Page 28 of Twist Me

She couldn’t see my size, but that fear of the unknown swelled like a wave in those eyes again.

I didn’t move, letting her tease my head, experiencing me in a way that seemed unfamiliar to her. Her hands were hot and tiny, yet they managed to touch every inch of my swollen, aching length.

She reached down to my balls, and that exploring continued—so damn maddeningly slow. I closed my eyes, the feeling of my orgasm rising up. I was going to drown this girl. And then the touch disappeared, her heat and soft exploration gone with a snap of my pant’s band.

My eyes shot open, my body now somehow against the wall.

The Little Lamb was inspecting me, a battle of wills in her eyes. While I was completely drunk on her taste and touch, I could only watch as she bolted from the room.I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I laughed at myself when the familiar clicksounded.My damn prey not only escaped me again, but she’d also left me more blue-balled than I thought fucking possible and had locked me, ‘her predator,’ inside a cage.

Icouldn’t get away fast enough. My head was spinning, and my heart was racing.

What the hockey sticks just happened?

I looked down at my hand. My fingers were still burning where his tongue had laved over my unmistakable wetness, and his penis—it was surprisingly soft-skinned. I knew I was attracted to this psychopath, but why did my body have to betrayme like that?I made my way over to Emmy, my face flushed and my anger boiling.

“You look like you just ran from the devil,” Emmy said, looking up from her book and giggling at my expense.

The irony of her words wasn’t lost on me.

“More like got caught by them,” I mumbled.

Emmy was now laughing out loud, her tall, lithe form doubling over in giggle-fit, craning her neck to see the hallway I came in from.

“Ah, I see. Well, based on the flush of your cheeks and the hot mess going on in your curls, I’d say youlikedbeing caught.”

I glared at her, which only caused her to laugh harder.My cheeks flamed even more as I saw Judas and Pharaoh saunter into the room, taking a seat at their usual table. Steeling my nerves and trying my best to tamp down the heat inside my belly, I walked over to the brothers and their table.Before I lost my moxy, I stared them both down.

“Just thought you should know your annoying triplet is locked in the white room.”

“Feisty! Can I be next? Larry calls the fuzzy handcuffs.”

Pharaoh smiled dangerously at me. “Little Princess likes to play with binds?”

I shook off their words, stomping my foot and huffing all my frustration into a screeching sound.

“Ohh, so she’s a screamer.”

My anger was rolling off me in waves, and I ground my jaw so hard that I nearly felt my teeth crack.

I didn’t give them a response, trying to ignore their stares as I left the study entirely. Walking around this place was easy now that I had to run from a psycho in the dark, go on a secret mission to sneak files, and search out any hidden areas with sneaky traps for unsuspecting people. Plus, I had already slipped on a banana twice and got flour in my face in the span of a week.I needed to walk off this inferno under my skin. My legs felt chafed, and that only added to my boiling point.

I should have let that brutal giant rot. Why hadn’t I?

Fed up with everything and everyone, I continued to stroll along the hallways. I just needed to find a place away from all these useless morons—a place where I could catch my breath and stop feeling like one of them.There wasn’t any place not flooded with either personnel, guards, or patients.

Eventually, I walked into the showers. Nobody was using them at this hour. ‘Lights out’ was soon, and that was when we were all locked into our giant glass cells. I had to admit that was a comfort. It was the only time I felt safe enough to focus on the mission and who The Reaper might be. Also, not needing to deal with those annoying triplets and them making me feel so…so…grrrr…I didn’t know how I felt.

Different?

But that wasn’t why I was here—I needed to focus on The Reaper.

Did this killer live at the asylum? Was it personnel? An outsider?

There were too many questions and so few answers or time to begin to look for them.

I was happy to know that even if someone managed to escape once, it was dark in the facility. Also, I was pretty sure only a superhero could navigate the endless line of glass walls. According to my files, all the staff had night vision goggles, and I had to wonder if some patients had gotten their hands on them, too…the game-playing, ego-maniac, for one.

His touch. He was so hard but so soft. How was that possible? Was it like that for all men? He said I tasted sweet…what did he taste like?

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