Page 66 of Havoc

I need to know how hard he’ll hold me.

How hard he’ll fight to keep me.

Levi sets my feet on the ground, holding me firmly from behind. His fingers lace into my hair as he tilts my head back.

“I told you I’d catch you.”

“And I told you to stop treating me like I’m fragile.”

He grins. All malice and teeth. One look and I’m aching for him to fuck me into oblivion.

Levi must read that thought on my face because he pulls my ass tight to his body so I can feel how hard he is for me.

Without letting my hair go, he spins me in his grip so I’m facing him. He grabs my chin and peels my mouth open, hovering his face over mine.

The gentleman I fell for as a teenager is gone. The man in front of me now is exactly who he promised he’d be.

Havoc.

“You want it rough, Aimee?” Levi towers over me, notching my mouth open with his thumb and spitting on my tongue. “Get on your knees and use that to suck my cock.”

Levi shoves me to my knees and unbuckles his pants, freeing his hard length. And while usually I love defying him, under the stars, I want to submit to this man and let him claim me.

With my mouth still open, he thrusts himself in. So deep and so quick he strikes the back of my throat, and I gag around him. But just like I asked, he isn’t gentle. He doesn’t treat me like glass; he handles me like he’s desperate.

He thrusts and grunts, holding my face as he fucks it.

His fingers dig into my jaw as he pumps roughly. Spit slides down my chin with every gag, but he offers no mercy as he forces me to take him down my throat.

My teary eyes meet his, and even if he fucks me like he hates me, I see the truth in the depths of his expression. What we’re both holding onto but too scared to admit. Maybe if we’re angry—maybe if we disconnect—we don’t have to feel it.

Except Levi makes me feel everything.

He’s the beginning of who I am. The hope I secretly clung to. The only person who truly understands. Maybe that’s even truer now when we both have scars and rage and damage.

Blood on our hands.

I swallow, and he’s so deep I can’t breathe or think. Tears spill down my cheeks, but I savor the taste of him.

Until he tugs my hair, pulling me off and throwing me back down in the dirt.

My pants are stripped off and tossed into the night. Rocks and sticks dig into my back. They must cut Levi’s knees as he drops down and strokes his cock over me. But pain doesn’t exist. Just his body pinning mine. He nudges himself at my core and then brutally shoves himself in.

His teeth find my neck at the same time, and a scream rips from my throat as he sinks his teeth in. Blood trickles down my neck, and he licks it up. Sucks me clean. Lips sealed to my throat.

I’ve never been so turned on as he drinks down every part of me.

My nails dig into his cut as I pull him closer. I grip the leather that represents everything I hate, but I don’t care. I want to keep him just as he is in this moment.

Levi’s mouth finds mine, and the kiss is bloody.

It’s desperate.

He claims me with his tongue as hard as he claims me with his cock when he thrusts.

I’ve never needed anything—anyone—besides this man. So I hold him now, stroking his tongue with mine. Widening my knees and aching as my body accepts him deeper. Caving in on myself as quickly as night swallows the sun when it reaches the horizon. It’s a slow descent, and then the darkness comes all at once.

Levi rests an elbow in the dirt, holding the side of my jaw and using it as leverage to look down at me. And with his gaze on mine, I lose myself.