Page 30 of Twisted

“Shh, shh, Maisie. Don’t move. It’ll be ugly if ya do.”

Pressing the tip of the knife near her hip bone, she thrashed and screamed. He pinned her with all of his weight, making quick work of his mark, the knife slicing through her ivory skin as easily as it would through a ripe peach. She sobbed, sagging beneath him as blood pooled in the divot where her hip met thigh, and once full, it trickled down the side of her bare mound.

It was over just as quickly, but she was branded, now, his forever whether she liked it or not. The symbol was the mark of his trade, a sideways Z with a line through it. He bore the same one, only hers had one addition his did not; a slight curve at the bottom of the straight line. AJ. Jaeger. She belonged to Jaeger and the most feared men on this planet. If anyone with knowledge saw it, they’d never utter another word to her. She was protected by that symbol, and at the moment, it was the greatest gift Jaeger could give to her. He’d gone behind Rancho and his boss’ back in doing this, but he’d always been a rebel.

This time, he had a cause.

Throwing the knife aside, he unfastened his belt and zipper, ready to claim her for real now. Blood smeared across her hip and thigh, and her cries continued, though quieter now. With his cock free, he brought his thumb to her already swollen and slippery clit. A sick sort of pleasure shot through him; she found pain arousing, then. It ignited a fire in his belly, and her sniffles turned to soft moans.

Leaning over her, he met her hate-filled and betrayed eyes just as her hips bucked and her pupils dilated in desire.

“Beg me,” he hissed, slipping a finger through her wetness and pumping at an infuriatingly slow pace.

“Fuck you!” She cried out, though there was no substance to her words. Not anymore. She was breaking under him, under all the knowledge and his relentless pursuit.

He pulled his finger out, and she whined in protest.

“Beg me for my cock,” he insisted, power pulsing through him.

“Nev—”

He jammed two fingers in, placing his thumb over her clit this time as well, and her moans doubled.

“Beg me, Maisie.”

She pressed her lips together, pinched her eyes shut, but as soon as he stopped his thrusts and teasing, she sagged and growled in frustration and pain and anger.

“Gonna break ya down, baby. Let go. I’ll catch ya. Promise.”

She whimpered, lips wobbling, but those glacial eyes popped back open and settled on his face. Resigned. Defeated.

Ignited.

“P-please,” she finally whispered. “Please, I need you.”

“What do you need?” he growled, pumping his fingers again as his chest filled with fire at her words. She gasped, arching her back, her stubby fingernails clawing at the hand that held her wrists.

“Y-you, please!” she gasped.

“You can do better than that,” he mocked.

“Y-your cock, please, I need it! I want you in me now, Jaeger!”

His name on her lips was his undoing. Yanking his fingers free, he lined himself up, her arousal mingling with her blood, the sight only making him all the harder.

In one swift motion, he plunged through her tight channels to the hilt, and a garbled scream erupted from her chest. He gave her no time to adjust. He blindly fucked into her, harder than he had before, the slap of their skin and her cries of pleasure igniting the night. He felt like a wild animal, a male during rut taking his conquest. When he could feel her tightening, he released her wrists and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her up until she was straddling his hips as he drove up into her, both their lower extremities now bearing the crimson mark of her brand.

“I…I…” she gasped, her forehead falling to his shoulder, her arms around his neck in what felt a loving embrace. Knotting his fingers in her hair, he pulled her face free to better watch her fall apart. She was so utterly beautiful, brows puckered, lips open in a silent plea for him to make her come, eyes on his. He was more shocked to see the trust there in those oceanic depths than he was to see the lust. She was giving in to him, completely surrendering in this moment, trusting that he would be there to catch her as he said he would.

“Say my name, Maisie,” he gritted out, one arm anchoring her hips to his to better drive up into her. She clamped down on his length like a vise grip, her whole body tensed.

“Jaeger,” she finally cried out, a soft mewl on her plush lips. It was all he needed. The tendrils of her climax still rippling through her, he felt his balls clench, and he spilled his seed into her perfect, tight cunt.

With a cry, she sagged against him, utterly spent and exhausted. Jaeger wrapped her slack body in his arms, still twitching deep inside her. He knew his battle with her was just beginning, but he felt in control finally, the power shifted back into his corner.

Reaching up, he carefully pulled a thick lock of hair from shielding her eyes. They were glossed with tears and her climax, and she was guarded again, but that he could handle. It seemed they’d reached an unspoken understanding, here and now.

She wasn’t about to get away anytime soon.

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