Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2)

by James, Amelia

  She gasped and struggled, but gave in as I backed her toward the bed. "You're in charge."

  "That's right." I tripped her and we tumbled onto the mattress. She pulled my tie off, and I wound it around her wrists, lashing them to the headboard rails.

  "Bastard," she hissed, her eyes sparkling.

  "Whor—" No. I walked away from her and searched the room for something to tie her legs.

  Her closet looked like a crime scene: scattered clothes, missing shoes, and an overturned golf bag spilling its contents across the floor. I tripped over a nine iron and picked it up. This could work. I grabbed a couple of scarves and tossed them on the foot of the bed with the club.

  Joan watched me with wary eyes. "What are you doing with that?"

  "Don't ask questions. Remember your safewords."

  "Yellow."

  That meant caution. I laughed and tied the golf club behind her ankles, spreading her legs apart. A spontaneous memory hit me and my cock stiffened as I stared at the woman bound beneath me. Instead of Joan, I saw Talia, tied to a pool table naked and spread, her dripping wet pussy begging me to fuck her.

  "Shut up, slut. You deserve this."

  "What does that mean?" Joan's voice shattered my fantasy. I didn't bother to explain. I couldn't.

  "I said no underwear."

  "Untie me and I'll strip for you."

  "No. You were supposed to be naked under your clothes—in public. You need to be punished."

  She bit her lip as I contemplated how to deal with her disobedience. My favorite way to torture her was by withholding something she wanted, but she knew that. The woman had gotten too defiant. She needed to fear me. "I need a tool."

  "What for?"

  She'd made dinner for me once, so I knew I'd find a sharp knife in her gourmet kitchen. Joan should've been a professional chef. Her knife collection, unlike her closet, was neatly arranged by size and use. I picked the biggest one, then spotted a pair of scissors. Handy, safe. Nah. I walked into the bedroom with the dangerous knife.

  Her eyes got huge. "Alex! No! Red, red, red!"

  I laughed and slipped the blade under her bra strap. "Don't you trust me?"

  "Absolutely not."

  When would I ever hear yes? I cut the other strap and then sliced the middle. Her amazing round breasts trembled in my hand, nipples puckered tight. "Do you still mean red?"

  She arched her back and dragged her tits against my palm. "Yellow... for now."

  I laid the knife on the bed and molested her nipples with my tongue. Joan had the best pair of breasts I'd gotten my hands on lately. Full and heavy with a soft downward slope that curved up to lift tiny pink nipples. Not at all like Talia's apple-sized tits and fat rosy buds.

  I missed those little boobs. Talia's breasts—her entire body—responded to me at the lightest stroke. Hell, I didn't even have to touch that girl to make her wet. I could mind-fuck her with a leering look or a rude suggestion. Joan needed a firm hand and a good half-hour of mental and physical foreplay. A little lube helped, too, but Talia was always wet and ready for me. And Will.

  What the fuck are you doing?

  I grabbed the knife and scored each side of Joan's panties, popping threads while she held her breath. Red satin ripped easily, leaving her naked and shivering. I stroked the blade, catching my scowling reflection in the polished metal.

  "What are you going to do with that?"

  I said nothing, spun the knife in my hand and jammed it in the mattress all the way to the handle. Damn that felt good.

  Her breasts heaved and her thighs quivered. "Alex...." Joan sighed as I leaned down and bit her flesh. She had thick legs—not fat—but muscular and stout. Ample places to nibble and tease for as long as she needed it. Her pussy was just starting to glisten, so I touched her clit with a fingertip. A soft moan escaped her, not quite there yet. Neither was I. Odd.

  I pulled my shirt off, dropped my pants, and dragged my unmotivated cock against her hot thigh, but still couldn't get it up. Maybe a taste of pussy.... I knelt between her tied apart legs and slapped my tongue against her wet flesh. Damn good, but not as sweet as—

  Stop it!

  My tongue remembered Talia's taste, her satin grip, her hot clench. My cock remembered her, too, and let me know—hard and fast.

