Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2)

by James, Amelia

  "Wrong." I shoved her face-down on the bed and fell on top of her, searching for her asshole with my cock. She kicked and thrashed and managed to buck me off before I could fuck that tempting little ass. I landed on my back, and she spread her legs across my thighs. Her glistening wet cunt hovered over my cock, and she gnawed her lip. Is she still fighting guilt?

  But she didn't hesitate for long. She grabbed my cock and held it up straight while she lowered herself, slowly taking me in while she gasped.

  My heart stopped, my body rocked. She tightened around me and my eyes rolled back in my head. Shivers of flame danced up and down my shaft. I'd never forgotten the searing heat this woman's cunt possessed. And I'd never found its equal.

  Her hair spilled around my face as she leaned over. I cupped her breasts in my hands, pinching her fat nipples, and when she kissed me, I never wanted to stop.

  She moaned and ground down on my cock, and I grabbed her ass and moved with her, helping her fuck me while our tongues tangled. My fingers crept toward her tight hole, but she shifted and knocked my hand off course, then pulled my shirt up and licked my nipple.

  An involuntary shudder ripped through me. "Whoa."

  Talia laughed. "I love making you squirm."

  She rode harder and faster, and I allowed her to take control while I played the good lover, fondling her breasts, stroking her thighs, gently kissing her neck.

  Enough of that. I wrapped my arms and legs around her and flipped her on her back.

  "No!" She shoved my chest, trying to regain the superior position, but I draped her legs over my shoulders and drove in deep. "Oh! God. That's so... mmm...."

  She let me pound her pussy, locking her ankles behind my neck and pulling me down. I bit her thigh and she flinched, but I recaptured her leg and pinned it to the bed, spreading her wide open while I wrecked her helpless flesh.

  "Come for me." I thrust hard, making her breasts bounce.

  She shook her head. "No."

  "Why not?"

  "I want... oh... I'll come when I want to."

  "Not likely." I wrapped both her legs around my waist and trapped her knees against the mattress. Her cunt tightened like a vice, and tremors rippled through her. "You'll come...." I slammed in hard and pulled out slow as her body quaked beneath me. "Now!"

  "No!" Her thighs clamped around me as violent shudders wracked her body. Heat flowed from her cunt, consuming my cock in its molten pleasure. "Bastard."

  Back to that again? I rested just long enough for her to catch me by surprise and roll me over. She impaled her pussy on my cock, her body still quivering.

  I sat up and grabbed her ass, pulling her onto my lap, tight against my abs. "You can't get enough of my cock."

  "You'd like to think so."

  "I know. You fucked Will, you fucked that wuss boyfriend, and you thought that would be enough. You said no to me, but we both knew it wouldn't last."

  She gasped and slapped me. Same old Talia.

  I chomped on her neck, right over the spot another man had marked, and hammered her pussy without mercy. Rage fueled my lust, propelled by my need to reprimand her for all the wrongs she'd committed. The fire consumed my anger toward her and then turned to feed on my guilt—my crimes against her.

  "Alex!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  "Baby?"

  "Don't stop!"

  We rolled right off the bed, and I lost my balance as we hit the floor. We lay on our backs, gasping for breath. I got to my knees and spread her legs, but she grabbed my shirt and tried to pull me down. She managed to roll on top, but I used her momentum to keep going and thrust my cock into her as I pinned her under me.

  I felt her body surrender a little more with each stroke, but she wasn't giving up the fight. Instead, she reveled in her submissive position, taking the pleasure I forced on her and giving it back with equal and even greater strength.

  She grabbed the back of my neck and looked into my eyes. "Mark my body."

  I searched for a place someone else hadn't already claimed, and found virgin territory—her left breast—over her pounding heart. My lips brushed her tender skin and I sucked the sweet flesh into my mouth, biting down while she shoved her hands under my shirt and raked her nails down my back.

  Her breast popped free, and a red and blue welt rose up where my mouth had taken it. She whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. I'd almost broken her skin. One more bite and I could make her bleed. Her eyes flew open and she stared straight into my soul. "What are you waiting for? Take your revenge."

