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TWENTY-FIVE

LEVI

M y leg bounces uncontrollably, my elbows resting on the edge of the desk as I stare at my phone. The screen’s been dark for a while now, but I can’t look away, hoping for a message, some update—anything. It’s been seventeen hours since Silas dropped the bombshell: apparently, I’m suspect number one in the murders. Silas said he’d have dinner with his dad, see if he could look into it, but it’s almost nine o’clock at night, and... silence.

Murders? Me?

It’s fucking ridiculous. If the cops were seriously looking at me, my father would have warned me by now. He always keeps me informed—especially when it comes to something this serious. My hand drags down my face, the frustration building.

Sure, Toby and Asher weren’t exactly my favorite people. But murder? Without reason? That’s not who I am, no matter how much of an asshole people think I can be.

A soft knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. I sigh, knowing it’s just one of the guys.

“Come in,” I mutter, not bothering to get up.

Kai saunters in. I texted him, telling him to leave me alone tonight, which almost always means that he is going to slither his way into my room and on my cock. Maybe that’s what I need tonight. To just sink into something warm and tight and fuck it until I forget all this fucking stress.

“Should I go back and get some liquor?”

I shake my head, pointing at the bottle of whiskey on my desk. “Nah, I got it covered.” I take a shot from the bottle, feeling the liquid burn its way down my throat, momentarily dulling the edge of my anxiety. I hand the bottle toward him, our fingers brushing briefly.

“Why aren’t you fucking your new plaything?” I ask, unable to hide the edge in my voice.

He’s been spending a lot of time with her over the past couple of weeks. With and without Dayton. I shouldn’t care, but the idea of him fucking her, touching her, spilling inside her without me... it makes something ugly curl in my chest. Jealousy. I hate it.

Kai lounges on my bed like he owns the place, looking too damn comfortable. “Just checking on you. Si and I confirmed it—cops do have a file open on you. But they’ve got nothing so far. Just a few interviews. Came up with shit.”

“I didn’t do it, Kai.”

His grin fades slightly. “I know, baby.” His pet name melts my icy exterior slightly. “They’re just doing their job.” He shrugs.

I slam the whiskey bottle down harder than I intended. “Well, I don’t know anything!” I snap, my voice rising. “Go back to Sable. Let me fucking stew.”

Kai doesn’t move. Instead, he sits up on the bed, shifting onto his knees. “Come down with me. We can all hang out.”

I narrow my eyes at him, knowing exactly what he’s suggesting. “Not interested.”

He smirks again, that infuriatingly smug expression back on his face. “You’re the only one not on board.”

Does that mean Silas finally succumbed?

I glare at him. “And your point?”

“Stop being jealous. It’s obvious. She’s got you all twisted up inside.” Kai leans closer, his voice dropping into that dangerous, conspiratorial whisper that always gets under my skin. “Maybe you should just join us. See how delicious my cum tastes dripping out of her cunt.”

My blood runs hot, anger flaring instantly. “You’ve come inside her?”

He shrugs, completely unfazed by my outburst. “She’s clean. I had her tested before Silas even moved her in.”

My mind tries to connect the dots as to how he would have tested her, but leave it to Kai to manage something like that with stealth.

“I’m just saying, if it bothers you so much, why not be a part of it?”

I push myself up from the chair, towering over him. “You are such a?—”

Before I can finish, he stands too, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. He’s grinning again, his eyes daring me to make a move, to do something. His breath ghosts over my lips, too close, too intimate.

“You’re not mad about the murders, Levi,” he murmurs, his voice low, like he’s revealing some deep truth. “You’re mad because Sable’s got you fucked up. Admit it. You want her just as much as I do. Just as much as Silas does.”

“Just drop it,” I growl, grabbing his shirt and yanking him closer to me. “You know what will happen if I let her in. She will never be the same.”

“We’ve already ruined her,” he hisses, leaning into me, unafraid. “Are you too blind to see the way she looks at you? She’s desperate for you. She needs you, Levi.”

I don’t respond with words. Instead, my lips crash against his in a brutal kiss, full of teeth and desperation. It’s not about love. It’s not even about lust anymore. It’s about power, control—who can bend, who can break. And right now, I need to win. I need to remind him I’m the one in charge here.

