevre. The tension between us had loomed like a highly strung cello string waiting to snap. He hadn’t come when he’d fucked me on the balcony, and the impressive bulge in his pants looked…intimidating. Levy appeared as if he had restrained himself a great deal. Maybe he wanted to make the night last. Driving me ragged. Fucking me to oblivion.
Shit. I began to look forward to it.
Levy lowered his head, cupped my face and breathed on my lips. “You’re so beautiful, Violet. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”
I shivered even more. He didn’t speak with his usual princely arrogant tone. He sounded as if he was confiding his deepest, truest feelings to me. And I couldn’t help but be touched by it.
“Levy…”
He purred. Then kissed me. He licked the side of my jaw, tasting my skin. “Mine,” he whispered on my ear.
He felt me, one hand kneading my breast. His fingers plucked and pinched my nipple. God. The ache in my pussy worsened. I creamed. My cunt clenched. I touched him back, my hands settling on his hair. I fisted his silky strands as he kissed my breasts and sucked my nipple.
“Mine.” He declared it with a sheer dominance, like a beast upon his prey.
My heart drummed wildly when he squeezed my ass and continued kissing me down to my belly. He knelt. The trail of his kiss burned my skin as his lips brushed my mons.
He looked at me and whispered, “Mine.”
I indulged myself in a scream when his mouth found my pussy. Instinctively, I dug my
nails on his scalp as his agile, treacherous tongue unearthed my deepest secret. He licked my pussy lips. He licked my clitoris. He licked my opening and thrust his tongue as deeply as he could muster. Holy God in heaven. I shook with desire. He ate, sucked, and devoured me until I saw the shades of pleasure painted before my eyes.
White when he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue.
Blue when he bit my pussy lips and suckled me as if I were a delicious fruit.
Pure red when he fucked me with his tongue as rough as when he used his cock.
I writhed. My breaths came in a fevered beat. The pleasure was unbelievably sinful. When he growled and swirled his tongue inside me, I came so hard the world faded away from my vision for a long moment. My legs couldn’t support my own weight. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing from the intensity.
Levy watched my reaction with delight. He got up and undressed.
I watched him with hunger, unconsciously swallowing my saliva. Naked, he looked as delicious as that night in his penthouse. Luscious skin. Muscled body. A fine example of male perfection. Levy shed his clothes leisurely as if we had all time in the world and his eyes never left mine the whole time. His cock sprang free. Hard and ready. He kicked off his shoes and motioned me to come closer.
He stroked his engorged cock until a droplet of pre-cum leaked from the tip. “Suck me. I’m dying to fuck your mouth.”
His words made me frisky. Thinking about it, I’d never had a chance to sample his gorgeous cock. I licked my lips and knelt in front of him. I touched him, clasping my hands around his shaft. I squeezed him. Gently, then hard. He made some urgent murmurs, his breath laboured. His cock pulsed in my palms. Hot. Throbbing. So wickedly male. I lapped at his enormous tip. A strained sigh escaped his throat. He shuddered. Salty, brackish flavour flooded my mouth. God, I loved the way he tasted. Creamy—just scrumptiously creamy. I stretched my jaws as widely as I could to accommodate his girth and sucked his huge cockhead.
Levy cursed, in a good way. He held my head, angling his cock deeper to fuck my mouth and throat. I obliged him. I arranged my breath and took him deeply. His cock slid past the back of my mouth and down my throat. He groaned with disbelief. Deep throat was one of my girlie skills.
I sucked him hard as if my life depended on it. Levy started to bawl. Grunts and half-formed words rasped between his shouts. His face flushed red. His cock and balls darkened even more. I squeezed his balls as I deepened my sucks. Suddenly, I felt ravenous. I wanted to reap my reward, his hot cream. Levy’s face contorted into a mask of ecstasy, looking as if he was trying hard not to come. I wouldn’t allow that to happen, so I sucked harder. Levy let out feral growl. He seized my face and suddenly yanked his cock out of my mouth.
“Hey!” I protested. “I’m not finished.”
“Forget it,” he barked back. His eyes blazed with fire. “On all fours. I want to fuck you from behind.”
“Cream first, then fuck.”
Levy growled again. He swept me and arranged me in the position he wanted. Before I could shout another protest, he penetrated me in one, long, savage thrust. I clawed the carpet and yowled. He speared me open with his thick cock and slammed home until his balls grazed my clitoris. I shuddered. He shuddered, too, from the way our bodies became one. My cunt clasped around his rock-hard shaft. God. Pleasure left me speechless for seconds, especially when he started fucking me like a demented man. He grabbed my shoulders and rode me as if he was trying to tame a wild stallion. His cock battered my pussy. Each grind, each thrust, dragged me deeper into ecstasy. I braced myself against the wild torrent of his fucks. Faster. Deeper. Rougher. Short, rapid bunny fucks. I opened my mouth to inhale more air, but instead, a sudden climax seized me unmercifully. I bawled. I felt as if I was dying.
But he didn’t stop. He kept fucking me and fucking me through the night. He fucked me standing up. He fucked me in the bed. He fucked me in the chair. He even fucked me in front of a mirror, forcing me to watch the way his cock ravaged my pussy.
