His hot breaths tease the shell of my ear, drawing a shudder from my inner walls. “You don’t, huh?”
“I don’t.”
“I’m telling you, anyway. When she looked up, it was these green gates.” His fingers trace along my eyelashes. “When she opened her mouth, I saw these lips.” He trails a forefinger from my eyes to the corner of my mouth, hovering but not touching.
I swallow around the sound clawing its way out. My breathing shatters and breaks with every draw.
“Then what?” My voice is low, defeated. “You would’ve fucked her and pretended it’s me?”
“She’s not you.”
The words are barely out of his mouth and his entire posture stiffens like he hates it. He hates that she’s not me. That he can’t play his games on her and pretend it’s me.
And for some reason, that makes me feel a strange sense of accomplishment.
Even the king doesn’t always get what he wants.
Levi grabs a handful of my hair in his fist and pulls until my head tilts back. He trails his other hand up my collarbone and wraps it around my throat.
His hold is firm enough to make sure I know he’s controlling my breathing. One squeeze and all air will be gone.
My pulse goes on overdrive until it’s impossible to hear it.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
At this angle, I have a complete view of the clenching in his sharp jawline, the contempt on his hard features, and the black in his pale eyes.
I’m starting to think that for Levi, black isn’t a colour. It’s a state of mind and being.
A monster hides behind that sinister, menacing look. A monster who’ll rip me to pieces if I let him.
Scratch that. He’ll rip me apart even if I don’t let him.
I’ve already provoked the king and now, there’s no going back to being a mere pawn on the enemies’ lines. My best bet is to climb the ranks and somehow bring down the king.
He squeezes my throat for a beat. “No one is you, princess.”
My chest rises and falls so hard, I’m glad that my heart is an organ and can’t possibly rip its way out of my ribcage kamikaze style.
I place a hand on his chest in a sorry attempt to push him away. “This can’t happen. I hate you, Levi. ”
“If it makes you feel better then hate me all you want.” He runs his lips along the shell of my ear, flicking his tongue out to tease the heated skin.
A small gasp tears past my lips and I can’t help angling my neck to the side even with his hand keeping me in place.
“You and I are toxic.” I breathe in a low tone. “We’re nothing alike.”
“It’s different poles who attract,” he speaks against my ear, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.
I bite my lower lip against the onslaught of emotions. I clench my thighs but that only manages to squeeze him harder against my slick core.
“Different poles also destroy each other.”
“I’m good with that, too.”
I open my mouth to protest. Any words I was about to say end in a gasp when his lips claim mine. Unlike the kiss in the car park, this one is more desperate, violent, and out of fucking control.
His teeth clash against mine and his tongue thrusts in like he always owned this part of me.