  I can't stop. "I need to fuck you."

  "Do it! Please!"

  My erection wilted at the sound of Joan's voice. Damn! How can I get it back?

  I knew. Fuck! Fuck you, Talia! Mmm... what would've happened if Claire hadn't interrupted us?

  I laid Talia across my desk and yanked her skirt up to her waist. She fingered her clit while I pulled my pants down, then dropped to my knees and ate that sweet pink candy until she writhed and bucked and kicked my keyboard to the floor. She locked her ankles behind my thighs and pulled me in, her pussy clinging to me in a nice, tight 'welcome home' fuck.

  Home? Yes, this was where I belonged. Inside Talia—her body, her mind—all mine.

  Or hers?

  Joan arched her back and rubbed her hot pussy against me. "Fuck me, Alex."

  I drove into her before my cock realized we wanted a different cunt. Jesus Christ! I need Talia to keep me hard?

  The room flashed red as I fell on top of Joan, pounding her, punishing... someone else. Just this morning, before that addicting little slut fucked up my day, I was content to screw Joan as much as she wanted. I wasn't even looking for another lay.

  And then she came back—and no other woman existed.

  Damn it. Damn her!

  My fingers clenched. My balls contracted. I felt her struggle. Good. She thrashed beneath me as my grip tightened.

  She sputtered. "Help."

  No. My cock tingled as her cunt tightened. "God, baby, this feels so good." Sparks showered my body, sizzling and snapping on my skin.

  She coughed and gagged. "Alex, stop."

  "I'm gonna come." Furious heat burned between us. "I'm gonna make you come, too." You bitch. You fucked me. Why can't I let go? Flesh tore under my fingernails.

  "Red! Red!"

  What? My hand immediately released and Joan burst into tears, coughing and choking. Red welts exploded across her throat. "Holy shit, what did I do to you?" I untied her and held her close while she caught her breath.

  "I liked it at first, but you kept squeezing harder. I couldn't breathe."

  I flopped on my back and ran my hands through my hair. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." Damn it, Alex! Don't ever do that to a woman unless you're totally focused.

  She curled up next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. "You've been preoccupied all night. What happened?"

  "Not just tonight." For the last year and a half. I'd never really forgotten Talia. Never really tried. For a few months, I'd buried the pain and anger in one nameless pussy after another, but that got old fast. Joan was my first attempt at a relationship in years, and I thought we might have something real.

  But the moment I saw Talia—no, before that—the moment I heard her name, I wanted her back. The woman had ripped my life to shreds, but no one else had ever touched my heart.

  Joan sat up and tapped my chest with her fingers. "It's that new accountant."

  "How did you know?"

  "I saw the fire in your eyes when I said her name. No woman gets a response like that unless she's got a permanent grip on a man's balls."

  I groaned and leaned up on my elbows. "Got that right."

  "What did she do to you?"

  "She was an old girlfriend. Not really a girlfriend.... Ah shit, it was such a mess."

  "Did you sleep with her again?"

  "No. But I'm going to."

  Her eyes narrowed. "And you're telling me this because...?"

  "I thought you should hear about it from me, not from a chatty paralegal." I stood up and pulled my pants on. "A few years ago I wouldn't have cared. But now I like to think I'm better than that. That I learned something from screwing with her."

  She pul
led the covers back and settled in to her bed, pulling the blanket over her breasts. "Do you think you can make it work with her this time?"

  I put my shirt on inside out. Damn it. "Probably not. I don't know if... I want to.... Yeah. I want to." The buttons lined up right this time. "This thing with you and me... we're done."

  She freed my tie from the headboard and handed it to me. "We had some great sex."

  "Yeah, we did."

  "I'll miss that." She let the blanket drop to her waist.

  Great breasts. "Me too." I searched my pockets for my keys.

  She pulled the blanket up and tucked it tight. "But I think that's all it really was."

  "I wanted more. I tried.... I never slept with anyone else."

  "I know."

  "So if I want Talia back, I can't have anyone else in my bed... my life."

