Page 136 of Twisted Legacy

He kisses me again, waiting for me to relax. Stroking the side of my hip like he’s not one-eighth of the way inside me. “God, just this little bit is already the best thing I’ve ever felt.” He kisses me again. “Thank you.”

My heart constricts, knowing he’s probably always had issues with women, starting with his lack of interaction, and ending with his kink. At first glance, it looks like Holden’s awkward and misses major social cues, but I can see that’s a very narrow view. He has huge fucking trust issues and a low tolerance for bullshit. I don’t blame him. It’s their loss, anyway. Holden has a pierced monster peen.

“I’m sorry we don’t fit. I really wanted to.”

He leans forward, brushing his nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss that melts a smidgeon of ice around my heart. His hips flex and I arch against him as he pushes his way in another inch. “I’ll fit. I’ll take my time until I’m balls deep, and you feel like you’re breaking apart, but I promise you’ll love every minute of it.”

After several slow thrusts of his hips, he slides all the way home. He’s definitely touching my cervix. I’m breathing heavily and so is he. But he holds himself still, like we’re cuddling. His nose, buried in the crook of my neck, adds to the illusion.

“I never thought I’d find someone who’d be willing to try. At least not sober.”

“What?” I gasp. Damn, it’s hard to breathe. Is this thing in my chest? “Fuck those girls. You’re incredible. Funny. Smart. So sweet when you want to be, and built like one of those Olympic gods.”

“But I don’t always talk or act the way people expect. If I were different… I try to be different.”

“No!” I grab his face. “Never change. Never conform or dumb yourself down for approval. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

This time, our kiss is fierce. Nipping, biting, dueling tongues. He slides back, then snaps his hips forward, driving me into the mattress, and all I can do is hang on. He shifts, putting one leg over his shoulder, and I see stars.

“That’s it. Let me in.”

In? He’s already impossibly deep. Any further, he’ll be inside my uterus.

“Look at that. All pink and stuffed by me.”

I chance a look andwow. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, watching him disappear inside me. I look up to watch his face. It’s a blend of concentration, ecstasy and pride. Scratch that. His face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

It comes out of nowhere. The need for him to move harder. Faster. I plant my foot on the bed and rock up to meet him. He growls, and it’s then that I realize just how much control he’s been holding on to. The bed slams furiously against the wall, our moans mixing. He suddenly stops moving and pulls away. It takes a minute to come out of my haze.

“What’s wrong?” I look between his legs. He’s still hard, so he didn’t blow too fast. And if he did, I wouldn’t care.

“This was a mistake. I can’t…”

I push myself up on my elbows, trying to figure out what’s got him so twisted up. “Holden. What’s happening? Did you change your mind?”

That’ll be a first for me. I’d hate it, but I wouldn’t like, force him to finish. He clenches his teeth and shakes his head. “Then why’d you stop?”

A shadow crosses his face. “I wanna hurt you, Thea.”

I remember him holding me down in the woods and how he promised to hurt me, make me bleed. I was appalled at the idea, but now I’m curious about what that really means. He’s already stuffed my throat like a turkey on Thanksgiving and bitten my side hard enough to leave marks. He’s had his hand on my throat, and fingered me so hard I’ve leaked tears. None of the things he’s done were painful. Unless you count clamping my nipples when he had me strapped to the table during that stupid ass chastity vow prank. I thought that was Pax’s call, but now I know that’s more Holden’s thing.

“I’m not some fragile thing. I can take a hard fuck.” Lying back down, I say, “Do you want to hold me down while you fuck me, Holden?”

“Yes.”

“What else?” I drag my hand across my throat, down between the valley of my breast and lower still until I reach the juncture of my thighs. He tracks the movement. The way he’s looking at me sets my body on fire.

“I want to wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze.”

“So what’s stopping you from doing that? I’ve let you before.” I spread my legs in invitation. “My pussy’s feeling really empty. Why don’t you come over here and fix that for me?”

His eyes darken in disapproval. Oh, he doesn’t like being told what to do. Let’s see what it takes for him to shed whatever remaining chains he’s got on him, keeping him from showing me the real him. I got a glimpse after his fight, but that guy is buried deep again. I dip a finger into my pussy. “I said get over here and service me.”

He stalks over to me and grabs me by the throat, lifting my upper body from the bed. “You don’t tell me what to do with this cunt.”

He flips me over onto my stomach, pushing my face into the mattress. “Your bratty ass mouth and greedy cunt are gonna be the death of you.”

His other hand yanks my hips back, forcing me to get to my knees, presenting my ass to him. The patience he afforded me to adjust to his length before is long gone. He slams into me, holding onto the back of my neck, holding me in place.

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