  I chomped on her flesh and tasted warm salt. Stop! What are you doing? But the words came from my head, not from her. A ferocious thrill tore down my throat to my dick, and I pounded her pussy while my teeth held her still.

  "Yes!" She cried out and arched her back.

  I released her breast and dabbed at the blood with my shirt. "Get on top of me. Make me come."

  "What? No." She slid her arms around my neck and pulled me down. "I like it here."

  "All right." I planted my knees and pressed her thighs apart, grinding on her pulsing clit. She moaned and held me close, dragging her hot skin against mine. Her fingers wiggled under my shirt, and she pulled it up and pinched my nipple. "Ow. Do that again."

  She grinned and dug in with her fingernails. "Like that?"

  Little bitch. "Yes."

  One hand clawed my ass while she abused my helpless nipple. Then she tugged my shirt up higher and bit the other one.

  "Holy fucking hell!" Pain tore me apart, but pleasure followed in its wake and pulled me together only to shatter my body again as my cock exploded. I collapsed on her chest, shaking and sweating while she moaned and twisted under me.

  When she quieted down, I held her close and kissed her damp skin, licking the hideous mark on her breast and hoping that would take the sting away.

  "Ow. Goddamn it!" She gasped at her breast and smacked me away. "What did you do to me?" She sat up and grabbed the towel, gingerly patting spots of blood.

  "You didn't tell me to stop."

  "I shouldn't have to! Couldn't you tell you were ripping my skin open?"

  "You said yes, and you came while I was doing it."

  "I did not."

  "Yes, you did. I know when you come."

  "Whatever." She wrapped the towel around herself and glared at me.

  "I'm sorry." I reached for her and caressed her warm cheek.

  Her hard eyes shimmered and her bottom lip trembled. "I thought.... When I went home, I was so confused. I only fucked Will because he let me. I broke up with Scott."

  "You're single? Why didn't you tell me?"

  She nodded. "I thought sleeping with you—guilt-free—would make everything...." She stood up and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "I played you."

  "And I played you. I'm not sleeping with Joan anymore, but I let you think I was."

  "Nothing has changed. We're still lying to each other, screwing each other."

  Jesus. "We're still as fucked up as ever." I stood and pulled on my pants, then reached for her. "I'm so sorry, Talia."

  But it wasn't enough. She backed away from my outstretched hand, cowering in the corner, wounded and vulnerable. "I can't...."

  I nodded and headed for the door, but couldn't walk out on her again without telling her.... What? "I'll be in court all day tomorrow. You can work at my office... or here if that's more comfortable. Finish the job and go back to Chicago."

  She said nothing.

  I closed the door behind me and stared down the long, empty hallway, searching through painful memories and trying to find a good one to cling to. There weren't many.

  Fuck me like I deserve it, Alex.

  I had. She had. We'd both gotten what we deserved. But the marks she'd left on me made it impossible to love anyone else.

  Just Once More

  My heart pounded, my throat went dry, and I actually turned and took a step down the hall before walking back to her door and cursing myself for being the
re. Talia had called me in the middle of the night, sobbing, making no sense at all. Alex had walked out on her again. She'd fucked him, or fucked with him... I couldn't tell. She was hurt and she needed me, so I'd taken a couple of personal days and showed up in Denver. Common sense stayed behind in Chicago.

  The door flew open a couple seconds after I knocked, and Talia leaped into my arms. "Oh Will! I'm so glad you're here."

  "I'll always be here for you, sweetheart." I held her close and sniffed her hair, some crazy fruit blend she loved.

  She pulled me into the room and we sat down on the bed. Probably a bad idea, but after the last romp in my truck, I'd given up denying her anything she wanted.

  Talia grabbed a menu off the nightstand. "Should we order a pizza? This place is right across the street. They're fast. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm sure you didn't get dinner on the plane."

  "Sure. Sounds good." The girl had a gift for compartmentalizing her feelings, putting issues aside so she could deal with them one at a time. Food first, then Alex... or whatever she needed me for.

