Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(76)

His mouth collided with my * again. And this time—there was no mercy. His tongue drove deep, making me blind with need.

Then he bit me.

His teeth captured my clit in painful surrender. Sharp. Hard. Sweet, sweet pain.

I came.

Ribbons of pleasure unspooled in my belly; I stiffened in the ropes. His hands kept my legs apart, forcing his tongue into me.

I bucked and convulsed as my inner muscles rippled in his mouth.

Each wave squeezed around his tongue, milking him. I’d never been so wet, so turned on. My entire body danced with spangled light.

The moment my orgasm ended, Q detached a rope and undid a few knots. Then I was swinging.

Swinging with no warning until my feet hit the floor. I stumbled, utterly befuddled on how to stand. He’d shattered my mental abilities.

Not that it mattered.

Q grabbed my hips, splaying my shaky legs. Letting the chain hold most of my weight, he jerked me backward, and in one savage thrust, sank his beautiful cock deep, deep inside me.

I screamed at the fullness—the intrusion.

His fingernails broke my skin as he pounded into me, pushing me forward before pulling me back.

I was drenched.

Dripping.

My body offered no resistance, and I stretched with delicious welcome. My cheeks were wet from sucking Q, my limbs tingled with life. But nothing would ever compete with the amazing combination of my burning ass bruising against Q’s hipbones as he drove deep, deep, deeper.

“God, you’re so f*cking tight. So tight.” He sounded different—raw, animalistic.

One hand left my hip, making its way to where we joined. I jerked as he found my clit. It physically hurt after two mind-blowing orgasms.

Stealing my moisture, he travelled back up.

I froze as he touched the one place he hadn’t before. The puckered hole that up till now I’d never thought of including in sex. I’d seen videos, read about it, but I hadn’t been tempted.

If I was honest—it petrified me.

I clenched my cheeks, trying to wiggle from his finger. But he forced me still, thrusting his cock harder.

His digit pressed threateningly. His breath heated my ear. “I haven’t gone here yet. I wanted to take my time. But I’m giving you fair warning, esclave. I want it. I want all of you. Nothing is safe from me.”

I shuddered as his touch turned harder, probing. “And I’m going to take it with or without your consent.”

My heart went from beating to screaming. No! I didn’t want it.

Q rocked again, his cock hitting my g-spot in a perfect thrust.

I blanked out for a moment with pleasure, then stiffened as his finger swirled with lubrication, pressing hard. Coaxing, teasing, working my body against me.

“Q—don’t.” My heart flurried with panic not desire. My brain scrambled with the incredibleness of his cock and the terror of his probing finger.

“You said you’d let me do anything.” With another press, he breached the seal of my body.

Pain.

Bitter pain.

Foreign pain.

Automatically I pushed back, horrified at the unwelcome entry.

I felt violated. Dirty.

I drew blood as my teeth clamped hard on my bottom lip, stopping myself from crying. I didn’t want to give away my fear. I didn’t want to excite Q any more than he was. His breathing rasped over me, drugged with desire.

With another thrust of his cock, he pressed his finger deeper. The overwhelming feeling of being too full—too stretched—made me feel…

I no longer knew.

I couldn’t discern if I hated it or loved it. It wasn’t known, and I wasn’t ready to understand what it meant.

“I can’t wait to f*ck you here, Tess. Shit—” His finger hooked inside, stretching my body as his cock drove upward. The combined pressure sent an extra thrill down my spine—my back snapped straight.

“It’s mine. Just like everything else about you.” Withdrawing his digit, he fisted his cock, sliding wetly out of me to nudge against my hole.

I couldn’t help it. My hips rolled forward. I wanted to run. I wasn’t ready. Not ready!

Q slapped my ass, amplifying the punishment from earlier, dragging me backward and sinking inside my *.

I exhaled heavily, moaning in relief. I wanted him there. And only there.

His breathing was short and angry. “You won’t get away when I’m ready to take that part of you, esclave.”

The threat hung between us. My fearful question fell from my lips. “But not today?” Please say not today.

It took a never ending minute for Q to reply, but finally he huffed. “I won’t push you to do something you’re not ready.” Running his hands up my spine, he worked to my front, capturing my breasts. “Not today.”

The relief melted the terror in my blood, filling me with quivering need. I thrust backward, causing his cock to strike the top of my womb.

I wanted to say thank you but my brain was jumbled. I wanted to tell him I would be open—maybe, but all I wanted to focus on was him in me—together.

He groaned, using my hips as anchors, driving upward. “God, I want to come—”

I wished I could see him, understand his sudden hesitation. “Then come.”

He thrust again before pulling out. He stepped back, leaving me hanging with my arms pinned to my sides, not knowing what the hell was going on.