Protected: THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 81 – 90
THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 81 – 90
“Put me down, Levi! Can’t you hear me? I hate your ways ok? Levi!”
Emory’s tantrums were still coming as Levi took her to the school park.
He didn’t stop till he got to the old garage and entered.
It’s so fuçking dark in there, no single bulb.
He put her down, and she gasped as he pulled down the garage gate, shutting it on them.
“What are you doing? It’s dark in here I can’t see anything! I’m not like you!” She shouted.
No sound came from him, and that scared her.
Did he lock her in here???
She checked her pocket for her phone but it’s not there
Fûck!
Must be with Rebekah
“Levi?” She called carefully, stretching her arms forward to trace the way in the dark.
“Levi? Tell me you didn’t leave me in this damn place, Levi!” She called out again.
Still no reply.
She got more scared this time, and her voice began shaking, the stench of dried paint and dust penetrating into her nose from the cracked walls.
It’s not only dark in here, but the darkness is choky, and it’s affecting her throat.
“Lev… Levi” she stuttered.
That same moment, a lizard crossed over her leg, and her eyes widened horrifically in the dark as she leapt forward with a scream.
“Levi!!”
She staggered on something hard and solid, and the smell of mint and cinnamon made her hold tight.
The muscles and biceps she held gave her the confirmation she needs, it’s him.
She fell on Levi’s chest.
“You were here but kept quiet? Did you enjoy seeing me scared?” She said, making sure her hands are holding him well so he won’t slip off.
“Yeah, you were being stubborn, doesn’t work well with me” his velvety voice came, and she hit his chest in the dark.
She’s not even seeing his face, but she’s sure he’s seeing hers since he’s used to darkness anyways.
“How could you tell me to pull off the jersey in front of everyone? What if I wasn’t wearing that blouse underneath?” She said, her nose taking in much of him.
“I saw the blouse beneath the jersey before I told you to take it off. I’m not fuçking daft like a particular someone” he replied tactfully, his voice burning the skin on her neck.
“Are you calling me daft? If you didn’t send hitmen to beat him after the kiss, I wouldn’t feel guilty to the point of wearing his jersey to cheer him” she said, and he grabbed her with suddenness, making her gasp.
Her back met with the garage wall, and she gulped.
“You still don’t trust me?” He whispered.
“Give me a reason to trust you, tell me why you’re protecting me at least” she replied, and he immediately pulled down the neckline of her blouse, burying his face in her neck to kiss her collarbones.
“Levi…” She grabbed his arms like she did in the morning.
He darted his tongue out to lick her skin, and she held her breath when he dived his hand into her hair, pushing up her face with that.
He licked her neck down, then he planted wet saturated kisses down her shoulders.
Emory closed her eyes, feeling a slight click in the pit of her stomach.
Drip
Drip
Something dripped in her core, and the sound of his tongue licks got wild when she let out a raspy moan.
The minty smell of his hair wash soaked her up.
“Levi… Levi… Lev…
He stopped his tongue ministrations this time, and his face came up.
“I want out… please” she said softly.
THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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