As if he heard my inner thoughts, his eyes roamed my body, and he muttered, “Pretty.” Then his scowl returned. “Stand up.”
It was hard to stand when the jerk didn’t offer a hand, but I managed to rise as gracefully as I could, and when I turned to face him, I caught him looking down at my tits through that sleepy gaze of his. He swallowed hard then reached up behind him to grip the back of his shirt and pulled his tee off.
And that body.
What a reveal.
My insides were a mess. I wanted to cry at the sheer beauty of that inked form of his. He was delectable, and I hoped he gave me permission to run my tongue all over the muscular plane of his stomach. Maybe lower still to the hollow that sat just under that stomach. Farther still to lick my way across that indented V, the same V that pointed like an arrow to the place I wanted to suck so hard that he gifted me the salty sweetness of his seed.
Fuck. I wanted him to come in my mouth.
He made light work of his shoes and socks, shucking his pants down his legs and stepping out of them. Sure, he kept his boxers on, but the way his hard dick bobbed out from over the lowered waistband was hot as hell. After all this time, I wasn’t disappointed. And when he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, he spread his legs wide and patted his lap. “Sit.”
This was new. I was a little confused, but I went willingly, and the moment I sat on his thigh, looking ahead, I knew why he was doing this.
We were directly in front of the dresser mirror.
An arm came around my waist and pulled me back, flush against him, and the feeling of his cock resting against my ass was almost too much. Knowing it would get me in trouble and not caring in the slightest, I looked into the reflection, right into his eyes, and lifted my hand to my breasts, sighing as I rolled my nipples between gentle fingers.
Surprisingly, he allowed me a moment before his other arm came around me, constricting me, cocooning me so tightly I could barely move. And when he placed his lips to my cheek, nipping me lightly, he asked a deathly quiet, “Who is responsible for your orgasm?”
I huffed out an annoyed breath and earned another nip to my jaw.
My eyes lowered, but he put a stern hand to my jaw and turned me to face him, and when I lifted my eyes to his intense, blazing stare, he was so darkly beautiful I could have died. “You are,” I whispered almost lovingly. And he heard it.
A soft kiss to my jaw was my reward.
When he jerked his chin toward the mirror, I twisted to look back into our reflection just as Twitch ran a hand down my side, across my thigh to hold my hot mound.
The burning desire he caused set me alight. My heart smoldered, and when he released me to wrap my hair around his hand, I knew I would do anything for this man, willingly, just to please him.
His blunt fingers began to rub against me, and although I felt I was losing myself, I knew what he wanted of me and I held his stare. He began to rub harder while keeping his slow pace, and I took in a quaking breath. When he gripped my thigh and draped my leg over his, leaving me open to him, my heart thumped. I was so close. And when he used his thumb to push my panties to the side, I closed my eyes, thankful he was finally going to touch me. My scalp pinched as he gently yanked my hair, forcing a wince from me, and I opened my eyes to watch as he ran his middle finger up and down my slit, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.
Well, I didn’t. I was dying here. “Please.”
Another swift yank and I hissed in a breath. As I contemplated how much shit I’d be in if I thrust into his touch, he spoke low, tenderly, “Is this what you need, angel?”
Before I could respond, he slipped that middle digit inside me. My lips parted, my eyes widened, and I let out a panting gasp. I nodded eagerly into the reflection and he released my hair, running a hand down my back before he slipped it around me and tweaked one needy nipple.
A moan left me through gritted teeth. And Twitch watched closely as my hips bucked into his touch. His eyes darkened and he removed his finger from me.
Goddammit!
“I think you’ve forgotten your place, Alexa.”
Oh my God. He called you Alexa. That can only mean one thing.
In a lightning-fast move, he had me draped over his lap, and before I could squeak from excitement, his hand came down hard and fast onto my ass.
Thwack.
My face flushed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I felt my core clench.
I didn’t look into the mirror, but I knew it was coming.
Thwack.
It felt so good. It felt like a release higher than the orgasm I craved.
It was nirvana.
Thwack.
My entire body shook as I began to weep. Not from the pain or humiliation of wanting this so fucking much but of relief.
Thwack.
The last blow, the hardest blow, shook me to my core, and Twitch ran his strong hand over my flaming derriere in a warm, adoring manner that left me shaking from pent-up emotion. And when he moved me to stand in front of him, I sniffled, avoiding his eyes.
The words he spoke were so inappropriate I adored him for it. He ran both hands over my red, swollen cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to my belly before looking up at me. “So pretty when you cry, sad girl.”
Jesus Christ.
He had the horns of a demon, the eyes of an angel, and the mouth of a god.
Lucky me.
He watched me in concern as I swiped at my cheeks and gripped my waist, his fingers splayed across my flesh. “We still doin’ this?”
He was out of character. So was I, just for the moment.
I blinked rapidly. “Yeah.”
He searched my face a while before his eyes darkened and he was back. “Get on the bed. All fours, right at the edge.”
I scrambled to get where he needed me, and as I twisted back, looking over my shoulder, I watched Twitch finally lower his boxers, leaving him completely bare to me, and I lifted my ass higher in invitation.
He took the two steps toward the bed and eyed my upturned ass before gripping one cheek tight enough to ache, shaking my flesh lightly. “Touch yourself. Show me you want it.”
Without hesitation, I reached between my legs and circled my panty-covered pussy.
But Twitch clicked his tongue. “Not like that. You know what I want.”
Feeling bold and hornier than hell, I reached between my legs and flipped him the bird, rubbing my middle finger along my slit.
I heard his amusement. “That was not very nice,” he purred before my body jolted when his hand made contact with my ass. My mouth rounded as the sound echoed throughout my room. “Sassy girls don’t get to come.” Another smack, lighter this time. “Only angels get to come.”
He moved forward, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties then yanking them down to my knees. The cool breeze over my superheated flesh was nice, even nicer so when Twitch bent down and blew lightly over my heat. “I’m going to fuck you now.” Another light breath over my hot skin. “Gonna show you how much I missed my baby.”
When he pushed himself into my ass, leaning over me, I knew what was coming and lifted myself, presenting my neck in complete submission. The thick leather felt mildly restricting as Twitch slipped the metal pin into the tightest hole, and with the belt safely secured around my throat, Twitch wrapped his hand around the length of the leather, leaving me feeling like a pet. His pet.
My pussy throbbed in anticipation.
I didn’t hate it—that was for sure. All I could think about was how much I wanted this. Needed this. Needing him.
Twitch.
It all came down to him. Always had. And I wouldn’t think about tomorrow. I could only live in the present because with Twitch, tomorrow may never come. I’d learned my lesson. It wasn’t ‘one step at a time’ with him; it was ‘live in the now, because the future is not guaranteed.’
Taking hold of himself, he ran his cock up and down my wet slit and hissed in a breath. “Who owns this hot little cunt?” He spanked my pussy with his dick, a wet slap sounding out. “Whose is it?”