Kayla smirked against his lips when Levi let out a deep groan, clearly enjoying her touch. She liked that she could make him feel the way he made her feel and that he'd clearly missed her just as much as she'd missed him. She continued to touch him and trailed her lips along his skin, loving that she could be with him again. She wasn't even thinking of all the reasons why they shouldn't be fucking. All that mattered was that it felt so damn good.
After kissing and touching him for a while, Levi grabbed her hair in his fist and she smirked wickedly as he jerked her head back roughly. He held her tightly, so she couldn't move and she had to hold his eyes. The smirk on his lips made her shiver, knowing he was going to take control again and she loved that about him. He had to be the one in control. It drove her crazy. “I’m going to make you forget him.” He breathed darkly and she smirked and raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly who he was talking about. He wasn't an idiot, he knew she'd been with Dean and now the dangerous Levi that liked to push her around was back. The thought excited her.
He didn't give her time to react. Levi flipped her swiftly back onto her back and she smirked up at him as he pulled off her skirt and panties before sliding out of his own jeans and leaning over her. He brought his lips down on hers so hard, she shivered as she kissed him back. His lips on hers were possessive all over again, like no time at all had passed and she was his again. He started to kiss her skin then, slowing the pace down, driving her insane. Her breathing was quick and desperate as he kissed his way down her body, setting every inch of her skin on fire, making her want him so bad, it hurt to wait much longer.
Just when she was getting ready to rush him or beg, he pulled away and held her eyes for a split second before flipping her onto her stomach, making her smirk. He pressed his body down against hers, his chest against her back and she let out a deep moan, loving the way his body felt over hers. Micky was dying for him to fuck her, but he didn't just yet. He pressed his lips against her ear and she bit her lip hard, knowing he had something to say.
“Only this time, I won’t make you tell me you're mine.” He breathed darkly in her ear, making her shiver. “I’ll just make sure you're thinking about me every time you're fucking him.” His breathed so confidently, she couldn't help but moan. She knew that meant he was going to fuck her extremely hard and it made her that much more desperate for him to get on with it. He kissed her shoulder blades, making her squirm impatiently under him before finally he started fucking her hard.
“What’s wrong love, cat got your tongue?” Ophelia practically purred, when he didn't respond. Her voice was smooth like velvet, but also dangerously dark. It honestly scared him because he knew, when Ophelia was dark like that, she had the potential to do anything. He wasn't afraid for his own life. Honestly, if she killed him, he would deserve it anyway. He was worried about Alice though. He didn't put it past her to kill Alice and, even if he didn't love Alice, he knew she didn't deserve to die.
He watched as she hopped off the counter, not missing the fact that she was in Alice's clothes. She pressed the gun against the side of her face and his jaw clenched, wishing she'd just put the gun down. “I told you Declan, I always win my games.” She said, making his jaw clench tighter. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't. Not yet. He just watched her as she dug through his drawers and found herself a pack of cigarettes, lighting one on the stove before leaning on the counter.
“It’s really me Declan. Don’t worry she’s not dead.” O said simply and he sighed, able to tell by her tone that he could believe her. “I told you, I can make your life a living hell. Do you know how easy it was for me to get out of that hospital. How easy it would have been for me to kill her.” She shrugged, clearly trying to prove a point. “I don’t think acting like an adult has much to do with it…do you? Check mate.” She finally breathed, and he rolled his eyes, pissed.
She made her way towards the door, but he wasn't letting he's get away so fast. He wanted to knock her down a peg or two. He grabbed her arm roughly, so tight he knew if would leave a nasty bruise. Declan whirled her to face him and yanked her close, ripping the gun from her hand before she could do anything. "You think you're hot shit, don't you Ophelia." He smirked darkly, holding her eyes. "You're not fooling anyone babe, you're just a broken little girl." He hissed, yanking her even closer.
"I can make your life hell too you know." He spat, glaring at her. "I can put you on solitary and keep you so doped up you won't even be able to hold a fork without help." He hissed, raising an eyebrow. "If you ever cons back here again, I'll make sure they lock you up so tight, you'll never leave your fucking room." He spat, shoving her towards the door, not wanting to be around her bitterness anymore. "Now get the fuck out of my house." He spat like he wanted nothing to do with her, raising an eyebrow.