Raw: Rebirth (Raw Family, #3)

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by Belle Aurora


  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?”

  There was no denying it. “Yours.” I panted out, “It’s yours.”

  He continued to drag the smooth head of him through my wet heat. His voice was curt, dark. “Never wanted anyone like you want me.” Another slap of his cock, and this time he caught my clit with his piercing. “Isn’t that right, angel?”

  As my clit pulsed, I let free a long moan, and when he tugged on the belt in warning, my pussy clamped. “Yes,” I breathed. “You were right.”

  You were right, you asshole, and sometimes I hate you for it.

  The room reverberated with his smug chuckle, and slowly, he pushed into my needy hole. The head of him slid into me, and as I felt the ball of his piercing drag along my inner flesh, a light gasp left me and my eyes fluttered closed.

  That was when he spoke. “See?” he uttered meaningfully, driving farther into me. “Made for each other.”

  He didn’t stop until I was fully impaled on his throbbing shaft. Or maybe it was me who was throbbing, I didn’t actually know. What I did know was that he needed to move.

  Like, now.

  I was full. Stuffed. I’d forgotten just how thick he was. My pussy felt like it was on fire as his steel heat fille
d me. I was overloaded in the best way possible. My entire body was tingling at the feeling.

  And Twitch grunted, “How the fuck are you still so tight?” He pulled back then thrust into me again almost angrily. “Fuck.”

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Ce—” I tried to get the word out. Licking my lips, I tried again. “Cesarean.”

  Yep. That would do it. I hope he understood because I couldn’t think right now, let alone talk about it.

  He started slow, pushing into me, and from the way he muttered, “Yes. So beautiful,” I knew he was watching the show. When I elevated my ass that little bit more to heighten the pleasure on both ends, that small move pulled a groan from Twitch the exact moment a low moan escaped me.

  It was ecstasy.

  Pure sexual napalm.

  Volatile. Explosive.

  I felt the second he released the belt. How? Because its length fell down my side, but when he tangled his hand in my hair and pulled lightly, my core clenched. He pulled firmly, forcing me to follow, and then I was up in a kneeling position, my back arched almost painfully as Twitch wrapped his free hand around my throat while continuing his slow thrust assault. I panted with every lunge, and when Twitch put his mouth to the corner of my lips, kissing me deeply at the cheek, I almost came.

  And he felt it.

  Releasing my neck, he gripped my chin lightly, and growled, “Do not come.”

  And then I did something dumb. Super dumb. I poked my tongue out and licked his fingers.

  I felt the stutter in his thrust as he took in a deep breath.

  I did it again, and he grunted into my ear. “If you don’t want me to make a deposit, you need to stop.”

  But I couldn’t stop. I needed him. All of him.

  When my tongue came out a third time with his face close to mine, he watched me, and when I least expected it, he gripped my chin hard and offered me two fingers.

  Oh my God.

  Hallelujah!

  I pulled them into my mouth, sucking desperately, and Twitch stopped breathing a moment, his hips jerking into me spasmodically.

  He released my hair so suddenly I almost lunged forward, but thankfully, he held me up, and when I was stable, his hand slid down between my legs. Unexpectedly, he pinched my clit, and I cried out around his fingers. The long length of the belt came to rest between my cleavage. He slowed his thrusts and he did it again, lightly slapping my pussy between pinches. Time slowed and my body went lax as the familiar prickles lined my entire back. My eyes closed as colored lights danced behind my closed lids, and I moaned when Twitch asked, “You gonna come on my cock, angel?”

  I tried to nod but couldn’t. All of my energy was going into my orgasm.

  The moment my slick core tightened around his shaft, he let out a grunt and pressed his face into my neck. “Fuck. Come for me, baby.” My breathing shook as the first contraction took me, and when Twitch uttered through gritted teeth, “Yeah. Just like that. Milk me,” I was lost.

  I fell to pieces, and as my body spasmed uncontrollably, I never wanted to be put back together again.

  Not now. Not ever.

  Twitch released me and I fell forward onto the bed, panting and weak from my release. He gripped my hips tight enough to bruise and pulled me back into his violent thrusts. Biting my lip, I gripped the covers and moaned as he panted, the sounds of our bodies coming together reverberating off the walls.

  And then, with a low growl, Twitch held me into his body harshly as he came down, covering my back with his front and holding me close, and he gently rocked into me.

  I felt it.

  His throbbing cock. The wet warmth inside me.

  I felt his release. And the intensity of it was simultaneously frightening yet heavenly. Amazing.

  His low groan filled the room, and as he panted into my ear, I felt him still inside me. I was consoled by the feeling of being surrounded by him, by the feeling of being filled with him. I was comforted by his mere presence. This man would never truly understand how much he meant to me, and that simple fact broke my heart as quickly as I thought it might have began to heal.

  Twitch surprised me, as he often did. When he pulled out of me, I felt our combined releases run down my legs. A split second later, he fell to the bed on his back and pulled me down on top of him, taking his now softening dick and fitting it back inside me, and I liked that on an insane level. I guess we both needed the closeness.

