Page 47 of Twist Me

“If you’re going to play sexy nurse…” Goliath murmured, watching as I grabbed some ointment off the counter. “I vote you wear a hot little piece to complete the look.”

I rolled my eyes, picked up his strong, muscular arm, and saw his tattoos had been marred with angry red scratches. “You know these can get infected, right?”

Now, Goliath rolled his eyes. “Meh. Adds character.”

“Not if your skin corrodes,” I scolded.

Making a noise that a thirteen-year-old boy would, he settled down. It took a while to disinfect and wrap each of his gashes. It made me wonder if he offered a hand in fixing my mangled body. I felt very exposed suddenly. The knowledge that I was going to be horribly scarred when all these wounds finally healed was a very potent thought.

Goliath caught onto my mood quickly, grabbed my chin, and forced me to meet his gaze. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

I couldn’t help myself. I started crying. The tears were running down my cheeks, and all the occurrences lately of my blatant failures, getting caught by The Reaper being my biggest. All my mistakes since taking this assignment were at the forefront of my mind. Goliath was probably going to run away. A man like him was unable to handle emotional women. Evenknowing this, I decided to speak the truth, setting myself free if nothing else.

“I’m a failure, and I’m ugly.”

Goliath froze, his hand dropping from my chin, and my blurred vision saw him back away.I hadn’t noticed him walking behind me, but when strong, careful hands wrapped me up and lifted me from the ground, I cried harder.

“Ezello Lavita…” he said, lifting me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walked us out of the medical room and into a large living area.

He placed me down on a plush rug that felt like velvet, and the fireplace’s crackling was a comforting combo with Goliath’s warmth.“There’s not a single centimeter on your perfect fucking body that is ugly. From the first moment I saw you, you brought me to my knees, woman.”

He got down on all fours by my feet and gazed at me. Lifting my leg, he spread them apart. I started to close them again, but he held them firmly open.

Holding my foot, he kissed the top of it tenderly.

“From these tiny ass feet,” he stated, trailing his tongue and lips across my leg. He gripped my thighs and bit down on my hip crease. “To your perfectly curvy waist.”

Moving up, he squeezed my small breasts, each hand devouring them under his grasp. “Every inch, every mark, every freckle orscaris beautiful.”

I moaned at his praise, my tears tapering off and the heat in my body building. No one had ever made me feel so…seen. So absolutely raw. Exposed. Open…wanted.

Goliath twisted my curls around his finger.

“Your dark curls are perfect to get tangled in my fist.”His voice changed, something dark and dangerous, making his tone go husky. Lulled and lust-filled.

I bit my lip, closing my eyes as he demonstrated exactly what he had said. With my hair firmly gripped in his fist, he angled my head back against the floor, exposing my neck. He bit and sucked my skin, the feeling making me undulate underneath him.

“Eyes so captivating I can’t say no when I look into them,” he continued, placing light kisses on my eyelids.

Staring at my lips, I stilled my legs, and slowly, he sunk down between them. I could feel his thick length pressing on my thin cotton panties.My core was soaked, and he began rubbing against an ocean of wetness.

“The first day I chased you in that hallway, the first time I held you in my arms, I wanted to kiss those thick, delicious red lips then, Ezello,” he said, his eyes a storm of need and restraint.

He was…waiting for me to say he could.

The man who took me without asking or caring about the consequences was hesitating above me, wanting me to give him the okay to kiss me.

I traced the slightly raised mark on his arm—the brand he made to claim me as his own. I had known for a while that he owned me, but as I watched his face, he was so gentle and calm while I explored the brand. It made me wonder…

“Do you belong to me?” I heard my shy tone, but I couldn’t help it.

His smile was exceptionally beautiful as the halo of the firelight behind us lit him up.

“Little Lamb, you are my greatest weakness and my biggest challenge. Of course, I belong to you and you alone. Every broken piece of my soul is yours.”

He looked confused as he said his words, like he was realizing them for the first time himself. Tears filled my eyes, and he kissed each one away. Reaching up and wrapping my fingers in his dark hair, I brought his lips down on mine. At that moment,something snapped like a rubber band, a fire igniting—a motion I was unable to stop.

His kiss was a complete brand of my body and soul. An all-consuming claim of everything I was. Our tongues were battling, tasting, and exploring. I’d never been kissed like this. Never had a man completely steal my soul with his wicked lips. But here I was, asking the devil to drag me to hell with a smile on my face.

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