Page 107 of Twisted Legacy

I expected to have to bang on Thea’s door to get her to come out of her room after we broke off to change our clothes. She met the thirty-minute deadline Pax gave, but I’m not stupid enough to think she’s suddenly decided to be compliant. She’s got that look in her eye that says we’re probably gonna regret making her come along.

There are enough non-legacy students at the party that she can ignore us, but I’m still cognizant of where she’s standing, and what she’s doing. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to ignore her. I wonder how Pax manages to do it.

The compulsion to watch her is the reason I notice she’s walking away, dragging someone by the hand towards the cover of the trees behind us. I follow and watch as he kisses her, rubbing his hands up the sides of her body.

It makes sense now. Why she didn’t put up a fight. She came to a legacy party with the intention of doing the worst thing she can. Hooking up with someone who’s not a legacy. It’s a huge slap in our face.

I watch him slip his hand under her shirt, kneading at her breast. She’s not enjoying it. I see the tension in her body. The way he’s touching her. It’s too soft. Too delicate. My Rey likes to feel. I don’t know why she’s suffering through this. There are other ways to rebel.

I’m tired of watching. I step from behind the trees, making more noise than necessary. The guy takes one look at me, then runs off, knowing he crossed a line, touching a legacy. When Thea tries to do the same, I grab her arm and drag her even deeper into the woods, ignoring her protests, sucking in that first hint of fear.

I’ve been tolerant. I’ve been patient. Now, I’m pissed that she’s being so cavalier about her safety and letting a complete stranger put their hands on her. Her first mistake was walking off into the woods with someone she doesn’t know and letting him touch her out in the open, where anybody could see.

When I find a spot away from prying eyes, I trade out my hold on her arm for her throat. Before she can complain, I crash my lips against hers. Of course, she resists my kiss and tries to evade my mouth. That doesn’t stop me. I bite her cheek, her nose, whichever part of her face she turns my way.

“What are you doing, Holden? You can’t just interrupt my hookup.”

“I can, and Iwillevery damn time. You wanna fuck in the woods? I’m your guy.”

“I don’t want you.”

“Too bad, because I’m who you’re getting.” I wedge my leg between hers. “If you want someone else, you’ll have to get away from me.”

I ignore the rest of what she’s saying about not wanting to fuck me. She’s not trying to escape. I know her. I know what she needs and what she likes. She slaps at my hand, trying to push it away, but I work my hands into her pants, past the waistband of her panties, and jam my long middle finger into her dry cunt. “He wasn’t even doing enough to get you wet. Don’t worry, I’ll have you dripping in no time.”

I pull my hand out, spit on my fingers, then shove two of them inside her. The confines of her jeans making it a tight fit. The heel of my hand presses against her clit. It feels so good to be touching her the way I want to.

“Holden. My god.” She gasps around my hold on her throat.

“Oh baby, save the exaltation for when you’re on your knees worshipping me.”

I yank her to the ground, pinning her arms to her sides with my knees as I straddle her. I push her shirt up, exposing her tits. “No bra? It’s like you wanted me to have easy access or something.”

I pull out my dick and wedge it between her tits, smashing them together, and slide it back and forth, tapping her lips with the head every time I push forward.

“Open.” I don’t give her time to think about it. I help her along by tugging her nipple. When her lips part on a pant of air, I push my cock head past her lips. I groan when I brush along the roof of her mouth and feel the barest scrape of her teeth. Then pull out.

“Get up, get up.” She moves her head side to side, trying to prevent me from sliding into her mouth again.

“No.” I see the panic in her eyes, the fear because I’m pinning her down. But I’m not getting up. She doesn’t need to be scared of me. “Suck me, Rey. It’ll make you feel better.”

“A blow job makesyoufeel better.”

“Me rewarding you in the end will make you feel better.” I hold her head still and push in again, sliding against her velvety tongue. “Come on, let’s play. Suck me hard and deep into the back of your throat while I squeeze the life out of you.”

I pull out and squeeze her cheeks, forcing her jaws to hollow. “You need a little more lube on your tongue, so I don’t get stuck.”

I spit into her mouth, then stuff her with my cock again. “Our combined spit feels so good on my shaft.”

I drop more spit between the valley of her breasts, making the slide easier. I keep one hand on her throat, and rake the other through my hair, my eyes falling to half mast. God, her mouth feels so damn good. My balls are tightening up already.

I really need to stop denying myself like I’ve been doing. Now is as good a time as any to tell her we’re locked in from here on out. If I want to cum, she’s gonna give me whatever opening I want, and if she wants to cum, I’ll make her see stars. Any time, any place.

“It’s done, Thea. No more using other guys to stuff down your feelings and doing shit to help you numb the pain. I want you to embrace it. Feel it all. I’m your pain management from now on.”

I grab her arm, dragging it to my mouth and bite down on the skin at the bend of her elbow. “I’ll give it.” I kiss the same spot, sucking the flesh, soothing the sting of the bite with my tongue. “And I’ll take it away.” I go back to moving in and out of her mouth. “All you have to do is hang on for the ride.”

I pinch her nostrils and damn near spill down her throat when I push further into her mouth, preventing her from taking a decent breath of air.

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