Twisted - Esme Devlin Page 0,66

I’m going to faint. There is no pleasure in the world that will mask this ache. I cry out, though there are no words.

He moans against my wet center, his mouth growing hungry as I try to push myself away from him. It feels like torture. And the fact that I know what he’s doing—that I know he’s trying to get me ready for what’s certain to come—makes it even worse.

I let out a huge sigh as he pulls his hand away from me and slides up my body.

His chest covers my head, and finally, I feel like I can breathe again.

My hands go to his shoulders, trying to keep him there. I’ve gone from pushing him away to pulling him closer in the space of a heartbeat.

His nails drag down the left side of my body, so hard I’m convinced he must have broken the skin. And just like that, I’m trying to push him away again. I let out a cry and feel his chest move as he laughs.

“I fucking ha…” The words trail off into a moan as he grinds himself against my parted center.

“You what?” he says, laughing. “Please, repeat that.”

I shake my head. He clearly loves this.

He grabs my breast and presses my nipple between his two fingers, causing another cry to escape from my lips.

This time I don’t tell him I hate him. This time I swear under my breath. I feel as though my body is so confused it doesn’t even know how to process this anymore.

Am I sore?

Am I enjoying this?

I don’t know. Likely both.

The pressure on my breast only increases, and now I’m the one grinding against him, because although confused, my body knows that’s the one thing that makes it feel better.

“You are glorious,” he says, pushing against me, grinding into me harder. “You take it so beautifully. So perfectly. It’s as if someone made you just to fit me.”

His words, his confessions of need and lust, send me into a lightheaded daze.

I find myself wanting that to be true.

I have never been made to feel this wanted in my life. I’ve always been special, but never because of anything I could control. I was only ever special because of my eyes. Something I was born with. Baron makes me feel special because of the way I make him feel. And there is something so alluring about that.

Even though he’s hurting me, I get the sense he is holding back.

He is careful.

He could have bent me over and fucked me brutally… if he really wanted to hurt me, that’s exactly what he would have done. I wonder what it would be like to let him have his way. To let him do whatever he wanted. To have no limits with him.

The thought terrifies me, but I’m so used to that feeling now that it doesn’t have the same punch, and I can’t help my own curiosity.

I wish I could see his face.

I wish this could be real.

He pulls me up with him until I’m sitting on his thighs. One hand holds my hip, ensuring I can’t move, while the other one strokes his own hardness between us.

When he slides it along my entrance I throw my arms around him, clinging to him for support. My knees feel weak. I’m breathless from the lack of air. From how hot it is in here. I feel both dizzy and desperate.

He inches inside me, and already I know this is going to be worse than what came before. There isn’t space for him. I let out a cry as he pushes himself in farther, which turns into a relieved sigh when he edges back out.

“Try to relax, sweet girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “Would it help if I promised you this will probably be the least enjoyable moment I will ever bring you?”

My thoughts swirl with what he means…

“I don’t understand,” I say. “What do you mean?”

He trails kisses up my cheek to my ear, all the while rubbing the head of his cock against me. “You will learn to love the way I hurt you. I swear it. But this… this is a necessary evil. And sadly there is not much else I can do to make it better.”

His teeth graze my earlobe, and I tilt my head, letting him have more of me. He pulls it into his mouth and sucks on it gently, and I let my body lower down onto him. When he moans into my neck, the