The soft firmness of his erection, and the solid warmth of the piercing on my tongue, put me in a daze.
No longer thinking about what I’m doing, I sigh softly around him and begin to bob my head. He spreads his legs wider. Removing one of my hands from his cock, he takes it, reaches into his boxers, and places them underneath his balls, pushing up.
It takes only a moment for me to get the hint.
Cupping them in my hand, I gently massage them, while slowly sucking and stroking him with the other.
I don’t remember a time in my life when I’ve been more comfortable performing a sexual act.
Something in me desperately craves Twitch’s approval.
When his hand strokes my hair again, I relax even further, taking him as deep as I can into my mouth without gagging. The hand on my head tangles in my hair and pulls. My eyes close in pain, and I gasp as I’m pulled back. Wincing, I look up at him. His eyes so hooded they’re barely open, he mutters, “Enough.”
His hold in my hair eases. Gripping my upper arm, he lifts me to a standing position and orders gently, “Strip.”
Not taking even a moment to second-guess myself, I grip the bottom of my tank and lift it over my head. My br**sts free to the cool air makes my body break out into goosebumps. My ni**les stiffen. This doesn’t get past Twitch. His nostrils flare and his eyes flash before he reaches up and rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My mouth opens in a silent moan and I lean forward into him. He pinches my nipple a little too hard. I hiss in a breath. He softly reminds me. “I said strip, Alexa.”
God. This guy has me so hot and bothered I actually feel tipsy.
Placing my thumbs into the waistband of my pajama pants and panties, I slowly wiggle them down my thighs until they loosen enough to fall to the ground on their own.
So here I am. Naked. In front of the man who has been stalking me for as long as I can remember.
What the f**k is wrong with me?
Before I can process my mind’s question, Twitch reaches out. His hand grips my waist and he pulls me forward, pressing me into his body.
I’m not short. On the contrary, I’m kind of tall for a woman. But Twitch…he makes me feel small when I’m next to him.
His hand at my waist squeezes. “You sure you want this?” His hooded eyes search my face. “You need to open that pretty mouth and give me words, babe. This’ll be your last chance to say no.”
The thought of Twitch leaving now makes me anxious. Not happening.
Bare br**sts pressed into his tee, I look up into his eyes and whisper, “I want you.”
Something in what I just said makes him react. His lips curl and his eyes turn cruel. “’Bout f**king time.”
Huh?
My mind shouts at me to think about what he just said, but when his hands slide from my waist, strokes back and then down over my ass, all thought is lost. Leaning my head back, I moan quietly as he palms my ass, none too gently.
His hands on my derriere, he pulls me back into his body. He demands, “Look at me.” So I do. His brown eyes harsh, he asks, “Who do you want? Say it.”
It takes me a second too long to answer. I know this because the hard swat that stings my ass jolts me so much that my body stiffens. I flush the brightest of reds.
What the hell? That hurt!
My eyes narrow at his, and just as I open my mouth to tell him my thoughts, one hand squeezes my ass so hard it aches, while the other tangles in my hair, fisting it hard enough to make me wince. Lowering his scowling face to mine til we’re almost nose-to-nose, I see it.
Challenge.
He’s daring me to say something. Anything. Daring me with nothing but a look.
My mind claps at my stupidity, clearly unimpressed.
This is what he warned me about. These are the terms I accepted.
Holding his gaze only a moment longer, I move my eyes down to his throat in defeat. What he does next surprises me.
Leaning forward, he places his lips at the top my head for a long moment before he softly kisses my hair and mutters, “Knew you’d be perfect. Fuckin’ knew it.”
My nakedness suddenly making me feel vulnerable, I pull my arms up between us and cover my br**sts with my hands. Twitch kisses my head again. “You cold?”
I shake my head, feeling honesty is the way to go. He is, after all, a sociopath. I’d like to have his trust. He prods, his husky voice hushed, “You feeling uncomfortable?”
I immediately nod. Squeezing my ass once more, he places his lips at the shell of my ear. “Good. Get used to it. Because I’m going to do bad things to you.”
And just like that, any warmth or safety I was feeling flies out the window.
I can’t help but wonder what I’ve got myself in to.
Alexa’s face turns fearful.
She should be scared. If I didn’t know this woman as well as I do, I’d turn her over my knee for letting a complete stranger into her home.
But that’s just the thing. I’m not a stranger. And although she doesn’t understand it yet, she feels what I feel when we’re together.
Homecoming.
Which is a shame for her, because although I know her, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on her. Quite the contrary.
I need to punish her.
You need her. Just her. Nothing else.
Ignoring my mind’s voice, I look at my prey. She’s the reason I am the way I am.
It’s all her fault.
And she’s going to pay.
I should know better by now. I’ve dealt with bad people in my life before. I know the look Twitch wears, and although I don’t know where this is going, I know one thing…
This will end badly for me.
But it seems I’m a glutton for punishment, because I won’t stop what’s happening here.
My mind wanders.
If I ask him to stop now, would he?
The need to test the waters is too strong for me to stop myself. “Stop, Twitch. Please, stop.”
His hand stills on my ass. His face contorts in anger, eyes narrowing to slits. “I swear to you, Lexi…” He trails off, and I know I’ve made a huge mistake. I’m going to be punished for this.
When his lips twitch, I know he’s caught on, and all I can think is I’m screwed. He sounds amused when he says, “Oh Lexi. What are you doin’, babe? You think I was joking when I said I wouldn’t stop? You testing me, baby?”
Honesty. Be honest.
Sometimes I wish I had a rewind button for my mouth. I try to fix what I’m doing a really good job at wrecking. “I’m sorry. I just needed to know for sure.”