Page 40 of Twisted Embrace

I dragged her bra straps down her arms until I had full access, immediately dropping my head and pulling one fully aroused nipple into my mouth.

Every sound she made was beautifully echoed, fueling the hunger furrowing deep inside. She slipped her hand to the bulge between my legs, stroking up and down aimlessly. I rolled my lips to her other breast, biting down on her hardened bud while pinching the other between my thumb and forefinger.

This wasn’t about anything but hard fucking, fulfilling my needs. When I backed away, she tore at my buckle, her breathing as ragged as mine had become. I jerked her hands away, yanking her bottom to the edge of the counter then unfastening her jeans.

She pressed her hands on the counter, lifting her buttocks so I could peel the thick material over her hips and down her legs. Her fully aroused sounds continued as I slid the thin lace panties to the floor. When I pressed her legs wide open, she licked her lips in anticipation.

I unfastened my trousers, shoving them down my legs then wrapping her around my hips, impaling her with a single, brutal thrust.

“Oh… yes.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head before her long eyelashes skimmed the rosiness of her cheeks. As her pussy muscles clamped around my shaft, I took several deep breaths. The heat building between us was explosive, driving the bastard inside of me to the surface. I had no understanding of gentleness, no need to bother.

I pulled out, plunging into her again and she purred as I ravaged her body. As I leaned over, keeping my hand wrapped firmly around her hair, she challenged me with her eyes. Goddamn, I wanted to fuck the woman until she couldn’t stand straight. I drilled into her long and hard, fueled by her cries of passion.

Joy ran her hand over my shoulder, tangling her fingers in my hair, crying softly as my stubble brushed against her cheek. She was controlling her pussy muscles, clenching and releasing. I would fuck that out of her. She would never be in charge of anything around me. I sensed her amusement, delighted that she’d broken through some invisible barrier.

She was toying with me, teasing to the point I wanted to push her over the edge of the counter, issuing several brutal cracks of my hand.

As I yanked on her hair, exposing more of her long neck, she swatted at me. I slowed the rhythm, nuzzling into her neck, dragging my tongue to her ear then biting down on the tender flesh of her earlobe.

“Ouch!” Her yelp yanked at the sadistic beast and I chuckled in her ear before issuing a harsh whisper.

“You will learn to obey me, precious jewel. You have no other choice.”

She pushed her hand against my chest, this time digging her nails into my skin. I rolled my hand across her hip, sliding it between our sweaty bodies until I was able to swirl my thumb around her clit.

“Oh, fuck. Yes.” She kept her eyes tightly closed, her mouth twisting as I added more pressure, my chest rising and falling as I enjoyed her changing expressions.

She wasn’t giving in, still clenching her pussy muscles. The girl had no idea what she was doing by challenging a brute of a man like me or that by adding gasoline to the fire what I could and would do to her.

Every reaction to her was primal, uncontrollable, and damn it if she didn’t sense my growing attraction. Still, she would never be anything but a little lamb standing in front of a predator. When she clawed me again, enough so I noticed a trickle of blood from her rough actions, I bit her lower lip.

Her exasperated sighs were sweet music, yet I needed more.

I pulled away with a low growl. “Tell me you belong to me.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Tell me.” My tone was no longer recognizable, rich with the darkness I felt inside. “Tell. Me.”

“I…” she mused as she searched my eyes. “I belong to you.”

The woman had no idea what she would face but she’d sealed her fate.

CHAPTER 13

Joy

I heard the words slip from my mouth, but I couldn’t believe I’d said them. I wasn’t that kind of girl. No man owned me and one never would. This was all just a crazy reaction to almost being killed. Twice. Wasn’t it? Maybe. I had no idea. What I did know was that this was incredibly hot, more so than any experience I’d had with a man. The brooding darkness inside of me had driven my hunger to the surface. In direct correlation, everything about him was darkly sensual, including his rosy lips.

I tasted blood from where he’d bitten mine and where I should feel anger or continued hatred for the man, I was strangely more attracted than ever. The scent of him was extremely powerful, the hint of citrus infused with sandalwood allowing my thoughts to drift to being kissed in front of a roaring fire on a winter’s day. The fact I was daydreaming while being holed up in a hotel somewhere in Brooklyn sealed the deal that I’d lost all my marbles. But being in his arms ignited a roaring fire.

Seeing the brightly colored ink covering almost the entirely of his massive chest and arms pulled at a need I hadn’t known existed. The way Enzo was looking at me was carnal, his eyes only halfway open. He continued swirling his thumb around my clit and I was losing all self-control. When he slipped his fingers in beside his thick cock, my pussy instantly soaked them, I was so wet.

I wiggled on the counter, trying to keep from losing my mind, the pleasure was so intense. Everything about him was powerful, the blood tainting his shirt only adding to the sinfully sexy persona. I continued to be floored at my ridiculous thoughts, but within seconds I was lost to the sweet pleasure, gyrating my hips as I felt the first heated kiss of a climax.

When he pulled out, stopping his actions, I gasped. Sadly, I was ready to beg him to continue but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he had no intention of stopping. He took both sides of my face into his hands and no amount of me pushing against his chest budged him even an inch. He was hard as a rock all over, carved out of a stone not formed on Earth. When he dropped his head, taking a deep breath, I could swear he was drinking in every drop of my essence, providing himself nourishment.

It was as crazy a thought as what was happening between us. But when he crushed his mouth over mine, the entire world was spinning off its axis. This wasn’t just about a passionate kiss but a telling statement. He was sealing the deal I’d just made with him, the kiss nothing more than the beginning of his possession.

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