Page 106 of Twisted (Never After)
I bite back the amusement that’s trying to break through the rage, my cock hardening from the way her body is squirming against me. I adjust my hold on her, walking her backward, energy wrapping around us like a rope and pulling tight until it’s hard to breathe.
Her back slams against the closed door and I press myself flush to her, the soft curves of her body fitting perfectly against the hard planes of mine, separated only by her arms, which are being held in my grasp between us.
Dipping down, I rest my lips against hers, not kissing, just existing in the same place, her breaths becoming my oxygen.If I stand here for long enough, I wonder if I could fill myself with her.
“I’m no good for you, gattina. I bribe and blackmail and kill. I will hurt you. Ihavehurt you.”
“I don’t care,” she whispers. “I forgive you.”
Shaking my head, frustrated that she doesn’t get the point, I move her hands until they’re above her head, pressing them tightly into the wood of the door. Her chest brushes against my torso, moving in and out with her unsteady breaths of air.
“You should,” I reply. “That boy out there, he’s got history with you that I’ll never have. Moments that will forever live in your memory, snapshots you’ve taken to freeze the feeling for when you start to forget.” I press my lips to hers, drowning myself in the torture of almost tasting her the way I crave. “He’s got all your firsts, and that’s something I won’t ever get. But I don’t want them,” I whisper against her mouth. “I don’t care to have your awkward moments or your shaky promises and your fumbling hands. And do you know why?”
“No,” she breathes, her eyes glossing over with tears.
“Because I don’t love you like he does.”
She whimpers, twisting her head away. I drop one of her hands, ignoring the way she immediately tries to shove me back, and I grip her cheek tightly, angling her so I can press my face against the side of hers, my lips ghosting across her jaw. I’m pinning her to the door with my body, and her hands are fisting the fabric of my shirt, clenching and releasing, like she can’t decide if she wants to drag me closer or push me away.
“My love for you is dangerous.”
A heavy breath whooshes from her mouth, a tear rolling from her eye, dripping over the back of my knuckles. I move, pressing a kiss to her wet cheek to soak up her cries.
“I would kill anyone who looked at you. Anyone who dared to evenbreathetoo close.”
Her body shakes against mine.
“I want your blood and your anger and your violence and your lust.” My thumb brushes against her bottom lip. “I want your smiles and your tears and your insolent fucking mouth.”
She pulls me in until there’s no space between us, her breasts grazing against my torso with every shaky exhale.
“I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me,” I rasp. “But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.”
She lets out a cry, her hands clawing into me like she can’t get close enough, but I resist, jerking back as I fight against her hold. I move my other hand up until I’m cupping her face, making sure she meets my eyes.
“You’re an angel, gattina. And I’ll break your wings just to keep you by my side. So do us both a favor and walk. The fuck. Away.”
I release her then, but before I can even move, she’s on me, her mouth slamming into mine, her limbs wrapping around me as she jumps into my arms. She bites and sucks and licks, and I give it back in equal measure because after everything I just said, after I’ve cut myself open and bled out on the floor at her feet, she’s still here.
And I don’t have the will to fight it anymore.
“Stop telling me what to do,” she demands in between her kisses.
I grin against her lips, my hands gripping her ass to hold her tightly to me as she breaks her lips away and licks down the side of my jaw, then sinks her teeth into the skin of my neck. I groan, my cock pulsing.
“You think I’m not the same?” she says into my skin.
Pulling back, she looks at me, her eyes wide and open and so fucking beautiful it makes me lose my breath.
“I want your laughter and your tears and your smiles too.” She brushes a finger against my lip. “I want your broody stares and your fucked- up morals and your obnoxious need to always tell me what to do.”
My body warms, blood pumping so fast I feel like my heart might explode from my chest.
She looks me in the eye, gripping my jaw with both of her hands, her legs still wrapped around my waist. “I’m in love with you, Julian Faraci. And I would burn the world myself if it meant I could keep you by my side.”
Something cracks open in my chest, flooding through my insides like rushing water, clearing away everything else that ever mattered outside of her.
I spin us around and slam her down on the bed, ripping her clothes off clumsily, unable to focus on anything other than the need that’s raging through me, pulsing with the beat of my heart totake her, fuck her, claim her. My fingers dig into her sides and glide up her body, tearing her sleep shirt off her supple frame.
