Page 42 of Twice as Twisted

He turns on his heel and walks out, slamming the heavy freezer door behind him.

“Shit,” I say, rubbing my arms, which are already covered in goosebumps. “Are we locked in here?”

Mabel doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with glassy eyes. I go back to the moment we saw her outside, when I took in the sight I’ve waited for all this time, longed for, gone mad for. Baron told me he’s been watching her through cameras, and he offered to let me look, but I didn’t want to. I wanted it to be real when I saw her. I wanted time to savor it, to savor her, in the flesh.

I haven’t laid eyes on her in two years. Everything else was forgotten when my gaze finally landed on the small, waifish figure that was so familiar and yet, so far gone. A body Iremember like it’s my own, every inch explored, and yet, I can’t remember exactly how her skin felt under my palms, how it was different from every other body I’ve touched, why I still crave it when I can’t even recall the name or face or body of any girl since.

I want to remember.

I want to lick up the popsicle juice pooling around us because it’s been inside her, drink it off the floor like a man dying of thirst; I want to roll in it, to gather it in buckets and dump it over my head, letting it shower over me, bathe me in blood. I want to lick it off her thighs drop by drop, suck every last drop from her cunt like I will never get enough. And when it’s gone, I want to tasteher,to hear her whimper and beg, to feel her cum spread over my tongue like honey and listen to her sighs of bliss until she can’t hold back the words she really wants to say.

I crawl toward her. She whimpers, cowering away, curling tighter into a ball. When I reach the puddle around her, it only looks like it’s still liquid, slick and red. It’s slippery ice under the heel of my hand. But I’m not afraid of being locked in here. Baron will get us out. And if for some reason he doesn’t… I have Mabel to keep me warm. If we die, we die together, and that’s all anyone can ask for—to die in the arms of the one they love.

“Mabel,” I say, reaching for her. “My little fairy.”

She lets out a squeak and arches away, as if she can’t bear the thought of my fingers on her, touching her. I forgot she hated that. We ignored it so thoroughly, touched every inch of her a hundred times, that I thought she’d gotten over it. But maybe she hasn’t.

When I reach for her again, she scrambles into the corner, pressing her back to the shelves and drawing her knees up. I can see her pussy, bare and leaking red juice, between her ankles andthe Mary-Jane shoes she wears. My cock stiffens, and my head spins.

I lunge for her. She screams, kicking out at me viciously. Her foot slams into my quad, and pain shoots up my leg, but it doesn’t stop me. My demon revels in her hitching breaths, in the panic-stricken realization on her ashen face. But he’s not the type to savor slowly.

I grab her ankle and yank it aside, hauling her forward at the same time. She slides on the metal floor, her eyes flying wide, and then she’s under me. I fall on her, pinning her in place.

I’m not ready for the sensation. Touching her is peeling my skin back, exposing every raw nerve; it’s grabbing a live wire with a bare, wet hand. I hear her shocked inhalation at the same moment I suck in a sharp breath. In a single moment, everything stops. The clamoring demon inside me, my brother leaving us with unknown intent, her brother halfway across the country with his damning mouth that feels like nirvana and sounds like every fear I can’t admit to even myself. Touching her makes it all disappear, and I’m glad. I want it all to go away.

For that one moment, everything is calm, still, right. I remember exactly how she’s different, what she gives me, and what I’d give for it.

“Please,” she begs, her body trembling against mine, a delicate spiderweb. And like a web, she’s caught me, trapped me here with her.

“It’s okay,” I mutter, reaching between us to undo my belt.

“Duke, no,” she cries, starting to struggle again, harder this time. It only makesmeharder, feeling her give it everything she has, knowing it’s as hopeless as her attempt to start over without us. There was never any world in which Baron wouldn’t find her. He may have been quieter about it, but he was asdevastated as I was. Seeing what it did to him was the only thing harder than her leaving.

“I’m sorry,” I say, shoving down the front of my boxers to free my cock.

“No,” she cries again, louder this time, her voice desperate. “Please, Duke!”

“I know,” I say, kissing her cold cheek, bracing my elbow on the floor above her shoulder while I notch the head of my cock to her entrance.

She lets out a strangled sob. “Don’t,” she chokes out. “Please.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again, gripping my shaft in one hand while I grind my hips forward, forcing past her resistance. The tightness of her cunt sends a shockwave rolling through my entire body. Fuck, I want to cum before I’m even inside her. Her pussy is still cold from the popsicle, wet and sticky. A low groan of pleasure rumbles through me, and I force in another inch, drawing a shuddering sob from her.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I say, drawing out and then pushing back in another inch. “I’ve missed this so much. No one takes me quite like you, little fairy.”

I fuck in and out of her entrance, looking down to watch her pussy stretched wide around my girth. Under me, she’s quaking, tears spurting from her eyes. She braces her palms on my chest, trying to push me back. I knock them away and drive in another inch, needing to be inside her with a madness that’s making it hard to go slow for her. I want to be buried balls deep in the clench of her cunt, to feel her break around me. I thrust again, more erratically, desperate to get in deeper, where she’s locking me out.

She chokes in pain, her breath catching. New tears stream from her eyes, and I lean down, kissing them from her cold, wet cheeks, licking them up like syrup. “It’s okay, baby,” I say. “Justrelax and let me in. You can do it. You’ve taken me before. You’re doing so fucking good.”

I drive in another inch, and a high, keening sound tears from her. I drag my cock back and thrust in again. Her walls clamp down on me, and I moan and do it again, and again, gripping her thigh to keep her in place while I impale her, one inch at a time.

“Stop,” she manages through her sobs. “You’re hurting me.”

“I know, baby,” I say, kissing her forehead, her wet eyelids. “I know it hurts. But it feels so fucking good. Just relax for me, and it’ll feel good for you too. Can you do that? Let me in,mia cara.I have to feel you taking all of me.”

She nods tearfully, trying to be brave. I reward her by fucking half of my length in and out of her wet cunt until she relaxes a little, and I can feel her wetness coating me along with the sticky popsicle juice. I give her another inch, and then another, until she curls in on herself, gripping her midsection.

“I can’t,” she sobs. “You’re too big.”

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