Page 68 of Twisted Legacy

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

My brain short circuits at the change in his tone and the soft way he’s touching me. He bites his lip, shyly smiling down at me. My stomach flips, warmth spreads through my belly from being gifted with such a sweet look on his face. What the hell is wrong with me? Feeling warm and tingly is not a normal reaction after everything that just happened.

Did I hit my head? I must have. I don’t want to be here, don’t want to play whatever game he has in mind, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to make my body move. I’ve never seen Holden smile, and I’m caught. Trapped. Enthralled in the snare of his beautiful face. I don’t come back to my senses until he pops the button on my jeans and shoves his hand inside my panties, dragging his finger between my slit. “I think you’re gonna have fun with me, too.”

The shock of his touch activates my fight response. I thrash around trying to buck him off of me. He shifts to the side. Half of his body leans on me, one hand’s at my throat, and the other works my pants down my legs. I hear the strain on the waistband of my panties as he yanks them to the side, before slipping a finger inside me with ease.

“You’re wet, already? I knew you would be.”

I’m horrified that I’m finding him even the slightest bit attractive right now after he hunted me through a creepy ass cemetery and the woods, and threw me to the ground multiple times. I turn my head, not wanting him to see that I’m reacting to him.

“Oh no, don’t hide it. I want to see every emotion. The disgust, the confusion, and the surrender.”

He slides two fingers inside me and scissors them as he moves them in and out. He never removes his hand from my throat and never stops looking at my face. I’m trying to fight my body’s reaction to him and what he’s doing. I can’t fight him.

He’s immobilized me with his hand around my neck and my fear. Is it fear? I’m so confused about what I’m feeling. If I’m scared, then why do his fingers feel so good?

“You hear that sound, Thea? Hear how wet you are for me? Your pussy is slopping all over my fingers. I’m at two.” He gives me a quizzical look. “Can you take more?”

I shake my head no. Why am I even answering him?

“I think you can.” He smiles. The dark glint in his eyes is at odds with the analytical way he’s talking to me. “How many can you take? Three, four? My whole hand?”

My pussy clenches around his fingers. “Fuck, your greedy cunt wants more. Do you think it’ll hurt when I stretch you?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I dare. I totally dare.”

He adds another finger to join the first two. Three of them, moving inside me.Oh god.It burns and I whimper at the stretch.

“You’re a trooper. Thea. I can do more. Do you want more? I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is beg. ”

I’ll play this game just to get free. “Stop, please stop.” I whimper. The broken sound is familiar to my ears. I made it before. I made it that night. I have a flash of a memory of being on my back and imagine the pressure of a body holding me down. I can almost remember how I felt. The full memory is just out of my grasp. The nausea in my stomach is mixed up with this desire for him to continue.

“Do you really want me to?” He leans closer, capturing my gaze, then shakes his head. “No, I don’t think that’s what you really want, and I don’t want to stop. I’m gonna keep going and add another finger.”

My throat hurts, my voice comes out in a strangled whisper. “It’s. It’s too much.”

“I know.” He does as he said and adds another digit. I’m full and aching. No longer able to hold back the groan of pleasure that’s been building. “Mmm.” He purrs. “Almost, there.”

“Please, no more. I can’t.”

“You can. You’re gonna look so pretty when you cum. I just know it.”

He releases my throat and shoves my shirt up. His head dips down, and he latches onto the soft flesh of my side, biting me on the skin below my ribcage. The area where the ugliest bruise on my torso was. The area I was likely hit repeatedly as I tried to protect my injured arm. Pain slices through me and I give him what he wants. I scream. His teeth locked on my skin hurts like a sonofabitch.

He lifts his head. “Yes, Yes! That’s it.” He pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them in my mouth, cutting off my cries. “Suck them clean.” He rasps.

He’s crazy if he thinks I’m gonna suck his fingers like this is a normal hookup. I go to bite down on his fingers, but before I can, his mouth is against mine, in a weird ass kiss.

His fingers are between our lips, his tongue slips in and out and around his hand, and mine follows. What the hell am I doing? This isn’t right. He removes his hand from my mouth and pins my arms down with his knees before freeing himself from his jeans.

“Don’t do this. You don’t want to do this.”

The look on his face says there’s nothing he wants more than this. His hand returns to my throat, his fingers flexing against it, until he finally settles on the amount of pressure he wants. I’m struggling to breathe. He settles between my legs and grinds his erection against me. His free hand pinching and twisting the spot where he bit me.

My mouth falls open, but I’m unable to make a sound as the pain ricochets through my body. But that’s not enough for him. He pushes my bra up and latches onto my nipple. I can’t keep back the tears as he suckles and bites at it and the surrounding area of my breast. He raises his head to look at my face and groans, taking pleasure in my misery.

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