Page 57 of Twisted Hearts

Faster.

Fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts as his abs slap my ass and my cum covers his swollen cock.

Something starts to build inside me. And build. Andbuild, until the wave that’s coming is so big, nothing on earth could possibly stop it. I scream when it crashes over me, and when Gavan groans and buries his enormous cock to the hilt in me, it only makes me twist and writhe even harder.

I can feel him coming, the hot bursting spurts of his release spilling into me as I bite down on the sheets with my face scrunched all the way up.

My entire world goes blurry and fuzzy. I can’t move. I can barely even force myself to breathe. But I can feel him stirring around me, slowly unclasping the leather cuffs from my wrists and ankles. I collapse onto the bed. Then I’m vaguely aware of him picking me up in his arms and carrying me away.

We move to another room that I eventually realize is the bathroom—still dim, but slightly brighter. I blink as he sets me down on wobbly feet, leading us into a glass-walled shower and turning on the rain nozzle above. I glance down at his sweat-glistened, chiseled body.

My face heats when I see the blood on his cock. But he doesn’t seem to notice or care as he reaches out and takes my hand.

“Come here,solnishka.”

He wraps me in his arms, pulling me under the warm spray of the water as it cascades over us. His lips find mine, hungrily kissing and biting and assaulting my mouth as it willingly opens for him.

His cock rises thickly between my legs.

Oh fuck…

Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his grooved hips as he presses my back against the glass wall. The swollen head of his cock slips between my lips, and I cry out as he drives all the way up into me.

Yessss…

I’m sore. Everything hurts. And yet, I want more. Ineedmore, like a drug I’m addicted to already. Like a rush I’m going to keep chasing. I cling to him, moaning into his mouth and then biting down on his shoulder to stop from screaming as he fucks me hard against the shower wall, until we explode together again.

After the shower, we’re back in the windowless bedroom, which the bathroom we were just in is attached to. Gavan scowls as I drop my towel and start to put my lingerie back on.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

My brow furrows, my face blushing as I turn to him.

“Did…umm…you want to go again?”

He scowls deeper. “Of course.”

“Oh.” I swallow, shivering as I start to take my bra off again.

Gavan shakes his head. “No, I mean…” His frown deepens. “Whatwereyou doing?”

Now I’m confused.

I peer at him, smiling awkwardly. “Going home?”

He frowns. “No. You’re staying the night.”

Something electric spikes through my core.

It’s tempting. Very, very tempting. Even if this whole thing is a devil’s deal, and even if Gavan is, well,him, heisstill the man who just took my virginity. Purely sexual arrangement rooted in blackmail or not, staying here, and like…I don’t know, cuddling? Being close to him?

It sounds…nice.

It also sounds like an impossibility with a man as cold, dark, and brutal as Gavan Tsarenko. That’s not what this is. That’s not whatweare.

It can’t ever be that.

“If you want to have sex again…” I blush at how boldly I say it. “Then, okay. If not, I’m going to go home.”

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