Page 89 of Twisted Collide

“And you know this how? You talk about all your issues?”

Dane inclines his head down, forcing our eyes to lock. “Hellfire . . .Talk to me.”

“I’m not a hellfire now. Am I?”

“You will always be a hellfire. Even if you don’t think so.”

I search his eyes but don’t know what I’m looking for anymore. “Because I’m always trouble?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t understand.”

“You’re a hellfire. You’re strong. Powerful. Independent. You take no shit from anyone. March to the beat of your own drum. You walk the tightrope.”

I shake my head. “I take more shit than you can even imagine.”

He pulls back, placing his fingers under my chin, not allowing me to look away from him. “Then tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s not your burden. We aren’t anything. We just fucked,twice.” My snarky attitude probably pisses him off, but I don’t care. Right now, I’m allowed to act like a petulant child.

He scrubs at his eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me again.” I shrug.

He shakes his head at my suggestion but having him this close has me all types of confused. His presence calms me, and I want him. I want to touch him and feel him. “I can’t.”

“Please.” I place my hands on his chest and trail them down. I dip one hand inside his sweatpants.

“Fuck. I can’t think when you do that.”

I run my other hand over his now hard dick. “Do what?”

“Touch me.”

“Oh, does this bother you?” I slip my hand under his waistband, then under the material, and palm his hard dick in my hand. Stroking him. He tilts his pelvis up.

“You have to stop.”

“Make me.” I drop to my knees in front of him.

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DANE

When I followed her,I didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t her dropping to her knees with my dick in her hands.

The sight before me has my brain short-circuiting. Her small hand grips my cock, the soft pad of her finger feathering over the crown. If her tongue touches me, I’ll lose my shit.

I’m liable to come from that alone.

Get yourself together, Sinclair.

It takes a second, but finally, I snap out of it.

Looking down at her, I see a Josephine I’ve never seen before. The vision has my chest tightening. The hellfire I have come to know is long gone, replaced by a broken woman.

Sure, she looks the same, trying to sling a false bravado of being strong, but as she looks up at me, trying her best to make me think she wants me right now, I can see past it all.

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