Page 37 of Twist Me

I moaned louder than I thought possible, my ears ringing from the echoes of it. Goliath smiled, and I knew what was next.

“If you want to come my needy little virgin, tell me you’re mine,” he purred, twirling his thumb against my clit. “It’s all you have to do.”

Running his palm over my wetness, he slapped me.The feelings were overwhelming, and I was breaking.

“Who does this drenched, tight, untouched, cunt belong to Ezello Lavita?”

My name…in his dangerous mouth, and his wicked hands all over me…I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so close, and this edging was driving me insane.

Lo siento, Dios. I’m sorry, God, those were the only proper words at this moment.

Meeting his gaze and feeling his fingers pound into me so deep and hard, not wanting them to stop, I knew the truth as much as my body did. I came undone, my orgasm solidifying my mind, body, and the absolute certainty of my words.

“I belong to you, Goliath.”

With a grin more devious than the devil himself, he grabbed and tilted the bottle with the rest of my arousal, pushing it against my pussy, and letting it all drip into the glass. Our come blending into one.

Tipping it back and dripping every drop into his mouth, he growled aloud. “Yes, you fucking do. The next time you deny me, Little Lamb, your punishment will be more than hot wax.”

Releasing the binds with a flick of his wrist, I fell to the ground.

He stared down at me on my knees, and I watched him. His height made me feel small most days, but now, at his feet likethis…it was terrifying. The flickering candles were lighting his body, little sparks of dancing flames creating the illusion that he ruled over Hell itself. Goliath leaned down with his face half in shadows and light. He tilted my chin up to him, my gaze fixed on his sin-filled eyes.

“Now, don’t forget you’re in the presence of a god. So crawl to me, Little Lamb, so I can properly show you how to sin with the devil.”

Later that night, after nursing my blue-balls from the Little Lamb scampering off, I just about closed my eyes when I awoke to a scream, the kind of scream that rattled me to my damn bones. Jolting upright, I looked around, and darkness surrounded me. It was still lights-out, and I doubted anyone was up.

What the ever-loving fuck was that?

Kicking my feet over the side of my bed, I completed a full-face plant onto the cold ground. Pharoah grunted at my dumbassery, but otherwise, it was quiet. Judes slept like the fucking dead, so I wasn’t too worried about waking him.

I navigated on the ground over to the corner where I hid my night vision goggles behind the loosepanel on the wall…but when I stuck my hand in there, it was empty.

What the fuck?

Shuffling my blind ass over to Pharaoh’s side of the bed, I found the general vicinity of where his head probably was and whacked in the darkness.

The smacking sound was met with my brother’s, “I didn’t do it!”

As he bolted upright, I hissed at him to shut up so we didn’t wake Judas.Roe got down on the floor with me and said, “What’s with the love tap, bitch?”

I pointed to the empty panel but then smacked myself. We couldn’t see shit.

“Did you take the night vision goggles?” I said, poking his bare chest.

“Nah, man, so stop with the fucking jabbing me like a four-year-old. Quit losing your shit, and maybe you’d have it when you needed it?”

He yawned, and then it clicked that it was the ass-crack of dawn.“Wait, why do you need them? Where are you going?”

I shook my head into the darkness. “Heard something screaming, I dunno. Just wanted to check it out.”

“Man, you’re probably dreaming of your ex-girlfriends.”

I snorted, but it could have been a dream. That was true. I still wanted to see what could have made that noise.

Roe snickered. “Bro, even if it was a scream, Everette wails like a damn banshee all the time and smacks his head into the glass. You know that.”

That was also true. Vetty honestly had some deep-rooted challenges. His bolts had been loosened long before I arrived here, and his patient history was extensive, apart from Tick-Tock-Joe and Christian, who were probably the most certifiable. Usually, the docs kept them under lock and key in the ‘sensitive’ area. Not sure how I would have heard his voice outside the soundproof room he’d been exiled to years ago, which was before I even knew his ass.

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