Page 68 of A Twisted Gift

“E-Erik!”

My voice echoes throughout the foyer, and it feels so surreal. For so long, I was as quiet and as small as possible. It was saferthat way, being unseen and forgotten about. But now I laugh loudly and run around the mansion whenever I want to.

Because now, there’s no reason to hide.

Erik’s fingers don’t leave my clit until I’m coming so hard tears fill my eyes. He keeps me steady so I don’t tumble over the railing and pulls me up. Even though I’m still catching my breath and my legs feel like jelly, I try to run.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Snatching me up, Erik throws me over his shoulder.

I yelp, too afraid I’ll topple us both over if I try to squirm free. Erik keeps an arm banded around me as he carries me down the hallway and into his bedroom. Once he’s thrown me onto his bed, I scramble across the mattress, but he grabs my ankle and yanks me back.

“No,” I screech.

“Oh, yes. You’re all mine now.”

I feel my skirt shifting, and in the next moment, the sound of it ripping fills the room. Despite my annoyance earlier, it makes my stomach flip. There’s something about him tearing through my clothes that sends a rush through me. It’s the impatience, I think. The need to have menow,in the soonest second possible.

Erik tosses the remains of my dress to the side and flips me onto my back. He pins me to the bed effortlessly, shoving his knee between my legs and forcing them open. “Look at you, so weak and helpless. There’s no escaping me now.”

A few months ago, those words would’ve terrified me, but now they have the opposite effect. Even as I push at Erik’s arms in an attempt to prove him wrong, I feel myself soaking his jeans as I rub up against them.

“P-please,” I moan, unsure what I’m even asking for.

We keep a pair of leather handcuffs in each of our rooms, and he snatches his up. In the next second, he’s securing my wrists tothe headboard. I yank at the restraints, relishing in the feeling of the leather against my skin.

When Erik’s thumb finds my clit, I groan, my muscles relaxing on instinct. I always get to this point before I’m ready. One side of me wants to fight, for him to force me, but the other wants to submit to him without question.

“Already giving in?” He chuckles. “You never do put up a fight for long, do you?”

I twist away out of spite, grunting when he clasps my hips and shoves me back into place.

“That’s my girl. Make me work for it.”

With a scream, I kick at him. Erik grabs my legs before I can land a blow, his dark chuckle making chills skate over my skin. His eyes are lit up with the thrill of holding me down, and his smile only grows when I try to break free from his grasp.

“You’re making me hard, little rose. So goddamn hard.”

His hand goes to his belt buckle, and he undoes it swiftly while still holding both my legs in place. My gaze drops as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. At this point, I’ve lost track of the amount of times Erik has seen me naked. I’ve seen him shirtless, but never in less than his pajama pants.

When he shoves his pants down, he takes his briefs with them. His dick springs free, and I still at the sight of it. I’ve had it pressed against my body a few times, and I’ve always been intimidated by how big it felt. It’smuchthicker than his fingers—longer, too.

“Are they always that big?” I ask.

Erik seems amused by that, a small break from his role. “I’ve seen smaller ones, and I’ve seen bigger ones. Pretty sure mine is average-sized.”

“Will… will it hurt?” I ask on a shaky whisper. In my research, I’ve read about so many different experiences. It hurt for some people but not for others. Some bled, some didn’t. It doesn’tseem like here’s a definitive answer, but I can’t stop myself from asking.

Leaning over me, Erik kisses my neck gently. “I’m doing everything I can to make sure it won’t. But if you aren’t ready, we can—”

“No, I am. I want this so badly, Erik. Please.”

That seems to do something to him. He swallows, his eyes moving down my body and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You want me to fuck you?”

I nod.

“Say it,” he whispers hoarsely.

“I want you to fuck me, Erik. Please.Please,god, I need it.”

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