It felt so wrong, so unnatural to want this.
He was too coarse. Too brutal.
It made no sense for my pussy to be weeping the way it was.
Yet, here we were.
With one hand at my throat, he snaked his free arm around my waist and held me in place as he shuffled forward, trapping me between his body and the wall. Draping my legs over his knees, he put his forehead to mine, unforgivingly close, and rubbed my pussy firmly. “This what you want, baby?”
He was out of character.
“Yes,” I breathed out shakily.
Twitch’s face softened a moment. “You sure?”
He was giving me an out before this turned violent. But I wanted to give him this gift, because I loved him and... “I trust you.”
Looking pained, his eyes closed and he held them shut tightly, knowing this was costing me my comfort, but being consciously unable to let me go.
Would he test my limits?
Yes. He always did.
Did I trust him to stop if need be?
No, he wouldn’t stop. But he would slow it down for me if I failed to keep up. And that’s all I needed.
Small reassurances. Not grand gestures.
I watched in fascination as he took in a deep breath, stretched his neck out, and then opened his eyes to lay his dark glare on me. He leaned in and put his lips to the shell of my ear, and when he rumbled out what he did, I knew it was on. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, baby.”
My core squeezed, and when he tightened his grasp on me, I felt my heart beat steadily against his palm, and my body was his to do with what he pleased.
Today, I was his toy. His plaything. A tight hole and nothing more. And he would use me because he wanted to, not because I had given my permission. Because he was hurting and needed an outlet.
I gave myself up as tribute to his pain.
My mouth opened in a silent moan as he placed the tip of him at my needy slit.
“Shut your mouth,” he growled, and I did, my eyes on him, breathing heavily through my nose.
As the tip of him kissed me softly, he held my neck callously in one hand while the other came down to haul up my tank top. He peered down at my black, strappy harness bra, looking at me attentively, before running rough fingers over the swell of my breasts. “Don’t be shy, angel.” His brows furrowed at the softness of my skin then he licked his lips. “If I bite... yeah, it’ll hurt.” He yanked down my bra harshly then smirked unkindly at the way my breath hitched. “But I promise you’ll like it.”
He applied the smallest amount of pressure, and as the head of him slipped into me, my eyes fluttered closed, a soft breath leaving me lightly. Little by little, he slid deeper and deeper, dangerously slow. And when I was halfway impaled, his brow knitted, he gritted his teeth, and with a solid thrust, a loud gasp was pulled from me as he drove into my pussy, balls deep.
Feeling full and desperate, my lips started to move, and then I was begging on a rushed whisper, “Oh, please. I want it so bad. Please, baby. Give it to me.”
The way his eyes hooded... oh, fuck. He was a vision, my dark seraph.
He brought his face to mine, nose-to-nose, as he kept his eyes on me. His responding whisper was so hot it should have been illegal. “This pussy is a part of you, angel, but you and I, we both know the truth.” His minty breath warmed as he bit my bottom lip hard enough to pulse. A keening moan was forced from me as he laved the sting with his tongue. “It’s between your legs—” He nipped me again, softer this time. “—but it belongs to me.”
This was what I affectionately called beast mode.
His words had me reeling.
I guess we all loved a gentleman but secretly craved a savage.
When he tilted his hips back and thrust upward, my entire body shook. He did this steadily, over and over, his tight grip on my neck, my pussy dripping. My bare back against the wall, my nipples peaked at the combination of hot at my front, cold at my back, and when my sex clenched around him, I felt his cock jerk in response.
A sudden urgency ran through the both of us.
Twitch’s face screwed up heatedly, and when his free hand came up to join the other at my neck, I could feel he was close. Clutching both of his hands tightly, I felt my air supply being cut off, and when my eyes widened on him, his expression remained unchanging as he pumped into me.
My arms felt heavy as I failed to take in a full breath, and when I was too weak to hold on any longer, they fell to my sides as he fucked me senseless. As he fucked the very life out of me.
Existence was strange that way, and I felt it was poetic justice to be killed by a man I’d only moments ago told I trusted with my life.
***
Twitch
I was surrounded by things I loved.
Her body, my favorite art piece.
Her moan, my favorite song.
Her breath stolen, she continued to put her trust in me.
I wore her love like a tattoo.
She revived my scorched soul with a single kiss.
I loved this woman.
I loved her to death.
***
Lexi
Eyes open but bleak, I lost consciousness.
Moments later, I was revived with a sharp gasp as he released me.
And the orgasm that hit me came out of nowhere.
His arms came around me, holding me up as I took in the air I so desperately needed. My heart raced erratically, and complete and utter bliss filled me, flowing through my body in waves. Tipping my head back, I opened my mouth and screamed as I clenched fitfully around his cock. Not a second after, he pushed as deeply inside me as he could, and I heard his rough grunt around my harsh wheezes.
Twitch held me close, my head falling to his shoulder, and I continued to gasp, taking in as much air as I possibly could. My forehead had misted with perspiration—from exertion or fear, I didn’t know.
His softening cock slipped out of me as my legs continued to shake, and when he placed his face into the crook of my neck, breathing me in, I came to realize that I would give anything to keep him sane.
Even my own life.
“Angel,” was what he panted into my neck, kissing the hot but soft skin there. The skin he’d held too tightly for entirely too long.
What he meant was, “I’m sorry.” But there was no need for apology. I thought it cruel to have someone apologize for being nothing more than he was.
A natural born hunter. A conditioned killer.
That was like asking a lion to apologize for being a predator and trying to convert it to veganism.
Unfounded.
Feeling his release dripping out of my still clenching core and onto the hallway floor, I gripped the back of his head with both hands, holding him close. Breathing heavily, my voice croaked, “I wanted it. Besides...” I moved my lips to his damp hair, and whispered, “You needed it.”
The way his hold tightened on me, leaving me breathless, told me I’d been right.
And for as long as I lived, I would give everything in my power to make this complex man’s life a little less complicated.
Chapter
Thirty-Five
Lexi
It was after midnight when I heard the car start. My eyes shot open with a start and I listened fixedly. The front door closed behind him and I shot up out of bed, running to the window, watching in complete disbelief as he made to leave.
My heart squeezed so hard my breath left me with a whoosh.
As he loaded a duffle into the passenger seat, my eyes widened and I took in a shaky breath before whispering on an exhale, “Oh my God, you asshole.”
He was leaving. Running in the night like a goddamn coward.
My chest began to ache painfully.
Motherfucker!
In that single moment, anger like I had never felt before settled over me. In that moment, I was a child born of rage and bedlam. Fury be thy name, and as I rushed out the door, my ferocity ignited from a s
ingular spark to a raging inferno and it burned so hard it scorched my veins.
If he thought he was leaving me, leaving us a second time, he had another think coming.
“No,” I called the second I crossed the threshold. That call was upgraded to a shout when he turned and stilled, an expression of impatience crossing his features. “No!” And once I passed the front porch, I didn’t stop, charging him in nothing but my slinky, cream-colored nightie. My heart began to race as I lifted my hands, put them to his shoulders, and pushed as hard as I could. “No!”