Chapter 71

***Levi***.

It was 10:21 pm and I sat outside, drinking in the night's air. Wearing nothing but white cotton pants and my bare chest. The sea lapped before my eyes, arrogantly bathing the dwarf walls with its wetness.

I left Kenya asleep inside. The scent of her arousal still clung to me, as I lay on the recliner, taking a smoke. The smell filled me, the nicotine coursed through me. Some coffee lay on the floor, as I chatted with Liam.

***Liam: I'm hosting another stripper's night in honor of your girl tomorrow. You said she never being to strippers before right?***

I smiled at that memory.

***Me: Not from my observation. She was more of an indoor girl. Dancing, family and friends***.

I waited for Liam's reply.

My friend Liam Copeland was the owner of Possess Club and Casino. An elite and exclusive establishment, with branches in most parts of the States. Miami was the headquarters. He was equally the owner of his late grandparents' thriving ranch.

***Liam: She's gorgeous, Levi. How you gonna handle everything, if she's with you?***

***Me: Don't worry.***

I heard shuffling steps and turned to see Kenya in a mini lacy robe, approach. I stubbed my cigarette and put away my phone to pull her in. I replaced her phone earlier. I smiled knowingly at the occurrence in the ladies' room.

Easily, Kenya slipped into my arms, falling in place. We had finished another heated moment of passion, before we fell asleep, minutes ago. Liam's call had woken me up. And after our talk, I couldn't go back to sleep. So I decided to come outside, while we chatted.

Now as she lay in my arms, breathing easily, I couldn't help but smile at how we had spent the entire day. Our hands barely leaving each other, we had had sex on almost every surface in the house. Artfully dismissing the staff for the day. Languidly enjoying each other.

Her eyes lifted to me. "You didn't sleep. And you smoked." She chided, gently.

I smiled, slyly, leaning in to kiss her full on the lips. There was something in her eyes as I stared at her. I couldn't understand it. And neither could I understand how I felt. It was like something shifted in us, something that just altered everything.

"Liam has organized a special strippers' night in your honor tomorrow." I informed her, trying to distract the feeling that coursed through me.

It made my chest tighten. She nodded against my chest. We spoke about Liam today. I didn't want her to be surprised at his personality.

"So Miami was your tuff, like you told me." She intoned.

"Yes. Liam and I. This is his territory. He's a Florida born." I smiled. "But he grew up with his grandparents in their Houston ranch."

"Oh. An orphan."

"No." I paused, gathering my next words. My friends all had dark pasts like I did. Apart from Henry who just recently got a dark past of his own. "He's got issues with his parents."

"Okay." She breathed. I liked this. Having her in my arms, fitted to perfection on top of me. My chest soared with pride. The feeling engulfing.

"I got a call from the foreman today. The school is finished. You can move in anytime you like." I told her.

On her plea, I hadn't fired Mr Fizz and Ryan for their ineptitude days ago, when she fell. Ryan's for not following my orders to stick with her.

"Thank you." I heard her smile. I nodded, caressing her back. Desire stoked me, as I felt her skin beneath the lacy dress. She wore thin nightie underneath.

"I'd be hosting a reopening for the school in August. And I'd love you to invite your friends." She requested, distracting my naughty thoughts.

"Is Mrs Ruthford asking me to a party?" I teased, playfully. She chuckled, heartily. I enjoyed her cheerfulness.

"Alright. Call it whatever you will. But am not having it any other way." She warned, lightly.

"Would you like the media present?" I asked, just so she wouldn't stop talking to me. I felt her nod.

"I'd make arrangements for that." I informed her. We fell into a comfortable silence. She was my peaceful existence and I wanted to give her the world. My mum would have liked her.

"I can't sleep." I heard her say, quietly.

Slyly, I replied. "You know I have a weapon that will help you sleep." A smile played on my lips, desire already rousing me.

"What?" She asked, chuckling. Her body already reacting to my hips that rolled beneath her. Raising her chin, until our eyes met, I said.

"This." I lowered my lips to her and tentatively kissed her. Smooth, slow, my heart swelling. She placed her warm hands on my bare chest, caressing me, tweaking my nipples. I groaned in pleasure. Her smile evoking one from me, as we deepened the kiss.

Pulling her into me, I splayed tentative fingers over her, pulling her legs into my crotch. She pressed her leg in, the little minx.

I found her pussy, which soaked my finger, until she could take no more.

When her sated eyes lifted to mine, I fell into her dark, hazel orbs. Her beauty mesmerizing me, as my hard cock found her sweet, warm entrance.

I filled her, her moans, the only sounds that sought me. Her tightness, my satiation.

This time, the salty breeze against our skins, the air, warm and cool, we sought our bodies. We filled our souls. The passion reached and burned within us.

I set a slow rhythm. Matching the unidentifiable emotions that spiraled uncontrollably inside me. I touched her with my heart, my eyes. Memorizing every part of her.

When we finished, we both lay on the sturdy recliner, naked. Our skins cooling. Her breathing evened, as she slept.

Then like a sinner to a confessor, I said. "Baby, I'm a killer. I took my first life at 16."