Page 22 of Twisted

“Then keep goin’.”

Maisie’s sweet sentiments rolled around in Jaeger’s numb brain. She was everything and more. Every time he’d fucked another woman, it had been her angelic face he’d seen. Every time he’d come, he’d think only of her clenching around his length, finishing in unison, their bodies and souls in sync.

Maisie’s tight cunt had felt like velvet around his cock, hungry, so wet he’d slid in with little resistance despite the differences in their sizes. She’d wrapped her thick thighs around his hips, had kept him planted even as she pretended she didn’t want it, like it. Jaeger knew better; her body craved his touch, and he liked to think it was because there was some divine god that had created them for one another.

But then she’d dropped her legs, had kicked at him and cried. He could see it in the pinch of her brows, the twist of her scarred lip—she was more than petrified of him, which he felt was healthy, actually, and natural. More dark than her fear, though, was the anguish when she’d blinked her glacial blue eyes up at him, tears dotting her impossibly long lashes. She wasn’t here with him, not mentally. She had been when she’d let herself go, when she’d given in to the temptation of the pleasure he knew he could offer her. Something he’d done had triggered her, and the mystery of Maisie deepened. In that span of six years apart, what had happened to his girl? What had the world done to someone so pure? What events had led her to believe murder was the only option to save herself?

Jaeger knew the truth was dark, but as he stared down into those cold as ice eyes, he wondered just how dark. He felt chilled in his core at the thought of anyone hurting her; no one ever would again. She was his, whether she wanted that or not. Jaeger didn’t care. He’d seen and done things that would make the strongest of men faint, and he’d done it all with a steely glint in his eyes and his lips pressed into a thin line.

He could handle whatever Maisie had been through. He could coax from deep within her the truth, her secrets, her pain. And he’d find that second hard drive and figure out how to get Linds out of jail while also saving his woman. Part of him worried the police may be a step ahead, and another, larger part of him worried Randy and Carter’s associates had found it, but he was getting ahead of himself.

Brought back to the present to his terrified, traumatized woman, he reached up, stroking his finger along the now-familiar line of her scar. Her hands clasped near her chest, she shivered in his shadow. His cock throbbed, a dull ache, having been so close to pleasure before being robbed of that release. God, she was perfect, bared before him like a wood nymph, her thick hair a dark, messy halo, her tear stained cheeks glimmering in the splotches of sunlight through the canopy, her ivory skin soft as silk, muscled where she needed to be, soft around her hips and abdomen. She had a thin waist, breasts milky and tipped in beautiful, tiny pink nipples, and her cunt was hairless yet still hidden.

Despite how fucking hot she was, the one thing Jaeger was surprised to find he loved the most about her body was her ass and thighs. She was strong, had to be with the thickness of the lower half of her body, and her ass curved out, bubbled more than most women’s—a perfect canvas for the strike of his belt or the smack of his hand. The searing thought of watching her redden from his ministrations made his cock lurch again, and he felt possessed as though by a demon.

He sneered down at her, reaching up quick to fist the hair at her scalp. Right now, she wasn’t Maisie, and he wasn’t Jaeger. Right now, she was an obstacle in the way of the truth and he was Sherlock fucking Holmes. He’d get his answers in any way possible, and if that meant his Maisie would have to see more of his dark side, then so be it.

Dragging her backward away from the tree, her hands clawing at him as he tugged her forward by her hair, he threw her down into the dirt and ash of her charred truths. On her hands and knees, she coughed and whimpered, dust rising to choke her. She tried to scramble away, to rise and run naked through the woods like a heathen pagan, but he was faster, dangling belt clanging obnoxiously loud in the quiet woods, cock bobbing and surging in anticipation.

He pounced like a wild cat, fisting her hair, forcing her back to arch. He almost drooled at the sight of her on her hands and knees, her perfect ass in the air, her thighs closed but still glistening with her arousal. Falling to his knees behind her, he wedged his thigh between hers, eliciting another whimper. She’d told him to keep going. She wanted it. She wanted his brutality, and he was beginning to see why; a guilty fucking conscience. She was reveling in the pain, the fear, because she believed she was deserving.

And Jaeger was more than happy to oblige.

Leaning his long torso across her back, he gave her hair another yank, bringing her head up and exposing her throat as another small cry bubbled up. Lips at her ear, he fisted his cock, prodding at her entrance as he whispered his warning, low and rumbling across his tongue like thunder.

“I will be brutal,” he hissed. She tensed, but not fast enough as he slammed back into her until his cock was completely buried. A strangled cry left her throat, and she collapsed onto her elbows in the very ash of her sins as he fucked her. Keeping her hair tight in one fist to prevent her back from sagging in defeat, his other curled around her hip. His wanton eyes feasted on the way her ass jiggled as he pumped furiously into her, the swing of her pert breasts also visible if he craned his neck to the side. Once his fingers found her throbbing nub, her cries morphed into mewls and moans of pleasure that made his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He would take everything from her, strip her down to her bones and rebuild her into the woman she was always meant to be; one strong and fierce but sweet as honey for him and him alone. It would take time. Patience. But Jaeger’d waited his time in purgatory for his chance at her, and he could wait a little longer for her to realize how his every action would now occur with her in mind. Everything he did would be to keep her safe, happy.

