Page 20 of Twist Me

That made her fidget, the reality dawning on her that she couldn’t escape.

“So tell me, precious Little Lamb. Can you be useful to me?”

I slowly started to release my grip on her mouth. Covering those luscious lips that looked so perfectly sized for my cock was a sin. Fuck, they made me throb to look at them. She didn’t miss my hard cock poking into her little chest, either. Her neck and cheeks flushed.

Interesting…

Too bad for her, though…the only thing I liked to do to “pigs” was slaughter them.Giving a quick mental berating to my fun-stick, I leaned away from her and watched her eyes dart to the hallway. But my hand was still around her neck.

“Now, now, rookie,” I tsked at her. “You know as well as I do that if you even try to make a run for it, your fat-ass cat will need a new owner.”

The threat sealed the clarity in her eyes and, with it, her fiery anger.

“What makes you think that you can come into my house and manhandle me, you barbarian!”

I cocked a brow at her, the image of her on her bed being so much more than “manhandled.”

She followed my gaze toward her bed and huffed.

Shrugging, I let go of her neck and plopped onto the springy mattress, her fluffy cat hopping up and sitting on my damn lap like he owned me. The thing was huge. He looked like he had eaten strays for breakfast.

“What do you feed this thing? The sad little men who try to hit on you? Have you ever had a boyfriend before? Your file is pretty sad.”

“Don’t you dare hurt my cat,” she warned, taking tentative steps toward me and her fluffball.

I snorted, running one of my tattooed hands over the silky fur of the ballsy feline. “Not the kind of pussy I like to destroy.”

The little cop sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, not near me, but at least her gaze stopped darting to the door.

“How did you even?—”

I cut her off, pressing my finger to her lips. Even that action seemed to dwarf this small woman.

“Your little goodie box had so many secrets to tell. You really should hide your weapons better. Something like that can be dangerous in the wrong hands.”

Her eyes involuntarily darted to the gun box, sticking slightly out from underneath her bed. My eyes dared her to go for it. I had been waiting for my chance at a challenge. Would she provide it?

Sighing audibly, she leaned back on the bed, seeming to have given up the idea, but then she bolted toward the metal box.

Watching her curvy body quickly slide off the bedspread and roll onto the floor was delicious. Chuckling like the joker inside me, I pulled the gun from my back pocket, letting the triggerring swivel on my finger until it slowly pointed straight at her stunned expression.

God, her mouth was so open, so ready….

“Like I said, Little Lamb. Such a powerful little thing can be dangerous.”

Swallowing her shock, she walked back to the bed, watching the dark hole at the end of the gun that promised a permanent nap.

I didn’t know if the damn thing had been loaded or not, but based on her ass-clenching walk of shame back to me…told me all I needed to know.

“I can be useful to you, Goliath.”

That caught my attention, and I put my hands under my head to get a better look at her, the gun tucked safely under her pillow in my grasp. She was fussing with her ass-length brown hair and chewing those pouty pink lips.

I needed to fucking taste them.

“How can you help me with anything except getting my dick wet?”

She started to say something, but I cut her off, sitting up straight and locking my hand and her gun on top of her thigh, her weapon tantalizingly close to where I wanted my fucking mouth. “Before you say something about not being wet for me….”

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