You look just like her...
Like who?
His beloved? His biggest mistake?
I don't find that observation as amusing as Judas seemed to find it. It's too easy to fall into toxic patterns - so if I resemble Levi's treasure, he may just be true to his word, and destroy me.
I didn't come here to be destroyed.
I climb off the table, aware of just how soaked my panties are now after Levi's dined on me- as he would put it. I'm indifferent to his sexual advances now... it even pains me to admit I don't find them horrible... in the slightest.
It'll be what ruins me in the end. The inability to separate my emotions from my purpose. Sex. No strings attached. No affection. No deeper meaning than the feral act itself. Just sex.
It's easier if I recite that in my mind.
I glance at my plate on the table, Levi's firm instructions a reminder in my head, but I don't have an appetite anymore. In its place is a morbid curiosity that is bound to get me killed.
Yet, I don't heed the dread inside of me. I carefully move through the house, feet taking soft, sneaky steps in the direction of his study where I know he'll conduct his business.
I spot the door, stopping to listen intently, only to realize the only way I'll eavesdrop correctly is if I'm directly next to the damn thing.
It's a death wish.
Spying on Levi and his business affairs, especially when he involves himself with sleazy men, but at this point, I don't see having much to lose.
I'll just be really careful.
When I get next to the door, and press my back against the wall, I try to calm my racing heart and deep breaths.
I won't get caught. How awful can this be. For all he knows I'm just strolling by. Yeah. That could be plausible.
After a few beats of silence, I hear them.
"Levi, it's tacky investing in a knock off," I hear Judas say, amusedly from behind the door.
A knock off?
Levi responds, and he doesn't sound the least bit humored by what his business associate has just quipped.
"Is that why you're here? To chastise my choices in women?"
Oh my god! He's talking about me!
He called me a ... cheap knockoff?
I blink a few times, letting out a frustrated breath before I try to pretend I'm unbothered by his words, but my anger boils in the pit of my gut. Judas isn't so easy on the eyes himself.
I cross my arms over my chest, shooting daggers at Judas through the wall, as if they'll somehow deliver justice for his insult.
"I'm here to discuss your abuse of resources," Judas replies more sternly. His tone is clipped. He's definitely not a subordinate of Levi.
"And what have I done to warrant a verbal warning?" Levi questions, and just by the gritty tone, I know he's sizzling with anger.
"You don't call a meeting to parade your new lay around," Judas snaps, and the sound of fists slamming on the desk makes you jump.
"As I recall, I pay the majority of their salary. So I will do with them as I please," Levi spits with venom in his words. Judas chuckles, and I can imagine Levi's cold gaze.
I doubt many men have laughed in his face and walked away with full mobility afterwards.
"Careful, Levi, you don't want to wage a war you aren't prepared to handle." The sound of footsteps startles me and I go to sprint away, only stopping when I hear Judas's voice once again. "And I pity that girl. She doesn't know the truth about the man you are. If she did.... maybe it'd be a good thing. She'd get out from your tyrannical reign before you destroy her like the other."
"Get the fuck out. You've over stayed your welcome."
"I'm leaving. No need to see me out," Judas says, a cheery tone that's clearly a tactic to get Levi to lose control. I twist around to make a fast get away, before I trip and fall flat against the floor.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Shit!
What kind of luck is this?
I press my hands flat against the floor, but as soon as I hear Judas's deep voice, I freeze.
"Curious one aren't you?"
I don't move, can't even think of words to defend myself. I open my mouth and an awkward sounds comes out that's not exactly a formed word. I feel my cheeks heat and I'm thankful my face is pressing against the ground so he can't see the humiliation on it.
"You need to be careful. Hear the wrong thing and there's no saving you," he adds before he moves by me, and continues down the hall like he hasn't just uttered a threat.
When I finally move to get up, a foot is pressed down onto the middle of my back, preventing me. I know it's him. His shoe is heavy, just as his footsteps are. Mighty and fucking terrifying, especially pressed onto my back, subduing me to the floor.
"Levi," His name is a breathy plea on my lips. "I-"
Lie, damnit!
“I was just walking by and I tripped.”
Lie better.
Even you don't believe the bullshit that's out of your mouth.
"Is that so?"
He presses his foot harder.
"I don't like being lied to," He hisses, before he loosens his pressure and instead, teasingly trails his shoe down my back, to my ass, where he pushes up the fabric of my dress and exhales deeply.
An idea forms, that makes my stomach flip.
"Fine..." I trail off, hoping he'll take the bait. "You want the truth?"
"There are other ways I can get it out of you, other ways i'd prefer if you're unwilling to reveal it," he replies, and he sounds sadistically fascinated with whatever these 'other ideas' are.
"I'll tell you, although, I uh.... I don't know how to say it."
"Just fucking say it," he snaps, impatiently.
I pray my voice doesn't shake in a way that will give my lie away, but my throat feels dry as I utter these next words, causing my voice to crack.
"I needed to see you," I say. He halts the movement of his foot on my ass, and makes a 'hm' sound.
"Why?"
I wiggle my hips for emphasis before replying.
"Well, you left so suddenly, I just wanted -"
"Oh, I know what you want," he replies, and I twist my neck as he kneels beside me, his hand replacing his shoe on my ass where he strokes and gently kneads it like soft dough.
"You do?"
He chuckles deeply, before yanking my panties to the side, teasingly drawing the tips of his fingers up my slit before he pushes his fingers deep inside of me.
"You're fucking soaked."
He groans and pumps them a few times, before he pulls them back out.
"W-what are you doing?" I protest, suddenly very turned on.
"I don't finger fuck the girls who disobey me," he states, before he lands a hard smack on my ass, one that will leave a bruise, I'm sure of it.
“Unless of course, you beg me.”
Beg him?
No thanks.
Then I’d cross the line from sort of emotionally impaired to clinically insane.
“Get up,” he commands, after he stands. I push myself upright and climb up until I’m standing. He looms over me.
“How much did you hear?” He questions. I’m careful of how I react. I shrug.
“Honestly? Not much. I fell on my face when Judas opened the door,” I lie. Levi narrows his eyes, stepping forward to capture my chin with his hand before he observes my expression.
“Would you like to know what it is he said?”
I don’t understand why Levi would openly reveal the crazy conversation between him and Judas. Is it a trap for me to say yes?
When I don’t reply right away, Levi snickers and lazily draws his gaze down my body.
“He said I should warn you.”
“Warn me?” I don’t hide the confusion on my face. That was not my take away from that conversation.
“Yes, warn you about me. About my.... tastes,” he replies through a clenched jaw. He closes his eyes for a moment, as if he’s dreaming of those particular tastes.
I assumed what he’s already shown me was his “tastes.” It frightens me to know that’s not the case. He leans forward, his mouth an inch from mine, his breath still smells of my juices.
“I’ve been going easy on you.... I’m unsure why,” he says, peculiarly, before he eyes my lips like he wants to taste them.
“That stops tomorrow.”
“I-it does?”
He grins, before he presses his lips against mine without replying. I gasp, startled, and he uses that time to slip his tongue into my mouth where I taste the liquor and myself. I’m stunned.
When he pulls away, he grins.
“How does your pussy taste?”
I lick my lips slowly, before letting out a breath.
“Good.”
He smiles, satisfied, but I can’t muster up the kind of enjoyment he’s having. I’m too worried about tomorrow. About my fate at the hands of him.