Page 63 of Twisted Lies

That mischievous grin is gone as she pants and stares at me as if I’ve hurt her. I have. She’ll never be with anyone else and not think about me. I straddle her hips again, my heavy cock resting against her, teasing her, slipping against her, but not going in.

“Bryce,” she whimpers.

I lean over her small breasts with their bright pink nipples. The size would perfectly fill a champagne glass. My lips rest against her tight nipple, and I slowly lick until her eyes close. I place my mouth entirely over her breast and take her in. The softness fills my mouth as my tongue strokes her. Her hips start to shake again.

“That feels so good,” she moans, “You make me feel good.”

Astrid tries to move her hands, but the belt prevents her from seeking release too soon. I pull away from her, and Astrid opens her eyes and smiles. The tenderness tugs at me, and I want to bury my face against her shoulder and tell her that I’d do anything as long as she loved me. I just want to hold her and feel her softness against me and take comfort in it, but I can’t. Being weak is not what I do.

Her gaze takes me all in as I position my body over hers. My cock throbs achingly as she widens her legs. I grab the condom and slide it down. Whether she’s on the pill or not, we’re not taking chances. Watching her chest rise and lower, I slip the belt off her wrists, but Astrid doesn’t lower her arms. She writhes against the bed and moans as my fingers stroke her, feeling the wetness for me between her legs.

“Am I making you feel good?” I ask.

She nods.

“More than anyone else?” I ask.

She nods quickly, and I’m pleased that she didn’t have to think about it. I lower my hips against her and then press into her. The feeling sucks the breath out of me. She’s so tight, and I can’t stand not to be inside her as I push my cock deeper. I wait as she whimpers, each thrust making her gasp, and I pause even though I’m going insane with need. She’s so tight, and I freeze.

I won’t ask. I can’t. “Relax, baby,” I whisper, “I won’t ever hurt you.”

Astrid’s eyes open, and I’m lost in her again. Her hands touch my back, and I start again, slowly taking my time with each movement. I forget to be cruel and hardhearted as I was taught to be. I forget as I push into her again and the sensation of joining with her leaves me weak.

My mouth hovers over hers to swallow the small sigh from her throat. My lips touch hers gently as I push myself into her fully.

Astrid clings to me as I pull out and push back, increasing the rhythm as our hips meld together. My control snaps as she squeezes me, and a chill shoots through me. Hard and fast, I fuck her in long delicious strokes as her nails dig in my back. I moan her name as my cock swells in her. I hiss as the intensity crawls up my spine and tingles across my skin.

What has she done to me? I can’t control it. I can’t control her.

My hips buck wildly—desperate to get a few more thrust in—as I press my face into her shoulders. With a tortured groan, I call her name as my cock erupts, filling the condom with thick ropey spurts.

Trembling, I pull myself from her and roll over to my side. My back is to her, but I can hear Astrid sigh.

***

The sky is turning gray, but the sun is still below the horizon as we pull up to Stonehaven. Astrid will make it into her own bed tonight before anyone can see her creep back into the dorm. I tried to talk her into staying, and I’m hurt that she said no.

“Thank you, Astrid.”

She slips her heels into the bag and quickly shoves her flats back onto her feet.

“Thanks, I had fun.” The corners of her mouth are stretched as she put on her coat. I can’t tell if she’s telling the truth. I ignore the pang of guilt over what I’m about to do.

“I have something for you.” I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out an envelope. Astrid looks at it as if she’s never seen an envelope before today. She takes it and opens it. Her fingernail clicks over the cash inside, and she looks at me quizzically.

I sit back and away from her. “Thank you for the evening.”

The look Astrid gives me makes my muscles ache, but I know how to keep her off balance. Let her go to Justin, but she won’t. Or Wyatt. But she won’t run to them once I shake her off balance. She’ll have to cling to me.

“You pay every girl you date?” she asks.

“Only certain ones.”

Astrid hesitates, the money in her trembling hand. I sit quietly and wait for it. I wait for her to fling it back in my face. I don’t know what I’ll do when she does. Maybe I’ll apologize, but I don’t know and never will as she shoves the money in her bag. Astrid looks at me and wants to say something. I can tell by the way she chews her lip.

I want to pull her back into the car and bury my head against her warm shoulder again. I want to tell her I know I’m being an asshole, but her eyes are too defiant.

She’s determined to control me.

Astrid won’t bend until I break her.

And I’ll never own her until she’s broken.

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