Page 52 of Blood and Lies (A Twisted Duet 1)

The look of utter victory beamed from his face as he stared down at me, but before I had a chance to say something, to utter something stupid in a bid to regain some of my self-respect, he forced a grape into my mouth. This time his thumb lingered on my lips, gently tracing the outline of my mouth.

“Embrace it, Tatum,” he whispered, placing another grape against my lips. “Let your desire guide you. Stop fighting it.”

Pushing the grape past my lips, he kept his finger in my mouth, making me chew around it, my tongue sliding and slipping against and around it. Another moan echoed in the back of my throat, but this time it had nothing to do with the sweetness in my mouth and everything to do with tasting him.

“That’s my little pet. Keep making those noises, and I’ll keep feeding you.”

I felt a tug on the tie around my neck and sat back up on my knees as he kept pulling me forward.

Castello continued to feed me, slowly filling the emptiness in my stomach. Whether it was the fact that I was starved half to death or the fact that the Fattores probably only bought the best of everything, the fruit he fed me was the best I’d ever tasted.

Cubes of pineapple, slices of mango and peaches, pieces of apple and cantaloupe—it was delicious, and my body savored every morsel. And the more he fed me, the more I fell into the role of pet and him being my master. Suddenly, being on my knees and naked in front of him felt so damn right, especially when my insides started to twist with need, the aching throb between my legs pushing me to do better, to act like the perfect pet for him…my master.

He pulled me up by tugging on the tie, forcing me to settle on my knees between his legs, my upper body and naked breasts in full view in front of him. With his hot, hungry gaze on my breasts, he bit into his lower lip, his feral hunger causing me to suck in a breath. In that moment, I loved the way he looked at me. I delighted in the fact that something about me provoked the lustful greed that painted his face with shadows of untamed desire. It intensified my own sordid hunger, tightening every muscle with bittersweet anticipation.

He placed a palm against my cheek, pulling his thumb down my lips. “The things I could do to you, little mouse. All the ways I could push your body to the edge, easing you over every damn time.” A finger traced down my naked shoulder, sending shivers over my skin. “The games we could play, the boundaries we could push together. We would be like fucking dynamite, and I would make sure your body detonated every goddamn time I touched you.”

I gasped when he cupped my breast, tugging at my nipple—hard. I closed my eyes, relishing his firm, aggressive touch as waves of pleasure crashed against my body’s need for more.

“We would set each other on fucking fire, little mouse.”

I closed my eyes as his fingertips continued to tug and pull my nipple. “I’m already on fire.”

Within a split second, the tie around my neck tightened to a point where I could hardly manage a breath. And then my entire world shattered when I felt his warm mouth against mine—not kissing, not seducing, but claiming, taking…owning.

His tongue thrust deep inside my mouth, lips forced hard against lips, teeth grazing against teeth. My body melted, my soul set on fire. There were no thoughts of kidnappings, severed fingers, or dead twin brothers—only thoughts of carnal desires and erotic pleasures.

Tingles, shivers, and every goddamn feeling known to any woman spread through my body when he placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. A low, guttural moan echoed from the back of his throat before he twisted me around, his hands gripping my thighs painfully. With one swift move, he pulled me onto his lap, and I gasped at the contact.

“Oh God.” I whimpered when I felt his body against my back, his hard cock beneath my ass. Greedy palms claimed my breasts, kneading, gripping, tugging, and pinching painfully yet decadently.

The tie twisted around my neck, and he pulled me back, bringing one hand up to my chin, forcing my face to the side so his mouth could collide with mine. The sound of our wet kisses resonated between my prison walls, our rapid breaths crashing against the confined space.

“Your body taunts me, little mouse. It torments me by provoking an irrepressible need for me to be inside you.” He flexed beneath me, an overpowering surge of raw need shooting up my spine and settling in my core. “I won’t be free of this torture until I’ve fucked you. The cruel temptation of being able to feel you from the inside is just too goddamn much for me to resist.”

“Jesus.” I whimpered, his words catapulting me into a zealous state of desire, my body shamelessly rocking back and forth on top of him, feeling the hardness that hid beneath his pants. I needed more.

The tie tightened, and my eyes rolled closed when he cupped me between my legs, spreading my lips while dragging a finger through my slit.

“Your body wants me, Tatum. You’re soaked with need…for me.”

With one hand, I felt him untie his pants behind me, and like the needy little slut I was, I lifted my ass, allowing him to push his pants down enough to free his cock. The anticipation of feeling him inside me was burning like an inferno, threatening to turn me into nothing but ash. My body was primed to take him, to let him fill me to the brim.

I sat back down, feeling his warm hardness against my wet lips, and we moaned in unison. He jerked the tie, forcing my head back, and I flexed my hips forward.

“Don’t stop moving those greedy hips of yours, little mouse. Show me how much your body needs me.”

And I did. I bared every ounce of need that consumed me by rocking my hips shamelessly on top of him. My body was already climbing, his forbidden touch spiraling me into a state of euphoria faster than I could stop it.

He reached beneath me, and with a firm hand, he pushed against my back, bending me forward slightly, dragging the head of his cock through the slit of my ass.

“Do you want it, Tatum? Do you want what I have to give?”

It was another battle between my body and my head. But this battle was over much quicker than the last one, my body winning before my head even had a chance. Honestly, Castello catapulted my body toward winning the second he forced me to go on my knees.

He flexed hard, and I moaned.

“Tell me you fucking want it, or by God I won’t give it to you.”

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