A Crown Of Smoke And Ash - Sloane Murphy Page 0,93

door seeing Fallon and Colt out. The others have disappeared to their own spaces, doing god knows what.

“Oh really?” I lean back into him and tilt my head up, kissing him softly.

“Really. You and I have a few things to go over.” He takes me hand and pulls me towards the wing his bedroom is in, and I can’t help the feeling that floods me. It feels like so long since I’ve been with him, and I missed him. Plus, I know underneath it all, he is angry as fuck at me, so tonight could be interesting.

The door to his room swings open, and he waves me through. Shutting and locking it behind me before pinning me with his gaze.

“Did you enjoy yourself today, Angel?” he asks, arms crossed, so I mirror his stance and raise my chin.

“I did, actually. It was fun.”

“Fun?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Putting yourself in a lethal situation, and then bringing a potential threat back here is fun to you?”

“I didn’t…” I start but he cuts me off with a look, his eyes darkening,

"When will you ever learn?" Levi asks but it's not really a question, it feels more like a warning.

"When will you?" I retort, "I am sick and tired of being treated like a damsel in... whatever!"

His eyes flash with both lust and frustration as he starts to undress. One button after another, his intense gaze fixed on me. On every move I make.

"What are you doing?" I ask, backing back from his predatory advances.

"When you're unreasonable, the only way to make you understand is to the fuck the stubborn right out of you," he tells me simply, as he shrugs his shirt off his shoulders and discards it to the side.

"I take offence to that, I'm neither unreasonable nor stubborn." I stop once my knees hit the bed on the other side of the room, realizing he's got me exactly where he wants me. On the fucking giant orgy bed.

I'm immediately wet, like my body knows what's coming and can't wait to get it.

"I don't really care, Angel. The problem is," he's standing so close his chest is radiating heat through my entire body, "you put yourself in danger and I can't have that." On the last word, he pushes me on the bed, sprawled out, yet completely dressed.

"When will you learn that I can take care of myself?" I'm a crazy mix between horny and angry. Is this what angry sex is?

"When you stop doing stupid shit like inviting potential threats into my house," he tells me, the little snarl at the corner of his lip expressing his ire at the entire situation.

Well guess what? I've got ire too, buddy!

"He's my brother, Levi, he wouldn't hurt me, you have got to..." I don't get to finish that phrase right away because Levi's pulled my denim shorts off in one swift move, "...trust me."

Pulling one shoe then the other off my feet, he looks up at me and with sincerity written all over his face, he answers, "You are the only one I do trust. With my life, Angel."

My anger dissipates a little with those words.

Or maybe it's the finger he's sliding through my slit from taint to clit, like he's stealing whipped cream from a cake, then sucks his finger dry and moans.

"Delicious," he purrs, and I can feel my pussy give him more.

"Now, I want you to listen carefully. I'm going to give you the rules, and you must agree to them. If you don't, well, I'll stop whatever I'm doing," he announces, another finger sliding through my wetness before he pushes inside for just a second, scooping up more of my juices.

"That's," oh fuck, I need more, and watching him lick his fingers is so damn erotic it makes my neurons misfire, "cruel and taking away my free..."

This time, he thrusts two fingers in keeping them there a beat longer before taking them out and throwing me a self-satisfied smirk.

"I'm giving you a choice, Angel. That is the very definition of freedom."

God, he’s an asshole.

A gorgeous, talented, addictive asshole.

"Fine. I can do this, you're not that irresistible." Lies, lies, lies.

"Let's begin," he says, kneeling on the floor, his face inches from my pussy, and palming both of my thighs wide open. He is up close and personal with my ass and pussy, and the only thing I can hear is his moan of approval. His tongue draws circles around my clit, flicking it at irregular intervals, and