Chapter 32

***Levi***.

"You." My voice came out hoarse. I pressed my forehead against hers. "You have been a very naughty girl. And you deserve to be punished for it," I said.

"What do you want to do to me?" She asked, alarmed. Her voice, shaky. A seductive smile crossed my lips. She quivered beneath my touch. My gaze darkened.

"This is for leaving the house without informing me." I kissed her on every word. She moaned and whimpered.

"And this is for protesting against our union. Especially in front of Blake. Not to talk of wanting him to address you so informally." I kissed her again.

This time I carried her from the ground, her legs wound round my waist. The kiss, intense. Hungry. I craved her. She was my existence. Her moan made me inwardly smile. Her response, my torment.

Reaching the bed, I placed her on the red silk covered bed. I lay her flat as we both kissed eachother greedily. Our hands, eager. Our touches clumsy, as we tried to satisfy our urges.The intensity of desire, scorching as we kissed. I could smell her arousal, hot and warm for me.

Then I licked her jaw line, nipping and biting her, while my tongue trailed lower.

I turned to her puckered nipples and sucked each one as I pulled her dress lower. She cried softly, writhing and squirming. I bunched her dress around her waist, not breaking the kiss. I lowered my head to her waist, kissing her as I climbed higher. Drinking her arousal scent in. Savory, heady. I kissed her black lace panties, taking time to look at it.

"Is this one of the set I got for you?" I whispered.

She nodded her head. I soared with excitement at that confession. I had hand picked the lingeries for her at an 'A' list's store, on the eve of our wedding.

Satisfied, I lowered my head and shifted her panties. Her opening, a sight. I licked her warm, wet center. My tongue stroking and sucking her. Circles and licks.

She writhed and cried. Rocking hips to my strokes.

Her cum flowed like juice into my mouth and I didn't stop until I had her writhing and begging. Her cries of my name, a plea to my singed soul. My cock jumped in my black trousers from her reaction. Inserting one finger inside her pussy and the aftermath was a flow of cum.

***Kenya***.

I rocked my hips. My lips dry, my gasps rapid. My body tormented. Writhing, surging with pleasure, I cried Levi's name. A plea.

Surrendering, I allowed myself heave the first surge of pressure that buckled me. I quickened inside as he pulled back his finger and thrusted in. The finger deftly found my spot, my juicy center.

My body surrendered as he latched to my clit, drinking me in. Pleasure tingling me. My cum, flowing, endlessly.

As I crashed and prepared myself for the invasion of his large cock in my center, just like the previous night, I felt a chill instead. A shift in the atmosphere. Climbing down the clouds of ecstasy, my senses returning, I raised my eyes to see Levi standing there, watching me from hooded eyes.

I timidily caught sight of the bulge in front of his trousers. Then I lifted my gaze back to him.

"Aren'tAren't you gonna"

"Finish what I started?" He finished for me. I nodded, shyly. A mischievous smile crossed his lips.

"This is your punishment for being a naughty girl." He supplied. I stared blankly.

"I I don't understand." I sat up on the bed. Hoping that he was teasing me.

"You desire your release, don't you?" He fixed a dark gaze on me. His eyes raking my body. "I desire a true union with you. A passion filled marriage. A peaceful co-existence. And whenever you give me half measure, I would give you the same." He revealed. His words stung me as realization hit me. My body went rigid with shame.

Wordlessly, Levi walked out of the room, grabbing a fresh shirt on his way out, without giving me a glance.

The door shut, startling me. I had thought that I would hurt him. That my subsequent actions against him would cause him displeasure. Rather I was the one that received a sting.

**Levi 1: Kenya: 0**

How was I to hurt him if I couldn't even determine where he'd hurt?

Because for me to succeed in hurting Levi, to cause him misery just like he had caused me; I needed to unravel him. To undo him like a puzzle, like a mystery. Bit by bit, until I reached his center. Until I shattered him from within.

Choking back a sob, I screamed into a pillow, frustrated. Frustrated at how much I craved him, despite my detest for him.

Remnants of my desire still coursed through me. I rolled on the bed, fighting back my tears. But they kept rolling in. The pain raw in my heart. I didn't like how I craved him, despite the depravity that was Levi. And yet, I had a deep burn within me for him. Sending my body into a frenzy.

Sobbing, my phone buzzed within my purse beside me on the bed, where I had tossed it earlier, as we kissed. Highlighting the screen, I saw series of calls and chats. As I distractedly scrolled through the missed messages; most from Andrea and my other colleagues asking if the news was true, I saw a fresh message pop from an unknown number. Curious, I opened it.

***Unknown Number***: "*Hi. I saw your beautiful photos at Times Square a couple of days ago. You are beautiful, did you know that? Good night."*

I futilely searched the caller's I.D. It came out unregistered. Staring at the message, I couldn't help but be drawn to that harmless confession. It filled me with something different. Like a moth to a flame, I typed out words.

**Me**: "*Thank you very much."*