My arms wrapped around his waist and I gripped him tight, digging my feet in as he dragged me. “I’d like to leave now, sweetie.” Something in the quiet way I spoke must have warned Lev against this fight, because, his chest heaving, teeth gnashing in fury, he slowed to a stop, turning to wrap his arm protectively around me.
Lev turned to my brother and whispered in deathly calm, “You’re going to regret your words.” He panted. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
Alessio hooted loudly. “Oooh. I’m so scared.”
There was no way to sugarcoat it. My brother was a jerk. A cruel, nasty jerk. I didn’t want to know him. I wanted to pretend this night never happened.
Turning to Laredo, I kept my eyes on the ground as I stated, “This was a bad idea. I’m sorry for the trouble.”
He sounded miserable. “Mina, please don’t go.”
“Enjoy your dinner,” I replied as Lev walked me to the double doors. Before we made our exit, Lev paused mid-step and turned to face Alessio one last time. What he said made me cry all over again.
“Mina might have had a decent childhood, but she’s been dealt her share of hardship. She’s been without a home for seven years. She spent that time on the streets, sleeping in alleyways, eating trash to stay alive. Where were you sleeping two months ago, Alessio?” He spoke quietly, “I found Mina sleeping next to a puddle of piss, so emaciated that she was on the brink of death having not eaten in days.”
“Mina,” Laredo muttered, shaking his head with sadness. “Sweetheart.”
Lev eyed my brother, who lifted his chin in defiance. “Don’t assume to know her. You don’t know anything about her, you sack of shit.”
I cried into Lev’s sleeve, tired of people seeing my tears. Lev rubbed my arm as we let ourselves out. As he opened the front door to let us out, I heard Nicolas Van Eden speak, his accent thick and harsh.
“That girl is your sister. She was sweet. And you…you are a fucking asshole, boykie.”
To which Alessio responded a hushed, “Shut the fuck up, Eden.”
Chapter ThirtySix
Mina
I initiated sex with Lev as a distraction. It was a shitty thing to do, but I felt I needed it. I needed him. At first, he fought me, trying to tame my lustful kisses to the sweet ones I viewed as dangerous. I climbed him, nipping the taut skin at his neck, sucked at his tongue, and ground myself into his hardening length until my panties were soaked through. I’d said it before, there was just no faking my reaction to Lev. I pulled my panties to the side and slid down on him, impaling myself on his thick cock as far as I could. He’d lost this round, and with it, his control. With his back to the headboard, he sat up taller, thrusting up into me, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly, and the sex was no longer a distraction, rather a place of refuge for me.
Lev’s hands on my body calmed me like a prayer. He had proved time and time again that he was everything I needed.
God…I loved him so.
My body begged for release. I wanted so much to not feel numb. I wanted to feel him release inside me. Nothing satisfied me like that feeling.
His hand came around me, gripped my wrist, and then brought it down between our joined bodies. “Rub your clit, baby. Nice and slow.” Then his head dipped down to take my nipple into his warm mouth. I did as he ordered and he suckled me. Within a minute, my body went rigid, my head flinging back as my * clamped around him, and I whimper through my orgasm. It took less than ten seconds for Lev to follow. He released my nipple with a pop and let out a long groan as his arms tightened around me, holding me in place. His cock pulsed inside me, and I felt that wonderful wet warmth drip down, out of my core.
I felt better, and I blinked sleepily at him, cupping his cheeks and taking his mouth in a tender kiss. “God, I needed that.”
“I know you did,” he said quietly as he stroked my back. “How are you feeling?” he asked, keeping us joined at our most intimate places.
I leaned my forehead onto his shoulder, accepting his embrace. “I didn’t have a brother before. I’ll be fine without one now.”