Page 45 of Twisted Hearts

“Wait.”

I pause, taking a halting breath before I turn around. I shiver when he stands, crooking two fingers at me.

His cock is still out.

And very, very hard.

I walk back to him, my face crimson, my entire body tingling and on fire, until I’m standing right in front of him.

“Lift up your dress,” he grunts with a fierceness in his eyes.

I do, and then I gasp as he reaches out, slips his fingers into the top of my panties, and pulls them away from my body. I stare, my mouth in an O-shape as he pushes his swollen cockhead against my pussy and strokes it. A thick bead of white cum drips out of his head, followed by another two, a thick, sticky rivulet slowly dripping down my pussy lips.

With a smirk, Gavan slips my panties back into place. I gulp as I feel his cum seeping into the lace against my sex. He lowers his face to my side, making my breath catch as his lips brush my ear.

“I want you to feel me there later when you touch yourself. And when you do, know just how fuckingmineyou are.”

“Later” ends up being precisely twenty-seven minutes later, which isexactlyhow long it takes for me to leave the building, jump into a cab going uptown, and rush up to my bedroom, locking the door before I replay every single filthy detail of what just happened.

10

GAVAN

I have a problem.

My utter control over Eilish was supposed to subjugate her. Humble and humiliate her.Break her. Because as much as I’ve craved and desired her over the last year of prying into her every secret and stalking her like an obsession, I’ve always had to remind myself who she really is:

The enemy. A Kildare. A member of the family who killed mine. A weak pressure point for me to press and squeeze to destroy their empire.

Except my plans have gone askew. My plot has gone astray. And there’s a good chance it all started to go wrong with that single brutal kiss against my office door.

Since then, my master plan to destroy Eilish before casting her back to her family just in time for her to watch me dismantle their kingdom has started to unravel. Having her around is…a distraction. It’s consuming, and it’s addictive.

Part of the rush comes from the power I hold over her, of course. But even more of a thrill is the way she so eagerly submits.

It’s not overt. And she tries to hide it—both from me and from herself. But it’s there.

It's been three days now of having her in my immediate vicinity, in my office.

In her bra and panties, or more recently naked, submitting to my every demand and desire. I’ve fucked her mouth three more times since that first one, and fingered her greedy pussy to orgasm twice as many times as that.

The thing is, it’s not a pathetic or resentful submission. I doubt that would turn me on so much. It’s the fact that she fights me, even when she submits. It’s the defiant fire in her eyes mixed with her eagerness to obey me.

It’s that deep down shewantsto. She just doesn’t know how to make peace with that.

The elephant looming in the room is why I haven’t fucked her yet. I’ve come down her throat four times. I’ve even had her grind on my lap, rubbing her needy little cunt all over the underside of my cock until she soaks me with her release.

But I haven’t fucked her.

Part of it is my assumption that she’s a virgin. Which is honestlynotsomething I signed up for or wanted with this. I’ve never wished to be anyone’s first.

There’s too much of my own baggage wrapped up in that concept.

But the other reason I haven’t slept with Eilish yet is purely that I want to deny myself the pleasure until I can’t stand it anymore. I want to ride that dual rush of want and desire until I can’t possibly hold back anymore.

Because when I do dive in and finally have her, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to come back up for air. Before all of this fell into place, yes—I’d have had no problem sullying Eilish, making her my whore, and absolutelyruiningher for any other man before casting her away.

But that was before that fucking kiss. Before the rush of adrenaline and roar of something I can’t quite place the first time I tasted the defiance and sweetness on her lips.

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