God, I loved it. Maybe I was a bit voyeuristic, but there was something incredibly erotic about watching my lover sink his cock into me. He pounded, yanked, hammered, pummelled until we both couldn’t hold out any longer. I came hard. He came even harder. Levy shouted as his cock spurted his cum inside me. We both shuddered until the last wave of ecstasy ebbed away, and we slumped on the floor. We touched. We kissed.
We loved.
Levy cupped my face and whispered, “I wish I could show you what I really feel about you. And how strong our bond is…”
I started to open my mouth to argue but he silenced me with a kiss.
“Hush, kitty-cat. For once in your life, would you listen to your heart?”
He drew me into his embrace and wrapped me with his strong arms. I clammed my mouth shut and surrendered. I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. Levy made me calm, made me feel protected. No man I’d been with had ever made me feel that way. I wondered if what he said was true? That soul mates did exist?
I sighed. I’d never been so confused in my life.
There was nothing like waking up in the morning after a good night’s fuck. I was happily sore in all the right places, beat, but feeling strangely relaxed at the same time. Levy was still sleeping when I got up. As a VIP passenger, the bed in his stateroom was as big and comfy as those in the luxury hotel. He didn’t stir as I crawled off his bed. I collected my clothes, got dressed in a hurry and tiptoed out. One of his bodyguards saw me exit the stateroom. The man flashed me a grin.
“He’s all yours,” I told him. “My shift is over.”
He tipped his head in my direction and made a tiny gesture with his hand. He didn’t say a word, but I felt his gaze burn my back as I flounced to the main deck. I went back to my cabin and showered. I’d just finished changing into a fresh uniform when Captain Hawk called me via the holocom.
“We have a problem,” he barked. “My office, now.”
Captain Hawk was in a foul mood when I arrived at his office minutes later.
He pointed to a stack of hardcopies on his desk. “Take a look at that. We have a security leak.”
I sat down and read the file. What I saw made me numb. The security bot had compiled the report during the last data sweep. It said that someone had hacked into our system, mined our data and relayed it to an encrypted source. Azhari, our Senior Cryptographer, had decoded the destination. It had turned out to be an office in the Froste Intelligence Agency. As the Chief Mate of Orient Fevre, this came as a hard blow for me since it had happened right under my nose. Only the captain and I owned the verification code to access the data vault. Truthfully, Orient Fevre wasn’t merely a commercial transport ship. It was also an intergalactic security company, commissioned to deliver classified information from many countries in the Pegasus Arms.
“How did this happen, Cross?”
I cleared my throat. “We need a lockdown.”
“Did that.” Captain Hawk sank in his chair. “I just spoke to the Chereshaz-X Station Master and requested a continuation docking permit until we sort our problem out. He gave us three standard days since this space station is fully booked. We can’t board until we find out who our mole is. Do you have any idea who’s behind this?”
I felt choked because I had an idea who’d stolen that code from me. But I didn’t feel like sharing it with the captain yet, not until I could prove my suspicion. “Give me half an hour to run a cross-data check.”
“You do that.”
“By your leave, sir.”
“Granted.”
I exited the captain’s office semi-running. My mind kicked into high gear as I started to see connections I’d been too blind to see these past months. I went to the aft of the ship where the senior officer cabins were located and headed right to Mac’s. Even though we’d been engaged, we’d still maintained separate living quarters. I punched Mac’s code on the keypad and the door whispered open.
Mac’s room was empty. Like any of the s
enior officers in the ship, his cabin consisted of one bedroom, a small kitchen, and a common room. I headed straight to his bedroom and started looking for clues. About three standard weeks ago, after he’d misplaced our nuptial agreement documents, Mac had suggested we share a personal vault to store our precious belongings, important papers, money, and work-related data disks. Mac was unorganised when it came to his personal matters. But I should have known. His forgetfulness had only been a cover so he could access my personal vault and steal my secret codes and keys.
The first thing I opened was his wardrobe closet. All of his clothes were still there—his shoes, his personal belonging and his duffel bags. It seemed he hadn’t planned on leaving yet. But I could have been wrong. I tore his closet apart, then his bed and drawers to see if I could find any device he might have used to communicate with the Froste Intelligence Agency. I found nothing. I was in the middle of dismantling the lavatory’s ceilings when I heard somebody come behind me. It was Mac.
“Looking for something, Violet?” he asked me icily.
I jumped down from the sink and stared him straight in the eyes. “Tell me you didn’t steal that code from me, Mac.”
He didn’t answer, only stared at me with a sullen look. He pulled out a plasma rifle and swung his arm, hitting me across the head. The world around me blackened.
I woke up with a bitchy headache and a dull throbbing in my temples. I could feel there was a gash where he’d butted me with his plasma rifle, but the blood that had dripped on my cheek had started to coagulate.
“Don’t even think of shifting,” Mac warned me when he saw me stirring. “See what you’re wearing?”
I looked down and saw he’d fitted me with a ballistic vest. Only I knew better. The vest was rigged with explosives. “What the fuck?”
“That’s right, babe. If you try one of your heroism monkeyshines again, I’ll blow you to pieces.”
I couldn’t believe he would do that to me. Mac, the man I almost married. The man I thought was the one I would spend the rest of my life with. I felt numb. The revelation shocked me more than when I’d found him banging his own assistant. How could I have been so blind?
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