  She placed the order and pulled a couple of beers from the fridge. "This is the brand you like, right?"

  No, but I refused to disappoint her. "Yeah, thanks."

  She sat beside me and opened the beers. "I broke up with Scott."

  "Who's Scott?"

  She huffed at me. "The guy I was dating when we...."

  I remembered then, and could've let her off the hook, but I wanted to hear her say it.

  "When we tumbled in your truck bed."

  Cute. "Oh, that guy. I'm sorry."

  "I'm not. He wasn't right for me." She took a swig. "No, he was right. But not for me."

  I finished off my beer and got up for another one. "Okay, when we talk about you and Alex, you're gonna have to make more sense than that."

  She smiled. "I'll try."

  I thought about sitting in the chair, but that damn bed with Talia on it looked much more appealing. "Did you tell him about me?"

  "Alex?"

  I nudged her knee with mine. "No, the guy you dumped."

  "Oh, yeah. He um... wasn't too pleased."

  "Did you tell Alex about me?" What are you doing, idiot?

  "Yeah." She screwed up her face. "I didn't handle that too well."

  "I don't want to know." More beer, please.

  "But he reacted exactly the way I wanted him to. Fucked me like a—"

  "You can stop talking now." Damn it, why is there wood in my pants?

  "Oh. Sorry." Fortunately, the pizza guy knocked on the door, and Talia jumped off the bed. "I'll get that."

  We stopped talking and started eating. The pizza never stood a chance. After we polished it off, Talia tossed the box on the floor and stretched out on the bed. She tucked one arm behind her head and laid the other across her stomach.

  Well, shit. I quit arguing with my dick and lay beside her, keeping a good six inches of space between us. "So what did you two do to each other?"

  "We screwed each other."

  "I kinda figured that."

  She leaned up on her elbow. "No, I mean he manipulated me, and I tried to do it to him, but he saw right through it."

  "Yeah, it's pretty tough to pull one over on that guy."

  She flopped back down on the pillow. "That bastard fucked with my head and he enjoyed every minute of it! He said that's his kink."

  "What's yours?" I slid a little closer to her without touching.

  "It used to be fucking as many men as I wanted." The mattress shook as she shivered. "Still is, but I think I found another one."

  This should be interesting. I propped myself up and let my hand slip closer, but still didn't touch her. "Tell me."

  "I can't describe it." She slid her fingers over her breast and winced. "It's... being helpless, but holding the upper hand. Scary but exciting. Does that make sense?"

  "It makes perfect sense."

  She leaned up, our eyes level. "Explain it to me."

  I dropped back on the bed. "Nope. You need to figure that out on your own."

  She rolled onto her back again and got quiet, staring at the ceiling while her fingers tapped an erratic rhythm on her breast. "I've only felt that way with Alex."

  Don't let her think about that. Don't.... "What does that tell you?"

  "I want him back." She slapped both hands over her face. "Ugh! What is wrong with me?"

  I shook my head.

  "I can't. I can't go back to him."

  "What are you gonna do? Hide out in this hotel room?"

  She looked at me and nodded, her eyes bright and hopeful. "I could. I've been working here all week."

  "You have to deal with him—face to face."

  "Noooooo."

  "Might help if you kept your clothes on."

  She stuck her tongue out at me. "Take me back to Chicago."

  "Nope. You can't run away. I'm leaving in the morning, and you're going back to his office."

  "Why are you leaving so soon?"

  I wasn't. My return flight was scheduled for Friday night—the day after tomorrow. I sat up and rested my arms on my knees, unable to face her. "I'm an idiot, but I'm gonna ask this question again. This time I want a straight answer from you." I turned and met her gaze. "Why did you call me?"

  She reached for me, first caressing my leg, and then tugging my arm and pulling me down next to her. "You're the only person I can talk to. You listen to me, and I know you won't give me any bullshit."

  "How do you know that?"

  "Because you can't hide your feelings from me anymore. If anything good came from that mess with Alex, it's that you learned to feel something... at least when you're with me."

