Glass Apples: A Modern Steamy Snow White Fairy Tale (Fairly Twisted Tales Book 2)

by Lux Miller

  Hunter’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his eyes drop to my legs where my otherwise tasteful shorts have ridden up my legs. They’re not indecently short, but they show off the gently sculpted muscles of my thighs. “Well, come on then, handsome. Why’re you still standing all the way over there when I’ve clearly invited you into my bed.”

  That’s all it takes to spur Hunter into action. He walks backwards until his back hits the door. He keeps walking as the door edges closer to its frame. The whole time, Hunter never once takes his eyes off me. When it clicks shut, he reaches around behind himself. The echo of the lock clicking into place catches my attention, and I grin.

  Hunter keeps his eyes glued to me as he walks across the room so that he’s standing about five feet from me. I lean back on my hands and grin. “Come on, handsome. Don’t be scared. I don’t bite…. Hard.”

  He groans and closes the distance, stepping between my legs. He leans down over me and whispers hoarsely, “What kind of game are you playing, Raven?”

  I flinch at the name, but now’s not the time to worry about semantics. I sit up straight and reach up with one hand to grab the collar of his shirt. He grunts as I tug it, propelling him forward so that he has to reach out with his hands to keep himself from falling onto me. I yank harder on the collar, bringing my second hand to the other side to assist in the action. My lips curl into a cheeky smile as my voice drops several octaves to a deeper, throaty mewl. My breath puffs hotly as I go in for the kill, “One that I know I’ll win.”

  Before Hunter realizes what I’m planning, I brush my opened lips against his and wrap both arms around his neck. His groans against my mouth, but makes no effort to pull back, at first. After several heartbeats of our lips barely touching, he leans in further, sealing his mouth to mine. I smirk into the kiss, because I know that the fly is caught in the web.

  Hunter pulls back suddenly as I slide my tongue along his bottom lip. “What? Raven, what’re you doing? We shouldn’t be doing this…”

  I nod and snatch him back to me by his collar. “And that’s exactly why I intend to do it, anyway.” I let go of his collar and sit back again, this time spreading my legs apart inappropriately far. He makes his best effort not to look, but he can’t stop the involuntary action as his eyes drop to the apex of my legs, then jump back up to my face.

  He pulls off his cowboy hat and drops it on the floor behind him. “Raven, are you sure this is what you want? What about your headache? What about your sister?”

  I shrug as I eye his hair. It’s shaggy in a devil-may-care way, but I can tell he takes care of himself. It’s an average shade of brown and nothing to write home about. Ha, who am I kidding? There’s nobody at home to even write to anyway. His hair may be rather ordinary, but his eyes are fucking gorgeous. It’s like they can’t decide what color they want to be, so they just decided to be all of them. “I told you the medicine works wonders. It’s like it never even happened… and one fun, little side effect I forgot to mention…”

  His eyes widen slightly like he doesn’t quite trust me. Smart boy. He really shouldn’t. I’m a soul-crusher when my heavily guarded walls fall. And I’ve never met a heart that could withstand the kind of poisonous love that I give.

  I grab his hand and jerk him forward. He stumbles, but catches himself with his other hand on the bed beside me. I can practically feel his heart racing as his chest heaves. He shakes his head and pushes up off the bed, backing away like I’m a snake that’s hissing at him. He skates a hand through his hair nervously and shakes his head again. “Raven, I can’t do this… we can’t do this. There’s rules against ranch hands hooking up for a reason…”

  I cross my arms and narrow my eyes. I’m not used to being told no, and I don’t particularly appreciate this man’s audacity in doing so. I take a step toward him, and he jumps back again, holding his hands out in front of him. I chuckle softly and prop my hands on my hips. “Hunter, don’t you know that rules are made to be broken?”

  Hunter licks his lips slowly, watching me like a hawk. “But you’re a kid. I can’t do what you’re suggesting with a kid.”