He felt her tight channels beginning to ripple, and her body tensed like a coiled spring ready to release. He worked his fingers in faster circles around her slippery clit, coaxing from deep within her the release he knew she needed. His questions could come later; he knew she knew the truth, knew she was holding out, but he was still willing to give her this taste of pleasure in the hopes she’d be more compliant in the future.

“That’s it, Maisie girl,” he growled. He was answered by a soft whimper, one that he would replay in his mind until his dying days. He felt a god in this moment, taking her sins away, clearing her mind of her past, forgiving her for framing his own flesh and blood.

“Come for me, hard. Wanna feel you get tight around me. You like that, huh?” he grunted. She bobbed her head as much as his grip would allow, but he could feel her retreating, fleeing from the most mind blowing climax she would ever experience. Again, she was afraid of it—of pleasure. Self-denial. It was intriguing, but right now, he wasn’t having it. He gave a yank to her hair, deepening his strokes at the same time so she could feel every inch of him deep inside her.

“Let go, Maisie,” he coaxed.

“I…can’t…no, never…” she panted between his sharp thrusts. Her admission made his chest ignite with fire. She’d never come like this before? Pride swelled within him at the notion that he was able to get her there, and so quickly. He gave one thrust, and she tensed even more, not even a breath or gasp audible. By his second, she was clenching around him like a vice. He groaned in ecstasy, throwing his face to the sky as he claimed her out in the wild like a barbarian. And she crashed around him, rippling and crying and sagging.

He felt his stomach clench, his balls tighten, and he pressed himself so deep in her he felt the resistance of her cervix, spilling his hot seed within her.

He fell over her sticky back, pressing his rough cheek to her bare shoulder, both of them panting and gasping in unison, fighting for breath amidst the swirling chaos in their chests and the stifling humidity. He let his eyes slip closed, relishing the way she still spasmed around his cock, weaker now as her orgasm faded, but he couldn’t force himself to pull out, not yet; she felt too fucking good still.

Raising his face, he released her thick hair, pressing his nose and mouth to the slim column of her neck, inhaling deep her scent of honey and dirt and sweet sweat. His cock stirred to life inside her once more, but he felt sated for now. Her breathing hitched, and she shuddered. Before he knew what to make of it, his Maisie Jane was a blubbering, sobbing mess below him. Gritting his teeth, wondering if compassion or a strong hand would be best, he pulled out and plucked her up off the ground. Her forearms were covered in dirt and pebbles, same with her knees and the heels of her hands. Her face was smeared with dust and tear tracks, and she shook, her chest heaving with her clear panic.

Slow, with a hand curled around her bicep, he guided her back to the tree. She stood, legs quivering from her orgasm, obedient and spent, back to the bark. Jaeger kept quiet, turning his hips away before he shoved his still-aching cock back into the prison of his jeans and did up his fastens. His eyes fell to Maisie’s scattered clothes on the ground; only her jeans and pantie’s were still intact. The rest was far too warm to wear hiking through the woods the mile and a half to his hidden, off-the-grid cabin.

He pulled his black short sleeve shirt off swiftly, stalking back to Maisie. Saying nothing as she continued to avoid his eyes and cry, he plunked it over her head, reaching in through the arm holes to pull her spindly little wrists out and through. Her sniffles began to cease, and she wiped at her face with her cuff-less hand.

He fell to his knees before her, quiet yet precise in his actions. He gripped an ankle, feeling how delicate her little bones were beneath her skin. Pulling up, even despite her minimal resistance, he propped her foot on his thigh. Shuddering, she reached down, her dangling handcuff tinkling as she tried to cover her swollen, dripping sex—Jaeger’s target. He batted her hands away, and with a forlorn whine, she obeyed. Pulling the hem of his shirt up to better see her cute, bare cunt, he bit back a possessive growl, reaching up with his long, deft fingers.

She bucked away with a cry as he pried her lips apart; he could tell she was not only sensitive from her climax, but also sore. He’d been brutal, as he’d promised her. But now, he didn’t have to be. Pushing against her lower belly with the flat of his palm, his other fingers dipped into her again, curling inside her against her forbidden spot as he gently coaxed his seed out of her, cleansing her the best he could at the moment, worshipping her.

She froze at his touch, at the feel of his fingers deep inside her swollen pussy. Her eyes flicked down to his, brimming with more tears. He held her gaze as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. And then, unable to stop himself, he leaned in, eyes on hers the entire time as he pressed his tongue to her clit. She lurched, whimpering, but the palm on her stomach kept her planted to the tree.

He lapped at her, tasting her for real now. Honey sweet as sin danced on his tongue, and he thrusted his fingers to the rhythm of his quickening heartbeat. She bucked her hips, eyes slipping closed, head falling back and pretty mouth dropping open. He growled, releasing her stomach to reach back and slap her ass, the crack reverberating around the forest. Her eyes sprang open with a startled cry, falling to his. It was odd, how she seemed to know what he demanded without words. More proof, in Jaeger’s mind, that they were made for one another.

He flicked his tongue against her hidden bud, uncaring of the taste of his come that still lingered. It made her his, now. He could care less, finding it surprisingly arousing.

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