  Joan leaned back on the pillow and chewed her lip. "I see.... I can't say I'm happy about it, but I understand."

  "Thank you."

  "Don't expect me to wait for you to get this little slut out of your system."

  "I won't."

  "There are plenty of young men better than you waiting to get in my bed."

  I grinned. "Yeah, plenty, but none better."

  "Ha. None worse, you arrogant asshole."

  I leaned over and kissed her goodbye. "See you tomorrow?"

  Her eyes drifted left as she created a lie. "I have meetings all day."

  "Okay. Later, then."

  She turned her back to me and mumbled something into her pillow. Pretty sure I didn't want to know what.

  I walked out the door and drove home, thought for a moment about stopping for a drink, maybe pick up a waitress, but decided I really needed a good night's sleep.

  The Marriott Hotel where the DA's office usually housed their witnesses and other guests was just a quick right turn and three blocks away. Talia probably had a room there. I could go to my office and raid Claire's files to find out for certain. Go home.

  I'd bought a house just outside of town, far away from the drama and chaos of my work. I'd never owned a home before, but thought putting down roots might be just what I needed to start over.

  My footsteps echoed in the entryway as I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of bourbon, neat, and downed it in one swallow.

  This place was too damn big for one person. I'd gotten rid of all my furniture when I left Chicago... everything except that one leather chair. The one Talia and I had made out in the night after Will and I'd decided to play our little sex game with her. Another drink. Why had I kept it? A reminder? A trophy?

  No. A warning.

  Do not get mixed up with that woman again.

  Right.

  I grabbed the glass and the bottle and took them with me to the bedroom, but that cursed chair beckoned and I swung into the living room.

  A vision of Talia appeared, wearing nothing but a thin tank top stretched tight across her perky breasts. She leaned back, her bare ass planted on the leather seat, her hair tangled like I'd ripped my hands through it. She smiled like I'd never seen before—strong and confident.

  Bourbon burned my throat as the glass emptied. "Are you ready to take me on again?"

  She draped her ankle over the armrest, parting her thighs.

  But when I dropped to my knees to accept her offer, she disappeared. Fuck.

  I kicked the empty bottle across the hardwood floor and crawled into the chair. Even drunk, my litigious brain never stopped working. If you want her, you'll have to go through hell and back to keep her.

  Hell? Already there.

  The Same Mistake

  Alex made me want to do bad things. I wanted to spread my legs for him, sit on his face and make him lick my pussy like a dripping ice cream cone. I wanted to let him wrap his hands around my neck and steal my breath. Maybe forever. I wanted to bend over and... no. I came here to work... work him over like my worn out, abused vibrator.

  Fuck! I never should've come. What the hell was I thinking?

  Claire had set up a work area for me in a small law library/conference room. Alex's office was a mini suite. He worked in the corner room behind the big desk while Claire occupied the space that guarded his door.

  I sat at the polished mahogany table opposite the closed conference room door, so I'd know the moment anyone came in. The bookshelf walls muffled any noise from the rooms next to me, but I could hear everything that happened outside the door. I'd heard Alex come in and ask Claire if I was here. She'd said yes, and he hadn't said anything more.

  Doesn't matter. I have a job to do. The maze of spreadsheets and computer files kept my mind occupied, leading me into one dead end after another. Jesus, what have I gotten myself into? Alex's people couldn't find the money. What made them think I could?

  Claire knocked as she opened the door. "Hey, Talia. I'm going to lunch. Do you want to come with?"

  My stomach growled. "No, thanks. I'm so close to finding this...."

  "You found the payment?"

  "No, not that. I'm looking for an account I hope will lead to another account, and then who knows?" I shrugged.

  "Wow. You're good."

  I'm so fucking lost. "Not really."

  "Yeah, you are. I never understood all that computer tracking stuff. That's why I recommended you."

  So she brought me here. "Thanks."

  "Do you want me to bring you something?"

  "Will you get me a salad?"

  "Sure."

