Page 36 of Twisted

And so they drank. And talked, seating themselves in the living room by the fire as the wind outside rustled the leaves. The hours ticked by as Maisie let the poor man share all of the dirtiest secrets of their marriage. She wanted to be surprised, but after dealing with Linds for years, she’d slowly begun to withdraw from that friendship and all the drama it presented.

A steady buzz thrumming through them both, their sorrow soon turned to crude jokes about how they could make their spouses believe they’d contracted some STD.

Maisie leaned back, head resting on the stiff portion of their fancy couch, Randy next to her with knees spread and one hand still clutching his empty glass. Letting out a heavy sigh, he set it aside and rubbed his face again. Her eyes slipped closed, her heart thumping a happy rhythm; she could divorce Carter and still make a life for herself, now. It was all going to work out, she could feel it—

But then, she felt something else. His heavy, clammy hand on her knee. Her eyes shot open, her cheeks flushing even more with a trickle of fear. She wasn’t attracted to Randy, and tonight hadn’t been an invitation to swap spouses. She’d only had pity for the man.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Maisie. Carter should appreciate you more,” he said, his voice husky. She peeked up at him, worrying her lip as she absentmindedly gave a nod, her mind more focused on the heavy hand still caressing her bare knee. She was wearing only her robe, and she now felt exposed, her trust in him wavering.

Randy turned before Maisie could respond, his torso fully facing her, his dark eyes returning the light of the fire.

“Always complained about you wanting sex constantly. Said you’re too wet for him.”

Stunned, Maisie licked her lips and pulled her legs away from his reach.

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate topic, Randy.”

“Why? He’s out fucking my wife. Who gives a shit what we talk about?”

“Randy…you’re angry, and I get it, trust me, but—”

But her words were cut short as he scooted closer, until she was trapped by his body and the arm of the couch. Her heart thumped harder. He wouldn’t do anything. He wouldn’t cross Carter like that…right?

“Maisie, Maisie, so damn sexy. Carter doesn’t appreciate you enough, not like I would.”

Maisie made a strangled noise of disgust.

“This ain’t wife-swap, Randy. Soon as I confront Carter, I’m leavin’ and I plan on bein’ alone,” she growled. He chuckled, his drunk eyes dancing with fire.

“Just be bad for me, Maisie. He told me you’ll take it any way you can get it. That you’re a horny bitch.”

Tears pricked her eyes as fire jolted her veins.

“Fuck off,” she growled, moving to stand. He reached for her, surprisingly fast, his thick fingers curling around her slender throat, and she gasped as he pushed back, pressing her down and shifting quickly until she was beneath him. His body was heavy and strong and hot, and Maisie let out a strangled cry, lashing out and clawing at his face.

“Told me you liked to put up a fight sometimes. Said it was a game you played. You like role play, baby?”

“No! No, Randy!” she rasped, seeing the devil in his eyes. Had Carter really said that to him? Did Randy think this was all some perverted fantasy of hers?

Her cries and pleas were met by his dark laughter.

“He’s fucking my wife? How’s he going to like it when he finds out I fucked his?”

Maisie bucked her hips and thrashed, but he weighed too much. Flipping up the end of her robe, she felt a rush of air against her bare mound, and she fought all the harder.

“Randy! Stop, we can talk this out—”

But he was too determined, too hell-bent on revenge.

“Gonna take my sweet ass time with you tonight, Maisie. All night. All day tomorrow. You won’t take a step without remembering where I’ve been,” he sneered.

Still fighting, still kicking and clawing, Maisie felt him, hard and eager right at her core. The storm outside picked up, raging through the trees and down the empty streets as her screams were swept away on the wind.

Maisie

Present Day

Maisie stared off into space, so exhausted that all her worst memories were clamoring to be the ones played on a loop in her fucked up mind. Jaeger had coaxed her inside, had sat her on the bathroom counter while he let the warm water heat up in the shower. She supposed it took a while with such an old unit, out here in the sticks.

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