  With my head on his chest and my finger gently running over his flat nipple, the question vibrated throughout me as he ran his hands gently down my back to settle on my ass. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” I lied.

  And he chuckled quietly. “No you’re not.”

  No, I wasn’t.

  I blinked away tears. There were so many things I wanted to say, to ask.

  I missed you.

  Where were you? I needed you.

  How dare you come back after all this time and make me love you again, you cruel bastard?

  I don’t need you anymore, you asshole. I spent five years without you. I could go an eternity.

  But mainly,

  Don’t ever leave me again. I need you more than I need to breathe.

  I was confused, and when I rested my chin on his chest, I found him looking at me. A single tear trailed my cheek, as I uttered a grim, “You need to leave.”

  But his eyes held mine. “What did I tell you?” He ran a hand over my now-messy hair in a sweet, loving gesture, looked me deep in the eye, then swore, “I am never leaving you again.”

  And the way he said it, sincere and so full of conviction, I believed him.

  I believed him.

  Chapter

  Twenty-One

  Lexi

  Knocking on the door woke me, and when it persisted, I blinked sleepily into the morning sun. That was when his arms tightened around me.

  “Tell ‘em to fuck off, Lex.”

  Oh, shit.

  My eyes snapped open and I blinked down at the beautiful man in my bed. I sat up quickly. “Oh, shit!”

  At that, he squinted at me, rapidly blinking away his drowsiness. “What?”

  I was panicking. “I thought I told you to leave!”

  His eyes snapped open at that and his brows knitted. “And I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

  The knocking continued and I scrambled out of bed. “You need to go. Like, now.” I went to the window and opened it, hoping he’d get the hint. “Please, Twitch. Just go.”

  “What’s the problem here?” He lazed in my bed, putting his arm behind him, using it as a pillow.

  Ugh. It was disturbing how great he looked in the mornings.

  More knocking, and I poked my head out into the hallway and called out, “Just a minute! Coming!” before turning back to my ex, and hissing, “I do not want A.J. to find you here, in my bed.”

  But a sleepy Twitch grunted. “So what? He knows I love you. I’ve told him a hundred times.”

  Aw. My heart.

  Also... nope.

  I slipped on my pajama pants and threw on a sweater, all the while begging, “Please, Twitch. I don’t need this right now. And I definitely don’t need him getting his hopes up. He’s already acting out some. I don’t want that to increase when he realizes Daddy isn’t moving in.”

  Twitch’s brows lowered and the words came out unhurried. “Daddy isn’t moving in?”

  Hard knocking, then a sweet little, “Mummy, I need to go!”

  “Coming,” I yelled out, before whisper-hissing to the giant baby in the bed, “No! Daddy is most certainly not moving in!” I scoffed. “We screwed and it was great, Tony, but that’s all it was.”

  Lies. But he didn’t need to know that.

  He looked kind of injured when he slid out of bed, thin-lipped and moping. “Fine. I’ll go. But...” His naked body was so gorgeously distracting. “This isn’t over, angel.”

  I left him dressing in the bedroom, closing the door, as I rushed down the ha
ll and swung open the door. The little monster dropped his bag at the door and hurried past me. “I need to pee!” And when Julius and Ana watched me suspiciously, I stuttered through my lame explanation. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that. There was this huge roach in my bedroom and he—” Fuck. “I mean it just wouldn’t let me out of my room.” I forced out a laugh. “I was kind of cornered.” Slapping a hand onto my shoulder, I smiled a little too widely. “Sorry.”

  But Julius narrowed his eyes at me. “A roach, huh?” He scratched at his nose. “Yeah, they sure make ‘em big these days.” His eyes trailed to the side of the house just as Twitch stepped into view, and I fucking died a thousand deaths.

  My senseless late night guest just walked across the yard, smirking like the fool he was, pulling on his tee, and then he calling out, “Mornin’, all.”

  Julius laughed under his breath, shaking his head before turning to me, his eyes smiling. “Yep. Definitely a roach problem goin’ around.”

  I was mortified. My cheeks blazed fluorescent pink, and when Ana leaned in close, looking at my throat, her eyes widened. Her words were whisper-soft. “Is that a hickey?”

  A gasp left me as I slapped a hand onto my neck, and croaked, “No!”

  Ana’s eyes smiled and she nodded slowly.

  Oh my God. He gave me a hickey. How old was he, seventeen?

  My mood darkened. I should have known. He always did like to make undisputed claims.

  “Asshole,” I muttered then sighed, irritated. “Well, don’t just stand there. Come on in.”

  As soon as I walked down the hall, A.J. rushed me, throwing himself into my arms, and I laughed, lifting him. “Hey, you. Did you have a good time?”

  He nodded, grinning. “It was so much fun! Ana made popcorn and we watched—” He held up three tiny fingers. “—three movies. I got to stay up late. And Uncle Julius made me breakfast this morning and I want to sleepover again.”

  I chuckled softly. “Sure, buddy, but not for a while.”

  His face fell. “Aw, why?”

  I squeezed him tightly. “Because I missed you. I love when you’re home with me.” I pulled back, running a hand through his neatly trimmed hair. “I always miss you when you’re gone.”

 

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