  I gave her some cash and she disappeared. But the door had barely clicked shut when Alex opened it. He stood there and stared at me. I stared back.

  Damn, he looks good. His hair was a bit longer in front, falling into his eyes as he tilted his head. His shoulders flexed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. I couldn't help following the line of buttons down to his belt buckle... and beyond. He shifted, hiding any evidence that he might still want me.

  I opened a file and flipped through it, still watching him. "Want something?"

  And then the slow, dangerous smile—the one that'd made me spread my legs for him so many times—laughed in his eyes. "Oh darlin', I want so many things." He stepped toward me, closing the door behind him and circled the table. "I want you naked, spread out on that table, tied down... no, not tied down. I want you to fight back."

  "I will." I scooted my chair back, but he kept coming.

  The smile turned into a snarl. "I want to bend you over my knee and spank your bare ass."

  "Just try." God, I'm dripping already.

  "And pound your hungry pussy until you come, screaming my name."

  Fuck yes! "Not your name."

  His eyes flashed. Got him.

  He sat on the edge of the table, clasped his hands over his thigh and leaned in close. My chair was already backed against the wall. I had no escape. "But first, I want my money back."

  "Your what?"

  "The money you scammed from me and Will."

  "Oh, that?"

  "What did you do with it? Did you spend it all or do you still have it?"

  He really wanted it back? Greedy bastard. "I gave it to charity."

  "Fucking hell. You did what?" He slid off the table, hitting the floor with a resounding thump.

  "I gave it to The American Cancer Society in memory of my dad. I still have the thank you note if you want to see it."

  "Why? Why didn't you keep it?"

  I stood and invaded his space. "Don't you know me at all? It was never about the money. I needed a win. You two had been screwing me over for months. I wanted revenge, and I'd already broken your hearts, so I thought the best way to get back at you was through your wallets. Stealing the money was my way to score a victory."

  "Jesus." He stalked around the table, running his hands through his hair. "You gave them Will's money too?"

  "All of it. I haven't thought about it since."

  "Damn it, woman."

  "I'll pay you back if you want." />
  "No. I don't need it. It's just... do you know what you did to me? You threatened my entire career. I lived in fear for months—still do—that the phony cop would talk. And all because of a fucked-up affair."

  Don't gloat. Don't.... "Win." I tried to bite back a smile.

  He turned and glared at me. "You little bitch. I'd be really pissed if I wasn't so proud of you." He shook his head and smiled.

  "Thank you... I think."

  "Yeah, really impressed... and turned on." He approached me again, his desire quite evident.

  I didn't back away. Instead, I reached for the bulge in his pants as he closed the gap between us.

  "But you deserve a spanking."

  Oh shit. Is he serious? I pushed back. "I don't think so."

  "I do." He jerked me against his body and reached for the hem of my skirt, kissing me as he pulled it up.

  I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling it back from his face while our mouths got re-acquainted. God, I missed him. His tongue flitted between my lips, enticing me into a mutual game of capture and retreat.

  He tucked my skirt around my waist, pinning it between our bodies so it wouldn't slide down. Then he tugged my panties below my ass cheeks, smiling at me like the evil bastard my pussy knew all too well.

  I wrapped my knee behind his thighs, spreading my legs and grinding against his hard cock.

  His palm smacked my bare skin.

  "Ow! What are you–?" Again. "Ouch, damn it!"

  "Shh." He held my stinging butt, rubbing my hot flesh while I tried to squirm free. "Don't fight it."

  "I thought you wanted a fight."

  "Later." Another slap sizzled on my skin, tingling across my ass to my throbbing clit. Oh, that felt nice. My nipples perked up, too.

  He slid his other hand between my legs, finger-fucking me while the spanking continued. Each slap drove his fingers in further and pushed my clit against the heel of his hand. "Make me come."

  "You will."

  Slap! "Oh God."

  He kept up a slow, erratic pace. I never knew when his hand would hit next. Waiting nearly killed me, and I died each time his palm connected with my burning flesh. His thumb brushed my clit, sending violent shock waves rippling through my body.