“Your uncle plays?”
“He does, but he didn’t teach me, my father did. It was one of the few things he taught me.”
I straighten, feeling the tension behind his words. “S
o you weren’t close?”
“We were when he wasn’t having his manic episodes, which wasn’t very often.” He stares at me as he’s surprised he just divulged that.
My lips part.
What Aiden said makes sense now. Levi doesn’t have mental problems, but he lived in the shadow of a father who did. Maybe that part of his father rubbed off on him, too.
Before I can say anything, Levi smiles in a challenging way. “Do you want to go again? I promise not to crush you this time.”
“Bring it.”
We go at it for hours. It’s the most time I’ve spent in one place – aside from the art studio – without going out of my mind. In fact, I have fun.
Even though Levi wins every time.
I try to distract him by pushing the jersey up my thighs or pulling it down or licking my lips. Even though his eyes darken with lust, he wins the game, pushes the board away, and scoops me in his arms.
“Were you seducing me just now, princess?”
I look away trying to hide the goosebumps covering my skin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You were playing dirty.”
“I… wasn’t.”
“Do you know what happens to bad girls who play dirty?” His lips find the lobe of my ear and he sucks before biting down.
I moan, my head falling against his neck. It’s crazy how something so little can turn me into a wanton mess.
Levi isn’t someone I should be involved with, but my body doesn’t understand that.
All I can feel is the thrill and the desire for more.
I want more.
I want everything.
And that’s disturbingly similar to how Levi thinks.
Maybe I’ve become the devil king myself.
He lowers me to the sofa and yanks down his boxer briefs. I pull the T-shirt over my head and toss it behind me so we’re skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
My nails dig into his chest, drawing long red marks. Like he left his own marks all over my neck, collarbone, and breasts.
He hisses in pain, but his eyes gleam with undisclosed lust.
“You do like a bit of pleasure with your pain, princess.” He smiles, his sinful lips hovering over mine.
“So do you, Lev.” I drag my nails down his back this time, ripping a groan from him.
“Sure do.” He smirks and my heart skips a beat.