  The growl that leaps out of my throat is almost feral, “I am not a child. And stop looking at me like I’m some delicate flower you’re afraid to touch. I’m seventeen, not seven. And I’ll be eighteen next week, anyway. The state of New York already views me as capable of making an informed decision regarding consent.”

  He clears his throat, “Raven, I can’t…”

  I close the distance between us, and he winces, but doesn’t move away from me. “You can’t? Or you won’t?”

  He stutters for a moment before spitting two words that infuriate me, “I can’t…”

  “Liar!” I yell at him and push him backwards. He stumbles back, but I keep on pushing until his back is against the door. “You won’t! And I’d bet good money it has something to do with that goody two-shoes sister of mine. Well, let me tell you the little secret she didn’t think to tell you. I’m no sweet and innocent little angel, pining away and dreaming of the day when I lose my virginity. That ship’s long gone.”

  His face blanches as I reveal my dirty past to him. He opens and closes his mouth twice before he manages to speak. “Aspen said... “

  I throw my head back and chuckle wildly. “Aspen doesn’t know what I do when she’s too busy to pay attention. I’ve lost count of the number of men I’ve fucked. But I’ll tell you one thing - not one of them complained when I milked their dicks dry…”

  He shifts uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust himself with his hand. I smirks and knock his hand aside, cupping it around his dick that’s straining against his jeans. He damn-near squeaks in defiance, “But even you said… that you hadn’t…”

  A dark cackle bubbles out of my throat as I squeeze his cock through his jeans. I can practically feel it pulsing with anticipation, and Hunter is clearly losing the battle of wills that we’re fighting. I let go of him and take two steps back, whipping my shirt over my head and letting it drop on the floor behind me. I scowl when I see the crisp, white lace of the bra covering my breasts. What is it with all the fucking white? I take a deep breath and remind myself that it’s no matter anyway. It’s going to be on the floor soon enough as it is.

  “Hunter. Raven doesn’t remember the things I do. I can fuck half of New York, and she’d be none the wiser. That’s why this little arrangement is going to work out so well…”

  Hunter’s eyes drop to my chest briefly, then flick back up to my face. “What arrangement?”

  I grin and step back toward the bed, reaching behind my back to unclasp the bra. I let it fall to the floor in a disgusting puddle of prissy purity. Then I look back up at him to find him staring at the wall behind me. He’s trying his damnedest not to look at me. “The one we’re about to draw up, of course…”

  Hunter is tense as I approach him again, painstakingly slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I grin when I see that there’s nothing but deliciously tanned skin underneath his shirt. What fuels the fire low in my belly is the fact that he doesn’t stop me. He’s huge. He could squash me like a bug, but yet he’s watching me intently like he’s scared to say no. Good. That’s just how I like them. Obedient.

  I lick my lips as I push his shirt open and slide my hands down over chiseled, rock-hard muscles. Mmmmm, he’s ripped just like I expected he’d be. His breath catches in his throat as I step against him, flattening my breasts against his wall of muscle. “It will be quite perfect if I do say so myself. Rather wickedly so, in fact.”

  “See, what’s going to happen is we’re going to get naked. We’ll mess around with some foreplay. You’ll lick my pussy, I’ll suck your cock a bit… and then you’re going to fuck my brains out. Because face it, pretty boy... you, me, and the world know you’re already thinking about it, anyway. You’re going to drive that rock-hard dick inside my cunt so hard that we’ll both be hollering for mercy.

  “And it’s perfect. We’ll get the release we so despe
rately need, but Raven won’t even remember it. So, it’ll be like it never happened. In fact, it will be our dirty, little secret, and you can continue to work with Raven like it’s no big deal. No awkwardness because she won’t even know that things should be awkward.”

