Page 78 of Twist Me

“Oh fuck, Little Lamb, you take me so well. Your tight little body knows how to fucking undo me.”

He had to be awake. He just had to be. His gravelly voice was so rough and filled with the same amount of demanding lust as I was feeling.

The peak of my pleasure was surfacing, his rocking and pounding increasing to a vibrating level. His moans filled my ears, and his hands were bruising.My orgasm claimed me, and I felt him spill deep into my pussy as he gripped my hair and forced me to look into his eyes.

His words echoed in my ears and heart as I sank down onto his chest, unable to catch my breath.

“I fucking love you, my Little Lamb. Fuck me. I really love you.”

My Little Lamb looked so peaceful in bed. What kind of man was I turning into? Ever since I met this annoying little pipsqueak, she’s been nothing but a headache, yet here I was watching her dream, all sexed up and satiated. Her tanned skin was glistening with sweat from the fucking pounding I gave her. I told this woman I loved her, which scared me…even more so because it was true.

How could I live the life that I do, with Ezello constantly in danger? She was clumsy as fuck and fell up the stairs, bruising her elbows on doors, and was so small. She would be lucky to go into a room without getting lost. When you added in all the world’s natural dangers with her magnetic pull for chaos, she was never going to make it.

I couldn’t shake knowing that the idiots at the asylum still hadn‘t found Joe. That crazy fuck took a crack at my blood and my fucking woman twice now. Someone like that doesn’t get to keep breathing air.

It was funny being depicted so long as this insane, murderous man…yet I had never taken a single life.I was just a man who loved his woman and knew that the law would only keep failing her.

Sighing, I walked to the bed and gave Ezello one final kiss on her perfect lips before stepping out of the door and locking it with a padlock. This was for the best. I had to keep her safe, and my entire life, I had been the one who took the fall for everyone, whether it was holding up my brothers or accepting the weight of being a cop.

Now, at least, I could be the monster everyone always screamed that I was. Even if I did survive, I was positive that my spicy Latina would not love me after what I had intended to do.

“I love you Ezello Lavita. I am so sorry.”

I didn’t get too farbefore my sister caught me sneaking out of the back. Damn, those doctors who never slept until the sun came up.

“Never thought you‘d grow up to be a knight in shining armor for a pretty lady, brother.”

I smiled tightly and waved her off. “ See ya, Taliah. Keep her safe for me, okay?”

Taliah nodded and gave Munchies a scratch on the head. A thud sounded on the door, and I cursed. I should have known that she’d wake up. Judging by the feral pounding on the door, it was clear she’d read my note.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Goliath? You coward!”

I looked over to Taliah for some advice, to which she raised her hands in surrender and walked off. “You owe me a new door when your girl breaks that one down.”

So much for sisterly love.

Walking over to the door that was vibrating with punches and kicks and a stream of Spanish cursing on the other side, I tapped the door lightly. “You know this is best, my love.”

The assault stopped for a moment, and sniffling sounded. “No, it’s not, you Pendejo! You don’t just get to leave!”

I was a coward because I couldn’t even form words. I just held my hand to the door.

“Goliath,” she cried, her voice breaking, barely a whisper now. “Please.”

A damn tear slipped from my eye, letting my final goodbye fall to the ground. “I love you, my Little Lamb. Pain may be my addiction, but I would sooner die than see you suffer.”

As I mademy way through the dense ass forest, my anger grew in time with my guilt. I kept telling myself not to go back.I nearly turned around until voices sounded around me.

“Larry had a feeling that girl made you go soft as butter, my brother.”

Whirling around, I smiled, seeing Judas. He had been tasered to all hell, his body becoming a shell. We all knew he could have been worse off like the corpses lining the graves dug around the asylum. The department couldn’t cover it up this time, and Quinn assured me it was going to be front-page news. He left to cool off with his buddy from the army for a few days. His trauma over last week’s scene was too fresh in his mind.

The few survivors of the Hospital Twelve Massacre were transferred to a hospital in handcuffs for now. Judas and Pharaoh were among them. It wasn’t unlikely they’d charmed their ass out of the metal bracelets so they could sneak around at will.

“It didn’t take a genius to figure you won’t leave it alone. You’re predictable, Lith.”

Roe pestered me, but his smile seemed so relaxed and easy.

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