The kiss deepens as my hands frantically mess with his pants buttons as he sheds his hoodie off. His hands move to my hair, gripping it tightly as I push him back toward the bed. My clothes fall to the floor along with his in a pile. He tries to push me down, but I’m quicker, flipping us over before he can take control. I pin him beneath me, my hands locking his wrists against the mattress, our foreheads nearly touching.

“You think you can just waltz in here and solve everything with a few words and a quick fuck?”

“Maybe I can.”

Before he can say another word, I’m kissing him again—rough, demanding. My lips move down to his neck, and I bite down hard, sucking just enough to leave a mark. A reminder for him. A reminder for her. Sable is bound to see it, and when she does, she’ll know.

He is mine.

Kai lets out a guttural moan as I trail my tongue down his chest, circling his nipple before continuing my path lower. His breath hitches when I reach his navel, and by the time my hand palms his cock, he’s panting, desperate for more.“Fuck?—”

“This,” I growl, running my tongue along the underside of his cock, “is my cock. Understand, baby?” I throw his pet name for me back in his face, dripping with sarcasm, and he whimpers in response, a soft, desperate sound. “But you’re not getting rewarded tonight. Flip over and be my cock slut.”

He doesn’t resist, his usual demeanor replaced by something akin to submission. His eyes darken with lust as he obeys, flipping over onto his stomach and presenting himself to me. The sight of him like this, ready and willing, sends a surge of power through me.

I grab his hips, pulling him up onto his knees, positioning him exactly how I want him. “Good boy,” I murmur, my hands spreading his cheeks as I lean in, teasing him with a light kiss against his entrance. He shivers, his body reacting to every touch.

“Levi, please.”

“I fucking love it when you beg.”

I give him what he wants, my tongue teasing his hole, tracing slow circles around the sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. His breath hitches in anticipation as I wet him thoroughly, my saliva glistening in the dim light. The wetness eases the way as I press a finger inside, feeling the tight heat of his body enveloping me. Kai’s moans are music to my ears, only egging me on. I quickly add another finger, stretching him gently, preparing him for my aching cock.

“You like that, don’t you?” I taunt, adding another finger, slowly working him open. “So fucking needy, wanting to be filled.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hips pushing back against me, desperate for more. “Please, baby, I need you.”

That’s the breaking point for me. Satisfied with how ready he is, I line my cock up, teasing his entrance, swirling it around his hole just to make him squirm. The tension in his body is palpable, his muscles tightening with anticipation as I finally push inside, inch by inch. The tight heat of him nearly sends me over the edge right then, but I hold back, savoring the feeling of him stretching around me, taking me in completely.

Kai whimpers as I fill him, the sound a mix of pleasure and the sweet pain of being stretched to his limit.

“Relax,” I murmur, my hands running up his spine, feeling the tension ripple through his body. I thrust in deeper, my hips pressing flush against him, and he groans as his body finally gives in, adjusting to my size.

But I don’t let him settle. I pull out, drawing a frustrated moan from his lips.

“Not yet,” I whisper, kissing the back of his neck. I thrust back inside, hard and deep, then pull out again before he can find his rhythm. Over and over, I edge him, bringing him close, only to deny him. His moans grow desperate, his body trembling with need.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Kai pants, his voice cracking as my grip on his hips tightens, my nails digging into his skin.

“You’re mine,” I growl, punctuating each word with a thrust, the intensity of my claim undeniable. “Remember that.”

Kai doesn’t respond with words. His only answer is a series of incoherent, desperate moans, his body shaking beneath me, completely lost in the pleasure I’m giving him. I reach around, my hand wrapping around his cock, pumping him in time with my thrusts. His cries grow louder, more desperate, the sound driving me closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” I command.

Kai’s body tenses, his back arching as he obeys, his release spilling over my hand, hot and slick. The sight of him coming, the feel of his body tightening around me, is too much. With one final thrust, I follow him over the edge, my climax washing over me in powerful, shuddering waves. I empty myself inside him, marking him in a way no one else can.

Especially not Sable.

For a long moment, we stay like that—our bodies entwined, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Slowly, I pull out and collapse beside him on the bed, my chest rising and falling in sync with his.

Kai turns his head to look at me, his eyes softening. “She’s not Victoria,” he murmurs. “She won’t hurt you.”

I nod. “I know.”

Because Sable’s love will be the end of us as we know it.