Page 63 of Twice as Twisted

“No,” she says slowly. “Loving you did. Because of what you did to me, I will never feel love. I will never feel safe. I will never feel whole.”

A flash of anger rises in me, the urge to lash out, defend myself, punish her for hurting me back, even though that would only make it worse. I battle down the demon and nod, releasing her hand. “Time will change your mind.”

She shakes her head, her big, grey-blue eyes sad. “Some things can’t be changed. They can’t be undone. Don’t you get it, Duke? I’ll never heal from what you did to me. We’ll never be together the way you imagine.”

Her words remind me too much of something her brother said to me before we left, and my irritation builds. Fuck Colt Darling. He doesn’t know anything, and neither does Mabel.

“We’re together now,” I point out.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and she reaches out, her small, soft fingers grazing my cheek. Before I can react, she rolls over, turning her back to me and pulling the blanket further to her side in the process.

I roll onto my back, throw my arm over my eyes, and stew.

What right does she have to say she can’t love me? She thinks she’s too special for me. I bet she loves Baron, though. I bet she thinks he’s special enough. They probably think they’re twin flames, but I’m hisrealtwin. If she can love anyone, it should be me. Everybody loves me. Everybody except, apparently, her.

I don’t see why. I’ve been good to her. I make her feel good, make her laugh. I always made sure she had fun, that she liked whatever we did. I made her cum, even when she begged me not to.

Except tonight, Baron took that from me. Tonight, he did it. That’s supposed to be my job.

Baron never makes her cum. He doesn’t want her to feel good. He likes to hurt her.

If he’s going to be the one making her cum now, then what am I here for? If he takes the one thing I’m good at, they won’t need me at all.

I kick off the blanket and stare at the ceiling.

My brother doesn’t like to give pleasure. He made her cum tonight, and it ruined it for him. That’s why he’s in the basement right now. He didn’t get his fix. It sounds like he’s beating Jane with a shoe. Maybe a belt. He might fuck her afterwards, or inflicting pain might be enough. That’s what really gets him off. A dick is just another weapon for him, a way to cause pain. It’s not the only way, though.

Maybe that’s why he needs her, so he doesn’t go too far with Mabel. But Mabel won’t like that. She likes to be special, like me. I think about telling her what the noises are, telling her what he’s doing right now. I wonder what she’d do.

But when I whisper her name in the dark, she doesn’t answer.

She needs a reminder of who always made her feel good, and just how much fun we can have together. I roll over and get a little baggie from the drawer, dumping some of the blue pearls that Baron makes into my palm. I swallow two, then consider putting one back. Mabel doesn’t do drugs, so she’s a lightweight. But a couple won’t hurt her, even if one would do the job. Two will make sure she’s compliant as well as high as a kite and hornyas a lioness in heat. I read somewhere that those things fuck like twenty times a day.

I put the two pearls in my mouth to wet them, then roll towards her and spit them into my palm with plenty of saliva. I slip my hand under the blanket, finding her bare ass. I slide my finger down her slit. Her pussy is swollen and hot, and my cock stirs. I push one of the pearls slowly inside her, resisting the urge to moan aloud at the hot squeeze of her cunt around my finger. I fuck it slowly in and out, getting harder with each pass. She shifts and murmurs something in her sleep.

I grind my palm against her ass, cupping the other pearl. Dragging my finger from her pussy, I notch the wet little bead in the dip of her asshole. Then, slowly, I sink my finger in. Her ass is even tighter, and though that’s usually Baron’s territory, he’s not here right now. I slide my finger in and out, in and out. I can feel the pearls start to swirl through my system, and I get more insistent, pumping into Mabel’s ass, trying not to think about Colt doing this to me.

Then it’s all I can think about, and I add another finger, and I’m so hard. I notch the head of my bare cock to her ass, forcing inside. She lets out a squeal and starts to struggle, pulling off me.

“Baron, don’t,” she cries, her voice scratchy from sleep.

“It’s Duke,” I growl, and I roll her onto her stomach, my chest bearing down on her back.

She struggles again, and I kiss her ear, her neck. “Just relax,mia amata,” I say. “Let me make you feel good.”

I slide a hand under her, massaging her pussy, her clit. She whimpers, her hips jerking. “What did you do to me?” she asks, alarm and panic in her voice.

“I just made sure you’d feel as good as you make me feel,” I say, skimming my lips along her shoulder. Her skin feelslike silk, like wonder and miracles. That’s how I know I’m in wonderland. “Don’t you feel good?”

I slip my finger into her slit, and she gets it wet, even while she’s still resisting. The Alice will take her to wonderland too, whether she wants it to or not. It will make her stop protesting and start begging to be fucked soon enough.

Dad said a girl’s refusal doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to fuck. Girls just play hard to get because they think it’s cute to pretend they don’t enjoy sex like men do. But they do. If a girl gets wet, that means I’m making her feel good. If she cums, that means she wanted to fuck, even if she denies it. That’s what he said the first time, when he brought over two girls from our school and said Baron and I couldn’t leave the room until we were real men and they weren’t virgins anymore.

When I push into Mabel, she struggles again. “It hurts,” she whimpers, trying to free herself. I push in deeper, groaning with pleasure at her tightness.

“I know,” I say, pulling out and pushing in deeper this time. “But it feels like fucking heaven to me. I can’t help myself, baby. I’ve been waiting so long for this. Just relax and let me in.”

“Please, Duke,” she begs.

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