Page 26 of Twisted Trust (Mafia Lords of Sin #10)

MAEVE

“ M aeve…” Levi’s low tone carries an alluring hint of warning.

He stands in the doorway to my room looking utterly drop-dead gorgeous, and he has the cheek to try and warn me as if I’m the problem.

Ridiculous.

Levi’s shirt is halfway unbuttoned down to the top of his abs which peek out, highlighted by the shadows caressing his skin.

His undone tie drapes over his shoulder underneath his upright collar, and his perfectly gorgeous, thick hair has lost all its neatness from how often I dragged my hands through it in the elevator.

“Levi,” I say with the same warning inflection he put on my own name but with a little more pouting.

“You’ve had too much to drink. You need to shower and get some rest.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, and actually…” I cross my arms over my chest and stick out my lower lip. “You drank more than me!”

“Were you keeping track?”

“Obviously.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“Only by your mother’s ability to ply me with sweet-tasting cocktails that taste as good as a morning smoothie.”

“She’s talented.”

“Mmhmm.”

“But when you call me through here for an emergency, it sets expectations.” Levi slowly leans to the side until he’s resting against the door frame. He mimics me and crosses his arms, which accentuates the deepness between his pecs, and my core clenches tightly.

“I do have an emergency,” I insist, and my balance tips slightly as I stomp toward him. “You rushed in here ready to kill someone, did you?”

Levi arches one brow. “You called, I came.”

“Well then, help me.” My pout deepens as I approach him lazily until I’m standing a foot away staring up into his honey-cold eyes. “Or are you all talk?”

Levi’s head tilts slightly and his eyes grow lidded as he watches me. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Am I?” Feigning innocence, I step closer and rest my hand on his crossed forearms. The warmth radiating from him is almost overwhelming with how deep the urge inside me grows to be wrapped up in those arms.

During the party, he was my anchor and my distraction.

Everyone who came to talk to us, everyone who had a million questions, even when his mother was all but telling me how the wedding next month was going to be, half my attention was on Levi.

His smile that only lit up and felt real when our eyes would be, his gentle but firm tone when he spoke to me, the way he’d constantly touch my elbow or my hand to reassure me he was there.

Maybe it is the alcohol but as the night went on, everything about him that drew me in amplified until the only thing on my mind was how good his cock was going to feel inside me. And now he’s playing hard to get.

Should I be happy he’s being a gentleman? Or does he think he can make me break?

Leaning up onto my tip toes, I bring my face close to his until there’s barely a hair’s breadth between our lips. “The zipper on my dress is stuck,” I say softly. “Does that count as an emergency?”

He leans forward a fraction just as I lean back, and despite how much I ache to give in to that kiss, it doesn’t happen. Levi’s golden eyes turn dark and his lips press into a firm line. Then his jaw clicks and he finally pushes off the door frame.

“Turn around.” His voice is deep and smooth like warm honey, and my stomach somersaults in delight as he steps deeper into my room.

Every step he takes is mirrored by me until we’re closer to the bed. Only then do I turn around and tilt my head to the left while gathering all my hair to one side and giving free, unrestricted access to the zipper on the back of my dress.

“This zipper?” He touches my back just above the edge of my dress and strokes his knuckle between my bare shoulder blades. His touch is like a jolt of electricity moving through me and a shudder rolls through my shoulders, followed by a sprinkling of tingling shivers down my arms.

“Mmhmm.”

His touch glides slowly down to the zipper and he stands so close that I can feel the warmth radiating from his entire body. It sends another shudder through me and warmth curls tightly in my gut, twisting and turning as the anticipation of more throbs right through my core.

But he doesn’t give me more. Instead, he focuses on the zipper and pulls it down in one slow, smooth motion. The fabric gradually loosens around my body, and each breath comes easier without the restriction of the bodice.

As it loosens, I wriggle my shoulders slowly from side to side to adjust myself within the dress. It slips an inch just before Levi gets the zipper to the bottom near the rise of my ass, and I bite back a smile.

I want to see his face. I want him to suffer as much as I did on the drive home having to keep my hands to myself while Scott dozed in my arms. Thank God Chip went to take him to bed.

The sounds of Levi’s breathing hitch as he unzips the last inch while I tighten my stomach and wriggle my shoulders once more. My dress slips again. Another inch. Then I slowly turn around to face Levi as the fabric slips past my hips and pools on the floor around my ankles like liquid silk.