  I touched her. I slid across the bed and pulled her body into mine. "Yeah, I feel something. I feel like I don't want to let you go. I feel like I need one more night with you." I caressed her silky hair, tangling my fingers in it as I cupped her face in my hands. "If you don't want me, you have to say no... you have to stop... because I won't. Not tonight."

  Talia slid her hands up my arms and into my hair. She pulled my mouth to hers and whispered, "Kiss me."

  I rolled on top of her, sliding my knee between her thighs and holding her close. "I won't play games with you anymore."

  She nodded as my lips touched hers.

  We took it slow, kissing, touching over our clothes, sneaking fingers under. Her breath tickled my neck while I searched for her nipple through her shirt. She never wore a bra if she didn't have to. I sucked that perky bud through the thin cloth, thanking God for small breasts. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling me up for another kiss.

  She slipped her tongue into my mouth, exploring like she'd never been there before. I closed my eyes and let her pull my hair back so she could nibble my neck, then slid my hands down to her thighs and slipped a finger under her shorts. Her legs parted, but I kept my distance. She needed to beg for it.

  But she didn't. Not yet. Does she know I'll stop if she tells me to?

  But she didn't do that either. Instead, she pulled her shirt off and raised her arms over her head, offering those sweet, pink nipples for whatever I wanted to do to them. But it looked like someone else had already abused her gift. "Did Alex do that to you?"

  She glanced down at the hideous bruise on her breast. "Forget about him. It's just you."

  I took off my shirt and lay down on her chest. Her warm, soft skin welcomed me as I kissed her mouth. A disappointed sigh escaped her, followed by a quick gasp of anticipation as I cupped a bare breast in my hand. I kissed under her chin and along her neck while I fondled her with both hands, tugging her buds with my fingers. Her breath came short and fast, and by the time my tongue flicked a fat nipple, she was arching into me and grinding her hips on my erection.

  Her skin flushed, her heart hammered, and she moaned and twisted while I sucked one nipple and pinched the other. "Oh Will! I think I might come."

  And then she grabbed my arms an
d slammed her body up into me, gasping and writhing while I trapped her hard pebble in my teeth, and felt it throb against my tongue. "Holy shit! No one has ever done that to me."

  "Good." We sat up and wrestled her shorts and my jeans to the floor. She reached for my dick and stroked it.

  "Mmm...." I nibbled her shoulder and laid her down on the bed, but she pushed against me, still rubbing my cock and kissing my chest.

  "Let me...." she whispered on my skin.

  I fell back on the pillow and granted her wayward hands and mouth complete access to my compliant body.

  She leaned over me, keeping a hand on my hard-on at all times while she kissed my chest. Her nipple brushed mine while her tongue teased the other one. Then she bit me.

  "Hey!" The rip of pain disappeared as she flattened her tongue and soothed it. "Nice."

  She giggled and nibbled and nipped at my quivering stomach muscles, tugging on my cock as her mouth moved closer to it. I held my breath and waited for her lips to enfold me, but she sat on my thighs and rubbed her wet pussy on my cock before sliding down and licking her juices off me. "Mmm...."

  Her moan vibrated my shaft. I flung my arm across my eyes and grabbed her hair while she sucked, drawing my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She circled her tongue around it, then pulled out and flicked the head before going down again. "Oh baby, you're gonna make me come."

  My dick popped free and she smiled. "Good."

  I groaned and fucked her mouth, slowly stroking while she caressed my balls. They tightened in her grip, sending shooting sparks up through my dick to my overheating brain. I wanted to fuck her, but if she wanted to make me come like this, then I'd let her have it. "I'll warn you before I do."

  Her tongue flitted along my shaft. "No need. Stop interrupting me."

  Should've guessed she'd know. "Uh-huh." My brain was too far gone for more conversation. I settled back while she mouth-fucked me. Heat and pleasure tangled and danced all over my body, spinning with a relentless, driving rhythm. "Jesus, woman!" And then I exploded down her throat.

  She kissed my twitching muscles as she crawled up my body. "See, now you'll have to take your time pleasing me before you can fuck me."

  "So that's your devious little plan."