Orient Fevre by Lizzie Lynn Lee Read Free Book Online Page B

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