I think I’ll let the door close.
I believe I’ll remain frozen in the agony of my silent heartbreak while he drives out of my life, but in Levi’s world, I should’ve never expected anything less than a violent end. Perhaps that is what compels my feet forward, or makes me rip open the front door. I’m unsure as to what exactly possesses me to hastily stride after him, fists clenched down at my sides.
I will myself to stop. Nothing but a squeak of conscious logic that doesn’t breach the surface of my hurt and abandonment. The back of him is all tense muscle and still, I make a beeline for it, fury in my gaze.
I don’t get to him until he’s practically at his car. He turns around, having spotted me in the reflection of the windows. Confusion darkens his expression.
“Sasha, what are you doing?” He questions, but I reply by outstretching my arms and shoving him. He doesn’t budge much. He sways less than an inch, maybe a kind gesture he allows me to have so my attempt at knocking him over doesn’t seem overly pathetic.
I want to scream first, but that doesn’t seem to be the plan of my mental breakdown - then again, I’m just along for a ride I can’t get off. Something else is in the driver's seat and Sasha is strapped beside it watching it all unfold.
I shove him again. And again. Over and over until the shoves become my hands slapping against his chest. One, two, three, four times. So much so that my palms ache, my fingers throb, and yet he doesn’t move to stop me. He lets me get my frustration out on him. He lets me beat my sorrow into his chest until my arms grow tired, and helpless, livid screams replace them.
“How could you!” I scream. “How could you just fucking leave me?”
Tears sting my eyes until my vision is blurred and all he is is the monstrous shape of my undoing. I scream until I’m sure I’ve officially damaged my vocal cords for good.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” I chant, angrily with my hands still on his chest. Just as the flame of my anger dies, I hiss at him.
“You never wanted me. You only wanted her and yet I was the one dumb enough to fall in love with you.”
My admission hangs in the air, cooler than the breeze, darker than the man before me. I can’t take it back. I’m not sure I want to. What else do I have to lose? How can it tarnish the relationship between me and the man who’s dumped me off with another? It can’t. So I don’t hold back.
“It has always been about Leigh. I was dumb enough to think that I was the one you started to long for,” I hiss and shake my head while finally stepping back from him. I suck in a deep breath, hoping it’ll be enough to steady my shaking legs but it’s not air that I need. It’s something else. Something sinister and it only lies within the man who’s my ruin.
“Sasha,” Levi warns, but I’m not listening to him. Not anymore. He doesn’t own me.
“Just fucking admit it! Admit that you don’t care about me! Admit that it was ALWAYS about Leigh! That she’s the one you can’t stop thinking about. The one you dream about when you’re asleep and I try to rouse you from your nightmares, the one you feel you owe so you’re making sure her pathetic sister doesn’t die right along with her!”
He snaps. I’m whipped around and shoved against the car, his entire body pressing mine into the metal and glass. I can’t breathe. I’m not sure I want to. Not when he’s this close and threatens to intoxicate me with that scent I’ve become addicted to.
I struggle against him to no avail, and he chuckles mirthlessly at my attempt to free myself.
“Stop fucking laughing at me!” I snarl and that spurs him on to laugh even harder.
“I always fucking knew you had this fight in you,” He rasps in response, the deep cadence of his voice making me clench my thighs together.
“I am nothing to you,” I say and he shakes his head, fist slamming against the car beside me.
“Is that what you really think?” He growls, and I nod. His gaze bores into me. I ignore the urge to be submissive and look away. I’m too pissed to cave into my old ways, but what I don’t expect is for him to throw me over his shoulder.
“Fine,” He says huskily as he steps back and scoops me up. I yelp as I’m tossed over until I’m face to face with his back and ass.
“Levi, what the hell?”
“You think you mean nothing to me? Like you’re just a possession I can fucking throw away because it’s easier to dump you here?” He shakes his head as he stomps over to the passenger door and rips it open with one hand before he tosses me onto the seat.
“Levi!” I exclaim as he slams the door in my face and stalks over to the driver's side and climbs in. “Levi? What the hell--”
“If you meant nothing to me Sasha I would’ve never brought you here! Don’t you fucking understand?” He yells as he starts the car again. I place my hands on my lap, my heart still pounding fast in my chest as he pulls away from the house and begins driving through the woods once more.
“Levi, where are we going?”
He doesn’t answer me. It’s infuriating. I attempt to be more persistent as the minutes roll by.
“Levi? Stop! Where are you taking me?”
More silence.
I reach for his shoulder and he jerks the car off, slamming it to a stop before he parks it and whips his head sideways to glare at me.
“Don’t you fucking get it? It’s not about Leigh. Not anymore!” He booms within the car. I flinch. “You are the reason I want to go put a bullet in the heads of everyone who works for Jesse! Why I can’t stop plotting my fucking revenge against Judas and why every time I relive snapping John’s neck it physically makes me fucking hard knowing I’ve taken his life so he can never hurt you again. But that’s the thing, Sasha, if I’m going to keep you alive, I cannot be in your life.”
I lick my lips, my mouth becoming dry all of a sudden. His nostrils flare, teeth clenching as he searches my face. I scan his face, every sculpted, brooding inch of it, and lunge.
I throw my arms around his neck, yanking him into me, hoping somehow we can meld in this kiss so when I’m forced out of the car, I’ll carry a piece of him with me because inevitably it is what will be.
His phone rings amid the passionate moment. He mutters something against my lips.
“That’s Silas.”
“Voicemail,” I murmur as I climb into his seat and reach for the lever. Upon contact, I yank on the lever and the seat falls backward with both of us on it, colliding our lips hard against each other; Enough to bruise them.
“You have to go back,” He groans as I swipe my tongue along his bottom lip. He groans in response and our tongues collide until we taste one another.
“Stay,” I moan as the jacket is shoved down my arms and I’m fully naked again atop him. He frees his cock as I repeat that word, a mantra of pleas I hope he’ll consider. “Stay with me.”
We simultaneously groan when he presses the head against my entrance and I don’t give warning as I slam myself down on his cock.
“Levi!” I cry.
“Enough,” He hisses and grabs my hips before he begins to slam me repeatedly up and down on his swelling length. “Fuckkk, Sasha.”
His groans have me flooding with juices, my name the perfect melody on his tongue. My name. Not hers. Because right now this is my story. Leigh is long gone. All he feels and calls out to is me.
“Stay with me,” I moan.
“Sasha!”
“Don’t leave me, Levi. I need you. Fuck,” I moan desperately as I press my face in the crook of his neck. I’m close. So fucking close to sweet surrender and all it takes is one word that makes me come harder than I have ever because it solidifies his claims.
“Okay,” He breathes and slams me down on him one last time before our pleasure erupts and he’s emptying his come deep inside of my inner walls where I clench and milk his thick length in the hopes to steal my closure.
He doesn’t push me off him. I remain seated on his lap as he pulls his phone out and glares at the screen. He presses it to his ear and his face falls.
“What?” I question cautiously.
“We have to go back. One of Jesse’s men is on the way.” I gasp and climb off him, but before I get off fully he jerks me into him to press a kiss on his lips. I’m startled by the act. It’s more intimate than I thought he was capable of being.
I climb back into my seat and he shoves his phone back in his pocket before he fixes his pants and he jerks back onto the road in pursuit of Silas’ home. I hear him grumbling under his breath but I don’t miss the excitement in his voice.
“Showtime.”