Page 29 of Twist Me

I shook off my thoughts and threw them aside, along with my clothes.The shower felt cold. Sobering.

But the burn in my core or the thoughts that man evoked inside me couldn’t be put out. Why the heck was I even responding this way? I had lived twenty-two years without getting worked up over a man. Sex wasn’t something I cared about or needed. It was just two people getting overly sweaty and making overemphasized noises.

My mind again drifted to Goliath and his hulking form, trapping me against him. His command made his siblings drive me wild. His body felt so hot to the touch. He had clothes on, but even without seeing, my hand was filled with his massive length.

What would it feel like to touch him with my mouth—or for him to touch my aching center with that pulsating, terrifying thing on his body? Would he burn me worse than I felt right now? He pushed that hard rod ruthlessly into my chest, grinding himself into the center of my breasts.

He was so thick. I’d never even seen a penis before, but I was certain by the way it felt that they weren’t supposed to be so big and hard.

No! I had to stop this.

I tried my best to wash off this fevered heat with the cold water, but his images kept assaulting me. His tattooed hand, a collar around my throat, his tormenting crystalline eyes, his wicked mouth, and his impossibly hard member sliding in my hands…I moaned and realized my hand was sliding down my stomach, gliding over my sex the same way Goliath’s hand had. My core was aching, the pulsating need thrumming with my heartbeat.

He had been so close, just a barrier blocking him, and one he could have easily bypassed, but he didn’t. He wanted me to feel like this. He said it himself. He wanted me to admit that he affected me…did he?

Grinding myself on my hand, I realized there was no denying it.

I closed my eyes and replayed the way his rough hand felt, the way his forearm flexed when he fisted his massive length. Why had he hid from me? What did he look like? Was it tan? Veiny?I remembered the soft skin under my fingertips, the blood pumping so hard it practically bounced with my exploration.

I whimpered as my juices coated my fingers, allowing myself to slide inside my core finally.Those tattoos covering his body looked like they were dancing when he stroked himself. The lines and images were all moving and rippling on his skin.

What would have happened if the darn timer hadn’t gone off?

Would he have freed that ginormous thing and…used it? Would they all have?

I pushed my fingers in deeper, imagining it was his thick, muscled hand working me hard. Tingles erupted in my belly, and I knew I was close. I grabbed onto the shower cubby and leaned back into the wall, my moans unable to be quieted any longer.Slamming my fingers into my pussy, the image of Goliath was so potent that I heard myself say his name again and again and again.My orgasm was so close I could taste it, but then suddenly, from the darkness, I heard a deep growl.

“If my name is going to be on your naughty lips, Little Lamb, it’s going to bememaking youscreamit.”

I knew I should stop, that I should run. But the tightening in my stomach and my fevered skin burned. I had to convince myself that was why I let Goliath grab my hands and lock them behind me. Watching, I shuddered as he popped my nipple into his mouth and sucked the bud until I pushed my body forward, craving more attention.

“You are an infuriating addition, woman.” The growl of his words vibrated through my skin and into my bones.

I whimpered, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt possessed. It was like I was watching myself, yet unable torespond. His strong hands gripped me and slammed me so hard into the ground that I cried out, the water rushing around and mingling with my soaked center.

He slipped his finger over my clit, and I hissed at the intensity of the touch, my eyes wide, the feeling overwhelming and foreign.He rubbed me softly, using my wetness to coat his finger and running it over my clit again and again.

I was shaking, mewling, and trying to force his hand to penetrate me.

He tsked and avoided my rocking. He was intentionally keeping his fingers over my slit and not entering me.

Devil, indeed.

“Please,” I moaned, trying again to grind into his hand.

He smiled and smoothed my hair with his other hand.

“I said before, Little Lamb. If you want something…”He poised his fingers along my entrance and inhaled my scent on my neck, biting down hard below my ear. “Take. It.”

All but screaming, I cracked, grabbing his hand and shoving those tantalizing fingers deep into my sex.My pussy gripped him, and he was brutal with his precision, pounding into me while rubbing my clit with his other hand.

I screamed, my orgasm ripping from me like an ocean.

I stared, horrified at the sea of come dripping off him. What did I just do?

I looked at him in horror, not understanding why on earth he was soaking and wet. Did the shower spray get him somehow?

His laugh shocked the sense into me, the booming beastly sound echoing off the walls. He popped his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean before meeting my terrified expression. Smiling so widely, I was surprised his face didn’t break in two.

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