He was in a mood, and I didn’t blame him.
This morning had been tense, to say the least, especially when A.J. decided to tell his dad how great his Uncle Zep and Nonno Tony are, about the gifts they bought him, showing Twitch the gold chain and crucifix he was given, how they told him all about his family back in America and Italy. Our son, not even remotely sensing the stress in his father because his excitement was on overload, went on, and on, and on about the two men across the street, while Twitch sipped his coffee in complete silence.
And past experience had taught me that a silent Twitch was a dangerous Twitch.
He got inside his head. He overanalyzed. He drove himself mad. I knew this from our time spent together so long ago. So I did what I felt I needed to do to snap him out of it.
The house was empty and silent apart from the running shower, and when I moved inside the steaming bathroom, I sat on the closed toilet lid. My heated gaze roamed his body through the frosted glass, and reaching up, I put my fingers to the button and pushed.
“Ah, fuck!” came from inside the shower as the water heated then ran cold when the toilet flushed.
The frosted door swung open, and the gloriously naked man set a glower on me that was so vicious my entire body blazed, my pussy clenching in eagerness.
“What the fuck, Lexi?” he growled, and when I lifted my fingers slowly to the button, his glare intensified and his jaw set. “Don’t do it.” The moment my fingers touched the button, his hand came up and he pointed at me. “You do it, you’ll pay, baby. Mark me.”
I know.
A shudder visibly escaped me, and I bit my lip, watching as Twitch’s eyes flashed.
I grinned internally.
He’d caught on.
Looking him deep in the eyes, I hit the button, the flush sounded, and just as he let out a harsh snarl, I jumped up and ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could. The shower was turned off, and I heard the frosted door slam, but my legs weren’t as long as his and he caught up to me in the hallway. The second he grabbed the back of my tank with a harsh hand, he yanked me backward and I slammed into his body with a gasp.
He was completely wet, completely hard, and panting harshly.
“Bitch,” he muttered fondly into my ear, and I smirked only momentarily before I forced it down again.
My nipples tightened as his hand came up to my chin and held it firmly, as I let out a hushed, “Please don’t make me do this. My husband will be home soon.”
The words were hesitant.
But oh, God, was he into it.
Twitch forced his hard cock into my hip so hard it hurt. “You think I give a fuck? I hope he does come home. Hope he sees you like this, hot for me.” He spun me around to look into his hooded gaze. “You started this; now you’re gonna finish it.” Putting his hands to my shoulders, he pushed roughly, and I landed at his feet in a heap, feigning concern. And he smirked cruelly as my gaze landed on his angry-looking erection. “Never had a cock this big, have you?”
I shook my head, my entire body breaking out in goose bumps.
Reaching down, he put his hand to my cheek, caressing it gently. “It’s gonna hurt when I finally take you, and you’re gonna love it because I love it.” His voice turned rough as he gripped my chin hard. “Aren’t you?”
Eyes wide in insincere fright, I nodded slowly as well as I could around his forceful grasp, swallowing hard.
“You run,” he warned smoothly, “I chase.” He looked down at me, his gaze thunderous. “And when I catch you, baby—” He sucked in air through his teeth, kneeling in the nude and running a hand over the leg of my yoga pants. “—I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll taste me in your mouth for years.” One large hand slid up to the waistband of my pants and slid inside roughly. “Now,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “let me feel how much this tight cunt wants me.”
I tried to close my legs, but he threw them open again with a grunt, and as a harsh pant escaped me, his rough fingers made contact with my panties. He kept his darkened gaze on me when he slipped his hand under the flimsy satin, and as his fingertips met my wet pussy, he released a rough breath at the very same moment my head fell back and a low whine was forced from my lips.
With deft fingers, he rubbed my slick entrance, and with the other hand, he slow jerked his cock in a way that made me want to beg for a taste of him.
“You want this?” I know what he wanted and shook my head as he laughed cruelly. “You say one thing—” When he pushed a finger inside my slick heat, my mouth rounded and my eyes closed as he slowly, steadily finger fucked me. “—but your pussy is sucking me in so nicely, kissing my finger so sweetly that I know you’re lying.” He pushed his finger in me all the way and held it there as my insides shook. “You sure you don’t want this?” My mouth gaping, I shook my head deliberately, watching him watch me. And he leaned in, putting his nose to mine, as he muttered, “What do you want, little sparrow?”
“I want...” It was hard to find my voice, but I did, and what I said shocked the both of us. The words came out shaky. “I want you to choke me and tell me I’m a good girl.”
His eyes flashed.
Mine widened.
And when he moved, he did it so fast everything blurred.
The thick digit inside me slipped out, my yoga pants were ripped down my legs along with my soaked panties, and just when I thought he’d drag me to the bedroom, he sat up on his knees and reached up to grip my throat harshly, forcing me back into the wall. I panted around his severe hold, reaching up to grip his forearm with both my hands.
It felt so wrong, so unnatural to want this.
He was too coarse. Too brutal.
It made no sense for my pussy to be weeping the way it was.
Yet, here we were.
With one hand at my throat, he snaked his free arm around my waist and held me in place as he shuffled forward, trapping me between his body and the wall. Draping my legs over his knees, he put his forehead to mine, unforgivingly close, and rubbed my pussy firmly. “This what you want, baby?”
He was out of character.
“Yes,” I breathed out shakily.
Twitch’s face softened a moment. “You sure?”
He was giving me an out before this turned violent. But I wanted to give him this gift, because I loved him and... “I trust you.”
Looking pained, his eyes closed and he held them shut tightly, knowing this was costing me my comfort, but being consciously unable to let me go.
Would he test my limits?
Yes. He always did.
Did I trust him to stop if need be?
No, he wouldn’t stop. But he would slow it down for me if I failed to keep up. And that’s all I needed.
Small reassurances. Not grand gestures.
I watched in fascination as he took in a deep breath, stretched his neck out, and then opened his eyes to lay his dark glare on me. He leaned in and put his lips to the shell of my ear, and when he rumbled out what he did, I knew it was on. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, baby.”
My core squeezed, and when he tightened his grasp on me, I felt my heart beat steadily against his palm, and my body was his to do with what he pleased.
Today, I was his toy. His plaything. A tight hole and nothing more. And he would use me because he wanted to, not because I had given my permission. Because he was hurting and needed an outlet.
I gave myself up as tribute to his pain.
My mouth opened in a silent moan as he placed the tip of him at my needy slit.
“Shut your mouth,” he growled, and I did, my eyes on him, breathing heavily through my nose.