Twisted - Esme Devlin Page 0,83
room. If only I could own that breath right now. I’d steal it with my mouth. But the lights are on. Unluckily for her, she will have to make do with my second-favorite brand of foreplay.
She will have to play my game.
“Why ever not?” I ask. “I’ve shown you how worthless a man’s life is. We’re a plague on this earth. Shoot me in the head. Send me to Utopia. Do whatever the fuck you want with this place.”
She shakes her head, but I press my metal forehead down hard onto hers. “Do it,” I whisper. “If you hated me, you would.”
“I don’t hate you,” she says. “I hate myself for not hating you.”
I chuckle. My little Sapphire and her morals. Still, she clings to them. Like a child, she refuses to see the bigger picture.
“You shouldn’t hate yourself, my sweet, naive girl. Hate the world. Hate the way things are. Hate me. But you… you never had a choice. Would that make it easier for you? If I take away all of your choices, then you can’t hate yourself, can you?”
She swallows. I can see the cogs working in her brain, trying to figure out what answer is correct and what answer isn’t. What to say. What to do. Trying to get ahead of me.
Impossible.
Noble, but also impossible.
I’m always in front of her.
She tries, she fails. She tries again.
I will never grow tired of watching her try again.
Two nights ago—when I went to her, and she told me she was giving up—my heart almost dropped to the floor.
But she didn’t. She was lying. She was lying to herself.
Just like she’s lying to herself right now.
She likes to lie to herself because it makes her feel better. Pacifies her. Stops her from thinking too hard.
I push her harder against the wall, locking her in place with my body while my hand frees my cock.
I slide it against her.
She’s soaking wet. The sigh that escapes her as I rub myself along her slit is like a fucking kiss. I let her body slip just slightly, just enough. More than enough. She squirms as she slips lower, as I fill her up.
“There,” I tell her, quite pleased with myself. “Is that better? Is that what you wanted? Is that what you wanted but couldn’t bring yourself to admit?”
She tries to shake her head below me, and it is adorable.
I let her fall another inch, and she sucks in a breath.
“Was that a no? Hmm?”
She says nothing.
“Just say it, sweet girl. You don’t hate me enough to kill me, but do you hate yourself enough to not say no?”
Her little fingers grip my left shoulder. The other hand—the one with the gun—drops to her side.
“Ah, none of that,” I tell her. “You know the rules. You either point it at me, or you point it down there.” I nod my head toward the end of the empty hallway.
“No,” she grits out.
I grind myself against her.
“No, what? No to this?” I look down at us. “Or no to that?” My head turns to the empty corridor. No one is walking down there anytime soon. I specifically forbid it. No one goes near her, not after what happened.
“I’m not shooting anyone!”
I laugh at her. Of course she isn’t. “Very well, sweet girl. I’d never force you.”
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Sapphire
He’d never force me.
Why don’t I believe that?
He lifts me off him and snatches the gun from my hand in one quick motion.
“What-are-you-doing?” The words come out as one long word. I sensed a game of his starting a while ago, and I have absolutely no idea how to get myself out of it.
The familiar rise in body temperature. The heat in my ears. The pounding of my heart.
They all lead to the same thing.
And I think I’m learning to enjoy it.
It terrifies me and excites me at the same time.
“I did warn you, sweet girl. If you cannot do it, then I will.”
I shake my head, but he catches my chin and stops me.
He takes a step closer and leans down so that his face is level with my ear. “Stop this pretense. This feigned refusal. It’s tiring for me so I can only imagine how it wears on you. You don’t have to fight me. It’ll be our secret. No one but you and I need to know. Just let me love you… Let me rule you.”
His words do something to me that’s almost indescribable. They’re like a physical thing spreading over my body.
And I am tempted.
My life