Page 42 of Twisted

“I’ll not raise a hand to ya, remember, Mais?” he growled. Quick, repentant, she nodded, tears thickening in her throat.

“Same goes for you, baby. I like a level playing field outside of the bedroom.”

Another whimper escaped as her stomach further dropped and what felt to be electric currents zapped through her, centering in her core. She could feel it clench, aching to be filled, grasping at nothing and begging for something. For pain. For pleasure. She didn’t care how he took her, as long as he did.

“Apologize,” he ground out.

“I’m…s-sorry,” she muttered. He gave a curt nod, eyes tight with restraint. He wanted her just as badly, but he was holding off, a masochist enjoying his own prolonged torment.

“I expect you to lash out, baby doll. You’ve got your demons. But ya know what?” he said, voice lowering at the end as he leaned in, close enough that his lips barely brushed hers. Nipples hardening on contact, she made a strangled noise of question in the back of her throat.

“Mine are worse, and they’re fuckin’ starvin’.”

Hoisting her up and over his shoulder as she squeaked, he stomped to the bedroom, the dripping coffee abandoned as her gut writhed and wriggled like a worm on a hook. He tossed her onto the plush bed, and despite her aching ankle, she scrambled backward and away. Hand encircling her good ankle, he gave a sharp yank, pulling her back toward him and the end of the bed.

Warring between her desire and her conscience, she thrashed and kicked out, clawing at him and growling. He was relentless as always, though, and before long he had her pinned beneath his lithe body, her ass on the edge of the bed and him between her legs. Trapping her wrists, he grinned down at her, both of them breathless from the struggle. Glaring up at him, she arched her back and tried to unseat him, but to no avail, his deep, rumbling chuckle proof of that.

“When ya gonna learn, baby?”

“Get…off…me…” she growled. He was still pissed; she could see it in his eyes, in the way his hold was unrelenting and no longer teasing.

“Not until you learn to trust me, Maisie. Let ya have a say in whatever the fuck you want after this, but right now, your job is to obey so I can save your pretty little ass.”

“I can save my own ass!”

His grip tightened another degree as his eyes darkened a deeper shade. She felt frustrated tears prick, and a thrill of fear at her slipping control, but in that same moment, her body began to sing. Startled realization hit her square in the chest; he liked the chase, the hunt and the conquest, and she…she liked being his target, his prey. With him, it wasn’t a game, and though she knew that, another part of her surrendered to his will, no matter the pain she’d endure. She wanted to be pursued by a relentless man, and here he was.

“You’re mistaken there, baby doll,” he said with a grin, tugging down his shorts, allowing his thick shaft to be free of the confines of fabric. Her wide eyes drank him in, and she stilled as his wide palm and long fingers curled around his cock, giving a few slow strokes. God, what a sight to see, his twisting veins like ribbed ridges, his head a soft pinkish purple and already leaking in desire. His abs were taut, tapering down into a perfect V to frame the monster between his legs.

Another one of his trademark chuckles met her ears, and her eyes flicked up to his, her bottom lip pinched tight between her teeth to prevent a glorious moan at the sight of him so eager for her. She’d never taken a cock so thick, so long, so hard before. Aching with the memories of the previous day, she tried in vain to press her thighs together, feeling the cool rush of wind from the open window against her slick arousal.

“Think I remember sayin’ bad girls don’t get to come, Mais.”

Her glare turned icy. He was going to deny her pleasure? That, of all things, hurt the worst. She’d rather take his belt across her ass until she went blind from tears. She’d rather the ball and gag were still between her teeth.

“So we’re gonna work on bein’ good, right?”

Hateful, she wanted to push him away for the control he held over her.

“I ain’t yours, and I ain’t gonna be good for a man ever again,” she spat. She watched as his jaw clenched tight, whimpered when his hold on her became painful.

“You are gonna be good for me, baby. Wanna know why?” he growled. Struggling, her control fleeing in the presence of his dominance, she cried out against him, her angry tears finally slipping.

Smoothing his free hand up her thigh, she shivered, trying to kick him away, but those deft fingers settled over her dripping core. Before she could form a rational thought, he plunged two thick fingers into her cunt up to the hilt, and her neck arched as a sigh of relief left her lips. Thumb slowly dragging through her wetness over her clit, her entire body buzzed, her climax already visible on the horizon.

“This is why,” he said, pumping his fingers, releasing her wrists as a moan escaped her lips. “You want me, baby. I see it in your eyes, see it in the way you come. You like the pain, huh?”

Through gritted teeth, she gave the bastard her answer.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll give you pain.”

“Wha—”

Her eyes flashed open as he withdrew his fingers, his hands pushing her thighs further apart before cupping her ass and lifting, pulling her even closer to the edge of the bed.

“Jaeger—”

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