Chapter 130
ISABELLA
I collapsed forward, coughing, eyes shut, spit trailing from the corner of my lips. Gasping for air like it was rebirth. Like he’d just dragged me to the edge of death and handed me back to myself.
My chest ached. My head pounded.
But God, I was soaked. Dripping. Throbbing. My body shaking from pleasure and the need to give it all to him. I wanted him again—at the back of my throat, inside my body, inside my soul. I wanted to hear those groans, feel his hands again. I wanted to hear him tell me how sweet I was, how filthy I’d made him feel.
And as I tried to come down from the high, he didn’t let me.
He yanked me up—fast, rough—his fingers still tangled in my hair, his eyes burning into mine like a flame that had waited years to consume.
“What are you hiding from me, Isabella?” he rasped.
I blinked up at him, heart still in my throat, throat still raw.
Then he licked the corner of my mouth.
And bent down—slowly, deliberately—so he was just beneath me. Dominance dripping off every move.
I knew what he wanted.
So I opened my lips.
And let myself drool into his open mouth.
He swallowed it.
Like it was holy.
Then he rose to his full height, grabbed my neck, and yanked me toward him. He leaned down and kissed me—deep, devouring—drinking me in like he’d been starving. The kiss was so hard, so hungry, it knocked the breath I’d just recovered right out of me.
His mouth was hungry, desperate, angry. He bit my lower lip—not enough to draw blood, but enough to draw a cry. Enough to send a sharp, electric shiver through my spine.
My knees touched the cold forest floor again, grounding me in the filth and the beauty of this act.
“Christ, Levi. Please—I need—” I begged into his mouth.
But he broke the kiss and stared down at me.
“You don’t get to want or need anything,” he said coldly. “Not until you tell me what I want to know.”
I whimpered, choked on it.
But I couldn’t speak.
I shook my head instead, lips trembling.
My chest heaved. My cheeks burned. My thighs were slick and trembling.
“You still won’t tell me the truth?” he asked.
His voice—dark velvet twisted with warning—a wicked smile on his lips.
I could only shake my head.
My chest still heaving, a bit of fear mixing with desire, wondering what the hell he planned to do to me. My cheeks streaked with tears. My thighs slick with arousal.
“Oh baby, I will make you speak.” His words were a quiet threat now, dark silk tightening around my throat.
With one hand still in my hair, he reached for his belt with the other and tugged it free in one swift movement. The hiss of leather was followed by silence. A heavy pause.
Then he grabbed me, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing.
I gasped, body trembling as he carried me through the woods behind his father’s estate. The forest air was sharp, wild, biting at my skin—but Levi was fire. His heat scorched through my dress, through every inch of me.
Before I could ask where he was taking me, he dropped me—fast, with purpose.
My back hit the ground near the thickest tree in sight. The bark behind me was rough, ancient, cold.
Then he turned me around and hissed, “Hold the tree.”
My palms pressed against the bark, breath catching.
Leaves crunched underfoot as he stepped behind me.
The silence made everything louder—my ragged breathing, the soft shift of his clothes, the wind through the trees, the pulse between my legs.
He didn’t speak. Not yet.
Instead, his hands reached for my dress and slowly—agonizingly slowly—began to roll it up over my thighs. Inch by inch, exposing the wet mess I’d become. His fingers brushed the underside of my ass, tracing the curve with deliberate reverence.
My breath caught.
And then—
Crack.
The leather landed across the very place he had just caressed.
My hips jolted. My knees buckled slightly.
The pain was sharp. A kiss made of fire. But it bloomed fast into something molten, something dizzying and hot between my legs.
He leaned forward, his chest against my back, mouth close to my ear.
“I will ruin you tonight,” he whispered, and the sound of it was enough to make my legs shake.
His hand came around, pressing low on my belly, holding me in place as he lifted the belt again. I whimpered, not from fear but from want. From knowing what was coming. From not knowing how far he’d go.
Another strike.
Lower this time.
More tender. More cruel.
My moan slipped out, soft and broken.
“You think I haven’t seen it?” he growled. “The way your body reacts to mine? The way you ache for me even when you lie to my face?”
His fingers moved between my legs, slipping through the slick heat that had been dripping down my thighs since he touched me.
“You’re dripping for me,” he hissed. “And you’re still hiding from me.”
I was.
But I couldn’t speak.
Not with his fingers moving like that. Not with his voice in my ear and my soul threatening to come undone with every breath.
“You want to be punished for it, don’t you?”
He rubbed deeper. Rougher. “You want me to break you open until the truth spills out.”
I cried out, half-sob, half-moan.
“I’m going to take every truth you’ve buried and fuck it out of you.”
He grabbed my throat again from behind, holding me in place against the tree, his cock grinding against me from behind, hard and demanding. “Let’s see how long you will last. I have all night baby and I will not stop till I have you confessing all your sins to me like I’m your fucking priest.”
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