Chapter 71

LEVI

When I reached for Isabella again my fingers ghosting over her cheek, she didn’t pull away. My other hand found her waist, drawing her in, closer, until the warmth of her body seared against mine.

My breath shuddered as I spoke, my lips just a whisper from hers. “Please, let me.”

And then I kissed her, tasting the tantalizing red lipstick that had nearly driven me insane. I never could have imagined that such a small woman would have this much effect on me.

My kiss wasn’t soft, wasn’t restrained. It was raw, desperate—a silent plea wrapped in the heat of my mouth claiming hers. She responded instantly, her fingers tightening on my shoulders, nails pressing through the fabric of my tailored suit—the suit I had worn to look like the perfect gentleman while I proposed to her.

She melted into me, as I deepened the kiss drinking in the taste if her. There was fire in the way her hands fisted in my jacket, pulling me closer, tethering me to this moment, to her.

The night was thick with the scent of roses, their fragrance mixing with the heady warmth of our bodies. The moon cast silver streaks across the garden, illuminating her trembling form as she gasped against my lips. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she could mold herself into me, lose herself in the fire we had ignited.

I tasted her—anger, confusion, longing. The emotions battled in the heat of our kiss, but I wasn’t going to let her slip away. Not again. My hands roamed down the smooth curve of her back, pressing her closer until there was no space left between us. Whatever had shattered between us, I would mend it. I had to. Because losing her was not an option.

“How did you do it?” she murmured into the kiss, her voice unsteady, her breath hitching as my lips traveled lower, tracing the delicate line of her throat. A moan escaped her as I licked and bit at the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “Oh, fuck.”

I smirked against her skin, nipping at her collarbone before answering. “It wasn’t easy,” I admitted, my voice low, husky. “Changing my accent, using a voice modulator, keeping my face hidden—it took work. But keeping that distance was the hardest part. Watching you from afar when all I wanted was this.”

She sucked in a breath, her fingers curling against my shoulders as she processed my words. Her body was taut, charged with emotion and desire. “Here I was, confused about who I loved—between you and Mr. L—never knowing you were both the same.” Her voice wavered in realization, “This changes everything.”

I cupped her face, brushing my lips against hers, tasting the way her world had just shifted. “I know,” I murmured. “And I want it to. Don’t you?”

Her response was a soft whimper as I gripped her thighs and lifted her, carrying her to the bed of roses shaped like a heart in the middle of the garden. The petals were cool against her bare skin as I laid her down, their scent wrapping around us like an intoxicating spell. The moonlight painted her in silver and shadow, her dress already bunched high around her thighs, revealing smooth, bare skin that begged to be touched.

“I need you now,” she whispered, her voice thick with need, her eyes hooded with lust.

I paused, my gaze traveling downward, catching the glimpse of sheer black lace. I arched a brow, running my fingers along the delicate fabric. “Where did you get these panties?”

A soft, breathy laugh left her lips. “I always keep a pair in my bag.”

I chuckled darkly, gripping her chin and tilting her face to mine. “Oh, so you wanted me to take them off you?”

She nodded, eyes fluttering closed. “Yes, master.”

“Well, I won’t be doing that just yet,” I murmured, flipping her over in one swift motion. Her gasp turned into a moan as I landed a sharp slap on her ass. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

She whimpered, arching her back, pressing her ass toward me in silent plea. “So… sorry, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I—”

I spanked her again, harder this time, relishing the way she yelped, the way her body shuddered against mine. “You’ll be punished for making me have to take it off,” I whispered, my lips trailing down her spine.

She moaned as I lifted her, the crisp night air mingling with the floral scent surrounding us. It felt like I was floating, lost in the heavens, in a world where only we existed.

Slowly, deliberately, I took the lace between my teeth and pulled her panties down, the delicate fabric slipping away to reveal soft, flushed skin. I undressed swiftly, never letting her go, my hands keeping her steady, my breath warm against her heated flesh. With her bare ass in front of me, I couldn’t resist running my tongue over the spot where I had left my mark.

She trembled, her moans growing more desperate. “Please, Master.”

I smirked against her skin, inhaling her scent, reveling in the way her body responded to my touch. I wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.

I flipped her beneath me, a growl rumbling deep in my chest, primal and possessive. My lips crushed against hers, claiming, taking, devouring. My hands roamed her body, mapping every curve as if committing her to memory, as if I could imprint myself onto her very skin. She arched beneath me, a sigh spilling from her lips, her body pliant and wanting.

I reached for the single rose beside us and brought it to her nose. "Inhale."

She did, her lashes fluttering shut. "It smells nice," she murmured, lost in the moment. But as I held it between us, the sharp bite of a thorn pierced my skin. A drop of crimson welled up, blooming against my fingertip.

Her eyes widened, dark pools of something deeper than concern. "You're hurt, Master. Let me see."

Before I could respond, her lips parted, and she took my fingers into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation sent a shockwave straight to my cock. My control wavered as my arousal pulsed violently, a bead of pre-cum spilling at the sheer intensity of my need. The heat, the yearning—it coiled inside me, an unbearable pressure demanding release.

There was no hesitation left. No restraint. Only need. Only hunger. Only the truth that had finally unraveled between us. Her heart pounded against my chest, erratic and desperate as I positioned myself at her entrance.

"Levi," she moaned, my name a plea, a surrender, a song meant only for me. The sound of it sent a shudder down my spine. My grip on control, on patience, on anything other than possessing her slipped.

My voice was a growl as I pinned her beneath me. "Tonight, I'm fucking you as your master and your boss. And I'm going to fuck you so thoroughly, so completely, that neither will ever compare again. You will never be taken like this again. You are going to cry, you are going to beg, and I will not stop."

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breath ragged. "I have just one request, Master."

I arched a brow, my lips curving. "Tell me."

"Cum in my mouth."

A wicked smirk played on my lips. "My naughty girl."

With a savage thrust, I drove into her, harder, deeper, pushing past all sense of sanity, needing her to feel everything—my hunger, my possession, the unrelenting truth of what she meant to me.

The heat between us was unbearable, scorching, consuming, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more. I wanted more.

Without warning, I flipped her onto her stomach and thrust from behind, spreading her thighs wider. The red silk of her dress began to tear, and I ripped it away completely. I could hardly recognize myself.

Leaning in, my lips grazed the shell of her ear. “Now, you are mine.”

I punctuated my words with a sharp slap to her ass, reveling in the way she cried out—her fingers curling against the petals, her body trembling in response.

She was mine. Entirely. Irrevocably. And that’s exactly what I was going to tell my father.