Page 43 of Twisted Knight

Ah, he liked it rough… not as rare as he might have thought it was.

“You cuddle against me. I feel your warm body against me and,” He sat up straighter. “I don’t usually respond to softness… Quite the contrary. I want the tears, the fear.”

I was stung by his revelation but tried to keep my face as impassive as possible. He was looking at me, trying to see the disgust he expected and maybe even wanted to see there.

I knew what he was not saying; of course I did. He liked to role-play and not just any role, he craved non-con.

I nodded. “Why do you?”

He stood up briskly and turned around, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Don’t start playing your psychologist crap on me. Don’t try to be my doctor.”

I stood up slowly, standing a few steps from him. “Lord, no, I don’t want to be your doctor.”

He gave me a small, snarky smile. “Too messed up?”

I shook my head. “No, because the feelings I have for you would be frowned upon by the board.”

“What are you saying?”

The apprehension I felt now, as my heart started to hammer in my chest, felt the same as when I went base jumping and it was quite fitting, come to think of it. I was free jumping now on an emotional level and it was so much more terrifying.

“I’m a therapist, yes, but I'm a woman first.” I took a deep breath. “A woman attracted to you in ways she’d never been to anyone else. A woman who came here to start fresh, take a break from anything with a penis and be herself and who fell right under the spell of Dom! A woman who is obsessed with you…” There, it was out.

He looked at me with a frown, his jaw set. He looked both offended and angry at my words.

“It’s what you deserve for making me obsessed with you.” His voice was lower, and despite the accusations in it, I could hear the heat. “For cracking my fucking chest open and seeping through the cracks of the little peace of mind I had left.”

That was one way to admit our attraction to each other. It was weird and really backward, but I suspected a relationship between us would be like that.

He thought he was a lost cause—that much was clear—but that was not the case. His body had responded to me and there had been no roughness, no pain. He was not broken. He could find pleasure in other parts of sex; he just needed to know that.

I took a step toward him. “Do you trust me, Dom?”

He looked down at me, his dark eyes a pit of doubt. “I shouldn’t.”

“Not my question.”

“I do, Lord knows I shouldn’t, but I do.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward my bedroom. I was always overthinking everything and it never really worked out for me.

I felt a visceral attraction for Dom, almost felt it from the moment I met him, and he admitted feeling the same? I had to go with my gut for once and even if it didn’t lead to anything, then what? I’d be leaving eventually.

“India, I can’t,” he said softly, but his actions contradicted his words as he followed me. “It won’t work. Not the way I’d like for it to work.”

Once we were in my room, I turned around and met his troubled eyes.

“I want you, Dom.”

He took a sharp intake of breath. “That’s not the problem, India. I—”

I rested my fingers against his lips to stop him. “Do you want me?” I asked, running my hand slowly down his muscular chest, hooking my finger on his leather belt.

“More than my next breath,” he admitted, leaning down almost in spite of himself and barely brushing his soft lips against mine.

I pressed my lips against his, taking the leap and initiating the kiss we were both craving.

He brought his hand to the back of my head, deepening the kiss, his tongue dominating as he explored me in a consuming way. The rich alcohol taste of his mouth was almost as intoxicating as his kiss.

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