Page 116 of Twisted Play
“I—” As kind as his words were, I knew he didn’t mean them. He couldn’t. They were the same as the praise he and Cole offered me during sex—hot, filthy, but ultimately meaningless when they continued to treat me like a toy.
“Kitten,” Tristan growled, his eyes darkening. “Who do you belong to?”
I bit my lip, looking anywhere but at him.
He sat up in the bed, pulling me to him so our torsos pressed together, each movement drawing a whine from me as it changed the position of his cock inside me, rubbing those delicious piercings against my insides.
“Who, Eva?”
He wrapped his huge hands around the cheeks of my ass and gripped me tightly, his fingers digging into the welts from yesterday’s punishment. I yelped with pain, and he winced but didn’t let me go. “I don’t like inflicting pain likeCole seems to,” Tristan said. “But if that’s what I have to do to get through to you, that’s what I’ll do.”
“No,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his. “You don’t.” I didn’t want him to change to give me something he thought I wanted.
He relaxed his hold and brought one hand up to push a lock of hair out of my face.
“I don’t know how to communicate this any more clearly to you. I want you, Eva, exactly how you are. When I ask how I got so damn lucky, I mean it. I’ll take you however I can get you—with Cole, blackmailing you, whatever it fucking takes. Do not doubt for a moment how much I want you.”
Could he mean it? Could this gorgeous god of a man really mean he wanted me as I was, not as I wished I was—thinner, prettier, richer?
I steeled my heart against the fear of taking the risk, set my hands on his shoulders, and pushed. He grinned as he dropped backward onto the bed.
“Fuck yeah, kitten. Show me what you got.”
Experimentally, I shifted my hips, keeping my eyes on his and refusing to think about the rest of my body, how my belly jiggled with each movement. Oh damn, he felt fucking good.
“Just like that, kitten,” he rasped. “Do that again.”
I did, again and again until I’d found a rhythm, my back arching as I rode him.
“That’s so fucking good, kitten. Don’t stop,” Tristan gasped. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like that, a goddess come to earth to take her pleasure.”
I moaned at his words and closed my eyes, imagining myself as the goddess he described.
“No, kitten. Watch me while you fuck me,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly. “Open your eyes.”
His golden eyes met mine, glowing in the morning light. “C’mere, kitten. Lean on me.”
I leaned forward and placed my hands on his pecs. Oh fuck, the new position felt good.
“There you go,” he said, urging me higher, faster, harder.
“Help me, please,” I pleaded, unable to find the rhythm I needed to get myself off.
“Fuck yes,” he said, bucking his hips up into me. Together, we fucked, eyes locked on each other, until I couldn’t bear it any longer. “Tristan, please,” I begged.
“I have you, Eva,” he promised and slid a hand between us, circling his fingers around my clit. “I promise.”
“Tristan!” I cried as I climaxed, pleasure jolting through my limbs until I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and collapsed against his chest as he shouted my name and came inside me.
I laid on top of him, covered in sweat, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. He held one hand at the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair, scratching my scalp in slow, comforting movements.
“Goddess,” Tristan murmured. “Aphrodite risen from the sea, Athena waging war against Ares, Hera—soft and sweet, keeping the hearth for Zeus to come home to.”
I snorted against his shoulder, indulging in the comfort of his touch for a few more minutes before facing the reality of our situation.
“I’m not sure that’s quite how the story goes for Hera.”
“Hush,” he said and kissed my forehead. “You’re my goddess, and I say it’s so. Now, I believe Cole said we were taking you shopping today?”
