Page 60 of Twisted Secrets

I resume the motions, and she cries louder, the sound like an unchained melody. A song just for me.

When proof of her orgasm coats my fingers, I pull them out and sweep my tongue up and down her sex, slurping up her mess. “Mmm. Fucking delicious.”

Shoving my shorts down in one swift motion, I spring my erect cock free. I don't even steal a glance at her face until I’m met with it. Our noses brush and I slide right inside her, filling her back up with my dick. My mouth moves to her neck and I suck with enough tenacity to leave an impressive bruise. Her free hand grabs my head, using all her strength to try and stop my sucking motions, but this time, she loses. Once I’m certain I’ve left a mark, I suck harder, doubling it in size.

“Neo,” she growls a breathy sound, “don’t you dare give me a hickey.”

“Too late. You’re marked.”

For days, I had to watch her parade around with a quarter-size mark on her neck. Proof of what Jagger and Crew did to her. Now, they get to see what I’ve done.

I come forward and grip the dipped V of her nightgown, then pull, tearing it down the center.

Her feral, blue eyes widen, mouth agape, and I use this opportunity to feed her by shoving two of my fingers in her mouth—the same ones that just swam inside her—pressing down on her tongue. “See how fucking good you taste.” She closes her lips around them, sucking, and it’s a fucking beautiful sight. I lick my lips, missing the taste of her already.

Grabbing both of her legs, I raise them up, straightening my back with a slight arch as I push myself up on my knees. I power drive myself into her so hard, the base of her head hits the headboard, rattling the handcuffs again. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and my balls fill with an intense need for release.

I look at her, eyes locked—wide and lustful. Her beautiful, ocean blue eyes. I swallow hard, chasing away the emotions rising in my chest.

Just before I reach the height of my orgasm, I pull out and grab my cock, pumping it while aiming it at her face. “Tongue out.” When she doesn’t, I repeat myself, “Tongue out. Now.” Hesitantly, she parts her lips and sticks the tip of her tongue out. I reach up, grabbing her cheeks with one hand, while forcing my thumb and index finger between her teeth, then I release, squirting my cum all over her tongue. A few rhythmic grunts escape me as I slow my strokes. Then I lean forward and whisper, “Swallow,” before letting go of her mouth. When I do, she swallows as she was told to do. “Atta girl.”

Dropping to the side of her, I steady my breaths.

She peers up at her cuffed wrist. “Unlock this.”

“Nah. I think I’ll leave it for a while. Keep you as my prized possession for a few days.”

“Fuck off, Neo. Just let me go.”

“Say please.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“If you want to be freed, ask nicely.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“That wasn’t very nice.” I love her feistiness far too much. I kind of want to keep her here for a while, just to toy with her.

“Fine,” she surrenders. “Please.”

With a click of my fingers against the lever, her arm drops. “Was that so hard?”

“It was pure torture.” She sits up, rubbing her imprinted wrists for a second, before flinging her legs over the other side of the bed. When she stands up, her torn nightgown slides down her back to the floor. She picks up her robe and scurries to the bathroom.

It’s apparent she has regrets, naturally so. I should, too, but for some reason, I don’t. In fact, I feel more at ease than I have in months—maybe even years.

I just fucked the enemy, and I liked it. Sort of wanna do it again.

When Scar returns, I fold my arm under my head, watching her as she scours the room in search of something. “What are you looking for?”

“What’s left of my nightgown.”

I nod to the floor where it landed. With a scoff, she bends down and snatches it up. Heavy steps bring her back over to me, and she crosses her arms over her chest, clutching the frayed fabric. “Okay. I did what you asked, now spill. What is it that you know?”

This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for. The moment where I get to look her in the eyes and tell her a secret that will haunt her and her family for the rest of their lives.

I get out of the bed, still completely naked while Scar holds my eye contact out of fear of her gaze falling elsewhere.

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