Chapter 100 Filthy Brother

• “Hard,” Lacey whispers into the kiss, scrabbling to pull me closer. “Fuck me as hard as you can, Levi. I need it.”
• Fuck. As if I could ever deny that request. Those words from her lips send my possessive instincts even higher, and whatever control I managed to cling to this whole time snaps completely. I tighten my grip on her and pull out, thrusting in deeper and harder than before. I set a rough, hard pace, driving into her until there can be no fucking doubt about who owns her.
• The workbench creaks and squeaks as it rocks beneath us, the legs scraping against the concrete floor. A tool falls off the edge and clatters to the floor. I don’t stop. The whole building could come down around us right now and I wouldn’t stop.