  Hunter’s muscles relax, but only just. He clears his throat again and looks down at me, a glimmer in his eyes that tells me he’s contemplating it more than just a little bit. “While I must admit that it’s tempting, your plan is kinda questionable ethically…”

  I shrug and loop my arms up around his neck, twisting my fingers in the scraggly bits at the nape of his neck. I stand on my tiptoes and lean my mouth in so close to his head that he shivers. I trace my tongue slowly along the outer shell of his ear and whisper hotly, “Oh, I know… it’s positively evil…”

  SIX

  Hunter

  It takes everything in my power not to morph into a feral animal when Raven comes on to me. It’s been far too long since I’ve had sex, and now a gorgeous woman is practically throwing herself at me. It’s a little disconcerting considering she was near-catatonic with a crippling migraine half an hour ago. Now, she’s acting like there was never anything wrong. I know that some people can be very convincing when they’re putting on an act, but everything about the entire situation screamed that it wasn’t an act.

  Yet here she is, half-naked and coming on to me stronger than a vintage wine. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to throw her on that damn crisp, white bed and fuck her brains out. It’s inappropriate and forbidden, but her throwing her shirt off sends my mind straight to the gutter. It’d have that effect on any man. Then, she upped the ante by ditching the frilly, white lace bra. Her breasts are creamy white and unsullied by the sun, two perfectly perky mounds that I do everything in my power not to look at.

  I fail of course, stealing glances before she closes the distance between us and I can no longer see them, even if I wasn’t desperately trying to avoid doing so. Then, she seals both our fates forever as she unbuttons my shirt and slides her hands across the muscles in my chest. Just when I think she can’t push me any further into the loss of my self-control, she throws her arms around my neck and flattens her breasts against my chest. The demands she lobs at me next have my dick rock hard in seconds, and everything that’s coming out of her mouth is suddenly my goal.

  I no longer want this woman. I need her and ethics be damned, if she doesn’t stop throwing herself at me, I’m going to take her. She presses her lips to my ear and whispers that her plan to seduce me is “postiively evil,” and any chance I had of resisting her evaporates. A low growl rumbles in my chest as I turn us around and practically slam her back against the door, caging her against it with my arms. I bend down over her and kiss her hotly, throwing caution to the wind. This is going to bite me in the ass at some point, but right now, consequences be damned, I’m going to have her.

  She responds to my forwardness by pulling her arms from around my neck and sliding her hands slowly over the skin of my chest. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth, and I groan, pinning her body between mine and the door. She smirks against my lips and trails her fingers along each ridged muscle in my abdomen. Good grief, it’s hot as she scrapes her fingernails against the toughened skin. The sensation amplifies the jolts of electricity shooting straight to my cock, and she jerks her mouth away from mine as she gasps for breath.

  “Enough of this,” she gasps as she shoves one hand into my jeans. My eyes fly open in surprise as she grips me over my practical boxer briefs. I dressed today to work, not to impress a woman, so I’m sitting here, praying I didn’t put on the worn-through ones with extra vents and stains. If I’d known an incredibly beautiful woman was going to seduce me, I’d have at least worn my church drawers.

  She yanks her hand back out with a smirk and easily flicks the button on my jeans open, then lowers the zipper slowly as she drops to her knees in front of me. She pushes her hand into my underwear, through the hole in the front, and my entire body tightens as she drags those same fingernails along the super sensitive patch of skin on the underside of my dick. Yeah, I couldn’t resist this woman if I wanted to. She’s got me in her clutches and despite the voice screaming in the back of my head that everything about this is wrong, I just don’t care.

  My eyes snap down to watch her as she pulls my cock out of my underwear through the same hole she put her hand through. Warning bells are screaming in my head, but I ignore them as I lean over her, putting my weight against the hands that are propped on the door. She looks up at me from her knees and licks her lips. And I silently pray that I don’t come instantly, because the build up to this has my dick so hard that it’s nearly painful.

