Page 57 of A Twisted Gift

It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

“Raina,” I mutter, and I see it in her eyes—the understanding.

She knows exactly what I’m feeling right now because she is, too.

Gently, I lower Raina back to the floor. When I pin her arms to the carpet, she lets out the softest of moans, and her back arches ever so slightly. I take note of the reaction as I lean down and press my lips to hers. She kisses me fervently, desperately, and her legs open of their own volition.

“Needy girl,” I whisper, smiling against her mouth.

With a whimper, Raina squirms underneath me. She pushes against my grasp, and I immediately let go of her wrists.

“You all right?”

“Yes, please don’t stop. I… I liked it.”

My hands return to her wrists, holding them against the floor. “You want to struggle?”

Nodding, she bites her lip, her gaze flitting away.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, little rose.” I pepper her face with tiny, comforting kisses. “But I can’t hold you down and touch you at the same time.”

“Oh,” she breathes out. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Hold on.”

There are dozens of Christmas presents under the tree, many of them tied with thick ribbon. Grabbing one, I undo it and toss the box to the side. Ribbon in hand, I bind Raina’s wrists together, careful not to go too tight.

“How does that feel?”

She pulls against the ribbon, testing it, and then grins. “I love it.”

“Good.”

Too impatient to wait any longer, I work off her boots and her jeans. She helps, lifting her ass and then wiggling out of her panties as I pull them down her legs. Once she’s fully naked beneath me, her hands tied with that blood red ribbon, a groan falls from my lips. With her hair spread out and the soft light from the Christmas tree reflecting off her skin, she looks too perfect to be real.

I flip her so she’s on her stomach and then pull her up so she’s on her knees. It’s at this point that she remembers she’s supposed to be fighting me, and I laugh when she tries to crawl away.

“I don’t think so, Raina.”

Grabbing her, I force her into an upright position. Her back is pressed against my front, and my left hand wraps around her throat on instinct. I’ve never done it before, but it just feels right, and based on Raina’s body language, she likes it, too.

Still, her worries about disappointing me echo in my mind. I need to be sure, so I place a hand on her stomach to hold her against me.

“Raina, I need you to understand something.”

She stills. “Hmm?”

“If we do this, your safety and wellbeing are my top priority. If I get even ahintthat I’ve gone too far, I’m stopping, all right?”

“You won’t.” She twists herself so she can smile up at me. “I trust you.”

“But I need to know that I can trust you.” My fingertips skim down her neck. “If you need to stop—if I take things too far—you can tell me. I won’t be disappointed or angry.”

“I understand.”

“Promise me, Raina. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I promise,” she whispers. “I’ll tell you if I get uncomfortable.”

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