Our eyes meet.

Levi’s are completely dark and he holds my gaze with such intensity that warmth bursts all across my naked skin.

I stand before him wearing only my panties and the silk stockings I had on under my dress.

Levi’s gaze is unwavering, and I’m almost insulted by how well he’s resisting glancing at my tits.

That dress didn’t allow for a bra, so the least he could do is sneak a peek. But he doesn’t. He’s staring at me with such heat that I feel like I’m drowning in him. As if I’ll blink and suddenly be adrift in the dark, hungry desire in his eyes.

But he still doesn’t act.

He’s really leaning into this gentleman act, huh?

“Thanks,” I say, fighting the weight my tongue gains under the alcohol I drank this evening.

“Is there anything else?” He’s unblinking. Unwavering. I saw him drink almost the same as me, but he seems to be holding it better than I can. Or he’s in as much turmoil as I am and just better at hiding it.

“I had a lot to drink,” I murmur. “Help me to the shower?”

Levi rolls his eyes. “You can walk.”

“Can I?” Immediately, I sag forward against him and my fingertips brush his burning skin where his shirt meets his abs.

Levi immediately circles an arm around my waist and grunts. “You’re not serious.”

I can’t keep it up for much longer and a smile breaks across my face. “Help me.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck up.”

“Really?” His brow twitches. “That’s what you think I am?” With his arm around my waist, he starts to guide me toward the shower, and something in me makes me resist. I’m making it as difficult for him as I can by dragging my heels and leaning away from all his attempts to move me.

“I’m standing before you naked and you’re not looking!”

“I’m being respectful.”

“Since when?”

“Since we both had a lot to drink.”

“Does that stop your dick from working?”

Levi halts us in the doorway to the ensuite and for a moment he looks genuinely amused. “Why, Maeve, is there something you want from me?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” In the bathroom where the air is cooler, my nipples tighten as much as the burning pool of desire in my core.

“Yes.” Levi reaches for the light and turns it on to a low setting. “Now get in the shower.”

“Make me.”

His eyes narrow. “Maeve. I know you. You hate sleeping in makeup and going to bed with perfume still on you. I know you want to shower.”

Levi’s refusal to give in would make my non-drunk mind anxiously run with the fear that I’d read this situation wrong and he didn’t want me, but with booze comes boldness and I know he’s fighting every single fiber of his being.

And I want him to break. I want him to snap and ravish me like I’m his sole addiction.

“Make. Me.”

Levi rises to the challenge but when he reaches for me, I duck under his arm and slip past him, causing him to hit the tiles instead.

He turns and sweeps his arm to catch me, but I duck again, breaking into giggles as I slide around his body and make a break for the door.

His hand closes gently but firmly around my wrist and he tries to pull me backward, so I surprise him by following the motion and rushing toward him, then darting around his side.

“Maeve!”

“You’re doing a terrible job!” I giggle, dodging his next swipe and sliding across the tiles on the floor toward the door.

Levi lunges after me and he finally catches me with an arm around my waist. I squeal in delight as it closes around me and lifts me up while he draws me against his body, and the next thing I know, he’s shoved me up against the sink.

His arm remains firm around my waist while I clutch at the porcelain, breathless and panting.

His hot, burning body presses against my bare back, scorching me, but I soak it up as his head dips down and his lips find the shell of my ear.

“Caught you.”

“Think it’s that easy?” I gasp, wriggling in his grip. “I won’t give up because?—”

My playful threats die in my throat as Levi’s second hand sweeps across my bare throat and cups my jaw from behind.

He forces my head up and I glimpse myself in the mirror—face flushed, eyes twinkling, and bare chest heaving—until I’m forced to look up into his dark eyes that bleed black from desire.

“I don’t need you to give up,” he says huskily as he leans deeper into me, pressing me firmer against the counter holding the sink. “But I caught you fair and square, Darling . What next?”

I wanted so badly to win this. I wanted to drive him crazy until he broke and threw me down and fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk.

But I’m the weak one here. He’s pressed so firmly against my back that I swear I can feel his heart pounding and when I shift my hips, the tent of his swollen dick grinds against my ass. I want him so badly that my pussy aches and I can’t hold out any longer.

“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Please, fuck me. I can’t take it anymore. Please .”

“Good girl.”