  She locks her eyes onto my face and flicks her tongue out, the tip of it skating over the tip of my dick. A deep, throaty moan tumbles out of me as the muscles in my belly tighten. She grins and I watch in awe as my cock disappears between her lips. The hot, wet heat of her mouth encases my cock, and I slam one hand against the wall, balling it into a fist as pleasure ping pongs through my senses.

  Her lips come to a rest a couple inches above the base of my cock, and I open my mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again as she wraps one hand around me where her mouth doesn’t quite reach. Fuck me, she’s done this before. I swallow hard as she pulls back, letting my dick slide out of her mouth. She pumps her hand up and down the length of my shaft a couple of times before attempting to swallow my cock.

  “God damnit, Raven,” I murmur.

  She stops for a moment and sits back on her heels, giving me the most glorious view of her small, rounded breasts. She shakes her head with a devious grin. “When we’re fucking, or better yet, if you’ve got your tongue or dick in any part of me, call me Queenie. Raven is a shy, ignorant fool. I’m not…”

  I open my mouth to clarify what she’s saying, but she sucks my dick into her mouth again before I can utter a single word. She’s not playing around this time. She gags slightly as the crown of my cock brushes the back of her throat, but she doesn’t budge her mouth or let me pull my hips back. Instead, she reaches one hand around to my lower back and slides it down along my skin, pushing my jeans down as she digs her sharp fingernails into my ass.

  I buck forward, and she stumbles back, her back hitting the wall with a gentle thud. Now, the precision with which she’s making her movements is blowing my mind as she sucks my dick. She’s not shy in the least as she shifts her hand from the base of my cock down to my balls, drumming her fingers along the underside of them. The sensation is unexpected, and it makes my dick jump inside her mouth.

  Things are happening down there that I’m not ready to happen. Not yet. Not when I haven’t had this kind of attention from a woman in months, and I’m dying to keep my dick buried in some part of this conflictingly beautiful girl. “Stop,” I beg.

  Raven obliges, sitting back on her heels as she looks up at me with a frown on her face. “Do you not like it?”

  I shake my head quickly, and her confidence falters a bit. Then I realize that I answered her question all wrong. “Rav-, I mean Queenie… I fucking love it, but if you keep it up like you’re doing, I’m going to come down your throat without ever getting to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Reaching down with my hands, I hook them under her arms and tug her to her feet. “I’m going to come no matter what you to do me, but I’ll be damned if you don’t come with me. There’s nothing better than having a cunt clenched so tightly around your cock that you can barely move it as it’s milked dry. And I intend to have you ready to scream my name before I plunge this…” I push my erection against her, and it brushes along her porcelain stomach. “...inside you so deep, that you’ll feel my dick for days afterwards…”

  She bites down on her bottom lip, but doesn’t protest. There’s a glimmer of innocence in her eyes, and I still can’t help but wonder if she’s putting on an act to get me to do something no other man would. Not that I’d be too terribly horrif
ied if I took her virginity. Every cherry’s gotta get popped at some point, and I’ve popped a couple myself. But I’ve a sneaking suspicion that Raven’s act of innocence is bullshit. There’s no way in hell a woman this beautiful hasn’t laid herself bare to a man. And there’s equally no way that any man could resist her.

  I grin and push her back against the wall, my hands fumbling with her jean shorts. It’s a matter of seconds before I’ve hooked my thumbs in the waistband of both them and her panties and shimmied them down to her feet. When I look back up, I shiver to see that her pussy is as white as her breasts with a thin patch of black hair. I growl under my breath and drop to my knees, using my hands to push her thighs apart.

  Before my eyes is a pussy that’s begging to be eaten raw. It’s pink and glistening already with her arousal, and I want nothing more than to get a taste. But not yet. Not until I have her mewling with desire. I lean my face closer so that I can inhale her scent, and I groan when it invades my nostrils. Her musky scent with a slight hint of sweetness wafts over me, and I ball my left hand into a fist, pushing it down into the carpet.