Page 22 of Twisted Hearts

Aaron didn’t give me time to catch the breath that I’d lost because his broad muscular body was standing over mine. His strong arms rested on either side of my head, the same way he’d stood over me inside his pantry that first time. His harsh breaths whipped through the air and lifted a few strands of my hair that had escaped my messy ponytail.

His face inched closer to mine until his lips sat inches from my shocked parted ones. His breaths washed over my face and mingled with my own labored breathing. We stood in an area that the moonlight cast away most of the shadows, so I could spot the deadly gleam that shone in his eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you first and then I’m going to kill you. Or maybe I’ll kill you while I’m fucking you. I haven’t decided yet.” His words were calm, even, low, and in direct contrast to his actions.

My mind screamed for me to bolt, to duck under his muscular arm and run like hell, but my fucking body refused to move a muscle. The idea of sex with Aaron had my body buzzing with crazy lust. There went my answer. Only a fucking insane person would choose sex over their life.

He placed his left hand on the center of my chest while the right one slid down my stomach until he caught the waistband of my pajama shorts and my panties and yanked them down in one fast sweep.

I even helped him a little by lifting my feet and flinging my legs to kick the bottoms off.

The sound of his belt coming loose and his zipper sliding down registered. He shoved his pants down enough for his dick to pop out. It felt heavy against my stomach, sitting there like a flesh-filled weight.

Aaron had a fucking beast. There was no other way to describe it. He alone shattered every stereotype I’d heard about certain men having small dicks. Aaron had about ten thick inches. The first time I’d seen it, I’d paused and thought about whether I was brave enough to tackle his shit. However, I’d learned from experience that he knew how to use his dick well enough that he’d have you ready to sell your first born to have it inside you—One. More. Time.

Hell, I think I’d just possibly trade my life for a hit. Like now, instead of running for my life, I anticipated how good it would feel to have him inside me. He was so hard, he’d likely cause bodily damage if he took me the way his anger was suggesting he might. He lifted me effortlessly and drove his hard dick into me with such force, I thought he’d driven my body through the damn wall.

He’d told me that he was going to kill me. He’d killed me all right; with his dick shoved so far up my pussy he had knocked the oxygen out of my lungs. The sweet pain and the sinful pleasure overtook me, and my twisted mind didn’t know whether to scream or moan. I think I did a little of both.

He paused for a second, I suppose to gather himself since he was breathing as hard as I was. He started powering strong thrusts into me so that my ass knocked against the wall hard enough that I knew it would bruise. He’d been rough with me before, but this was brutal, and I fucking loved it.

I loved it so much that I found a way to get my legs wrapped around him, which sent his hard thrust upward. My body inched up the wall with every thrust, likely knocking the pictures off my neighbor’s walls. I had a tight grip around his neck, holding him to me as he pounded me into orgasmic bliss.

“Aaron, oh God!” I screamed so loud I’d likely scratched one of my vocal cords. I couldn’t breathe or think. I could only feel his dick buried inside me and the delicious commotion it sparked within my body. It was glorious. It was magnificent. I couldn’t believe I’d had enough willpower to leave this behind after he’d asked me to stay.

His loud roar echoed throughout my kitchen as he filled me with so much hot cum that some of it dripped down the inside of my thigh.

We stood there, breathing hard, connected to each other for what seemed like an eternity. When he realized he still hated me, he flashed a frown before pulling out of me and letting my feet drop to the floor.

“Put some fucking clothes on,” he growled. “You’re coming with me. If you try anything, I’ll make you watch me kill your neighbors just for pissing me off.”

I tipped my head once and moved swiftly, blazing a frantic path towards my bedroom. My wet pussy and ass were going to have to air dry because I had enough good sense to obey his request and hurry the hell up.

When I noticed he hadn’t followed me into my room, I stepped into the bathroom and wiped myself down with a wet soapy towel before I headed towards my dresser. As I picked up a clean pair of purple panties to put on, he stood in my doorway watching my every move. As a testament to him, every pair of panties I owned now were a different shade of purple because it was the color he said he liked on me.

As turned on as he’d had me only moments ago in the kitchen, I was equally as frightened of Aaron now. My frantic fingers fished around in my bottom drawer until I found a loose pair of khakis and a T-shirt to throw on over my sleep tee. I quickly threw on a pair of socks and my best running shoes, in case I got away and had a chance to run.

“Pack some shit. I haven’t decided how long I want to torture you for before I kill you,” he said this while his body filled my bedroom doorway. The gun was back in his hand.

Unable to drink my fear fast enough to function properly, my body trembled as I fumbled with my clothes and personal items. I dropped more items on the floor than I was stuffing into my backpack. Maybe the doctors had gotten it wrong. Maybe I wasn’t insane. If I were, I wouldn’t have good enough sense to be scared right now, right?

Jeans, sweats, T-shirts, panties, and bras were shoved into my backpack. After jamming the items in, it took some effort for me to get the zipper closed.

I aimed my thumb towards the bathroom, and Aaron must have understood that I needed some things from there. After I ran in and grabbed my toiletry bag, I slung my backpack over one shoulder.

When I reached for my purse, my hand halted at Aaron’s angry words, “Leave it!” I was too terrified to look in his direction. “You’re not going to need a purse where you’re going.”

Those words took my breath and left me standing there frozen. He turned out of my doorway and started walking.

That confirmed it. Aaron was definitely going to kill my ass. Now, I’d be faced with finding a way to make him do it faster. It was the only sure-fire way I wouldn’t suffer. I wasn’t afraid to die. I just didn’t want to endure the suffering that sometimes went along with meeting death.

I followed Aaron with hesitant steps, wondering how he was going to do it and where he was taking me to kill me. Thankfully, I’d snatched my cell phone off my dresser and shoved it into my backpack along with my clothes.

Maybe my twisted mind had imagined he’d felt something other than lust for me. Maybe he’d taken pity on me because he knew I was crazy. Since he’d made me pack a bag, I assumed he planned to take me away from Florida. Probably to that Tennessee cliff, so he could throw my body over those jagged rocks and watch as I disappeared into that dark water below.

When I stepped into the elevator with Aaron, the blood in my veins stopped flowing. The only sound I heard was the loud thump of my heart pounding in my ears.

More of my sanity must have been setting in because my mind kept yelling for me to run. And that was exactly what I did when the ding of elevator sounded and door opened. The thundering of my feet beating up the lobby floor and my harsh breathing projected loudly as I attempted to escape Aaron. I had no idea how he did it, but Aaron ran me down so fast that I’d hardly gotten a good stride going.

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