Page 135 of Twisted Legacy

I feel his shoulder move. “Why don’t you?”

“Because I’m comfortable alone and sitting in silence. I don’t need a bunch of people around making unnecessary noise. Now your turn.”

“I’m blunt and people don’t know how to take that. I’m also usually the smartest person in the room, which makes them even more uncomfortable, and I don’t have time for stupidity or games.”

“But you like games.”

“I like the games I choose to play, and the ones where I make the rules. I like games I know I’ll win.”

He parts my legs and rolls on top of me. “There are so many games I can play with you. So many Iwillplay with you.”

When his hand brushes against my throat, I know he’s done talking. I stay still as he tightens his hold and leans down to kiss me, the way he did that first time. And just like that time, I get wet from the way his weight feels on top of me and the control he holds over my next breath. Holden’s kiss consumes my mouth. Demands control. For this game, I willingly give in.

He yanks my shirt up, latching around my nipple. My hips roll against him as my body comes alive under the assault of his mouth. I fist my pillow to keep from touching him.

He moves his attention to my other breast and slips his hands inside my panties, toying with my folds, running his finger through the wetness gathering there.

“You’re wet already? Did I wake you in the middle of a sexy dream, or is it the anticipation of our game that has you making such a mess around my fingers?”

He shoves his tongue in my mouth at the same time he shoves three fingers into me. I moan at the intrusion and clamp around his fingers, trying to keep them inside. He yanks his fingers out and shoves them in my mouth before kissing me again. I swirl my tongue around his fingers in tandem with his.

He pulls away, and stares down at me, darkness swirling in his gaze, before slowly climbing off the bed. I watch as he discards his clothes. A slow removal of each garment as he watches me, watching him.

I bite my lip, watching the strip tease. He gets to his pants, slowly unzipping them, and shoves them and his boxer briefs down to his feet. I get stuck on the sight of his cock bobbing free.

When Holden and I first met, I thought he was sweet and innocent. His quiet way of watching and speaking certainly lends to that fantasy. But, there’s nothing sweet or innocent about the way he’s looking at me, while he rolls a condom onto the length of his pierced cock. And somebody smack me, because even though I’ve had it in my mouth twice, I can’t stop staring at it.

I didn’t get a good look at it either of those times, but look my fill now. I swipe my hand across my mouth, in case I’m drooling, as I size his dick up trying to figure out the best way to play this. I’m being perfectly honest when I say I’m not sure it’ll fit.

My gaze sweeps across the rest of his body. Muscled perfection. Holden’s fucking jacked. Why he hides this magnificent body under baggy clothes is beyond my comprehension. Though I suppose skinny jeans won’t quite work if he’s trying to hide those thick thighs and his huge dick.

He calls my name softly, but I still don’t…can’tlook away. “Huh?”

“Would you rather watch another action movie until you fall back asleep?”

Now my gaze snaps to his. “A movie?”

“If you’ve changed your mind, I get it-”

I scramble out of bed, damn near vaulting into the air, and wrap my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey. The way I lock my arms around his neck, making it impossible for him to look away. I know he has issues with being touched, but he’s gonna deal with it for a few minutes before he splits me in two.

He grabs my ass, hoisting me a little higher. “I know people think I’m too big. I just-”

I nod. “It’s not a think. It’s a fact. Even right now, I’m worried it’s gonna get stuck between my pelvic bones. I haven’t changed my mind. This beast you’re swinging between your legs might literally tear me a new asshole, but I’m willing to take one for the team. I just need. Shit. Lube. All the lube. And you’ll have to give me a good stretch out, since it’s like the size of a fist.” Now his obsession with how many fingers I can take makes sense. “But. Nope. Not changing my mind.”

He gifts me with his rare heart-stopping smile, his gray eyes taking on the color of a storm cloud, and I can’t help but lean forward and kiss him. The beast between his legs twitches, letting me know he’s enjoying the kiss. And since I’m a shameless hussy, I grind against him, knowing I’m not even close to wet enough to take the tip of this thing.

He grips my hips, moving me up and down, dragging the seam of my panties along his length. Up and down. Up and down. A tingle ignites between my legs and I groan into his mouth.

His tongue tastes divine. Man can he kiss. I’m so caught up in the kiss that I don’t realize he’s moved my panties aside until he’s knuckles deep inside me. Two fingers stroking in and out. Then he adds a third, and it feels like he’s spread them in the Vulcan sign. I’m stretched, and it’s burning and good.

He walks us back over to the bed without breaking our connection until I’m lying flat against it. Slowly, he drags my panties down my legs. We’re not separated for long. He settles between my parted legs and applies just the right amount of pressure against my clit as he grinds against me. I’m gonna combust any second now.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and with one last thrust against him, I’m coming. My eyes fly open in the middle of my orgasm. I’m being stretched beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. Looking down, I see it’s literally just the tip. Instinct tells me to back away from the pain.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groans.

Fuck is right. I feel like I’m losing my virginity all over again. My voice is strained. “I told you, you wouldn’t fit.”

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