Page 61 of Twisted
The velvet channels of her cunt rippled, cutting off her words in a breathless plea for more. His long fingers dug into her hips, leaving his mark as he drove into her with a barbaric groan of ecstasy. He felt his stomach clench, his balls tighten.
“Come, baby,” he demanded breathlessly. She tensed, and with a cry, he felt her clamp down hard, pulling him even further in as he released, claiming her anew from the inside out. Dizzy with the onslaught of emotions and the high of that euphoria, he fell across her back, nuzzling her neck. She sighed in contentment as he twitched inside her, as her pussy still milked him for all he was worth.
It was bliss in that moment; they were one, and the darkness of her past was quickly fading from their view.
Until the lock on the door snapped and they were greeted by death itself.
18
Maisie
Present Day
Everything was a blur. Jaeger wrenched himself out of her, and as she laid over the desk in a petrified, frozen state, he yanked up her jeans while somehow buttoning his own. The two hulking men, dressed all in black, sauntered forward, the one in the back kicking the door closed. Beyond them, Maisie could see nothing—no one. It dawned on her that it was past five, that everyone was likely gone.
Jaeger’s rough, strong hands pulled her from the desk and forced her to her knees, and it clicked;get the fucking hard drive. There were no shouts, no pops of gunfire—just a steady thud as Jaeger plodded forward to greet the masked adversaries. Fumbling beneath the desk on autopilot, she found the little lock and wracked her brain for the code. She’d discovered this on accident one day—a day when Carter’d forced her to her knees so she could suck him off, all the while her eyes had pinpointed the lock box tucked up in a faux-drawer. Spinning the numbers with shaking fingers, Jaeger’s deep voice greeted her ears.
“Seems he sent the real cream of the crop.”
“Fuck off, Jaeger. Give us the bitch and that hard drive, and we might let ya live long enough for you to watch us fuck her.”
Hastily wiping her tears and swiping her clammy hands along her jeans, she tried in vain to remember anything important to Carter; dates, favorite numbers, sports teams—but nothing came to her muddled mind.
“Nah, shitheads. I’m not the sharin’ type. Good thing I never liked y’all. Be easier to fuckin’ kill ya.”
His words were greeted by snorts and the sound of a slide being pulled back on a handgun. With a whimper, Maisie’s eyes widened on the damn lock, the numbers blurring before her watery eyesight. She gripped her cheeks and tugged at her hair until her heart stopped. It was a gamble, but knowing how fucked up Carter was, maybe—just maybe—it was a date.
A day she couldn’t forget if she tried.
She swiveled the numbers until that damnable date came into blurry focus. With a tightening of her chest, she prayed he was the fucking piece of shit she’d always thought he was. Pressing her lips tight together, she closed her eyes against the reverberations of the arguing men and pulled the lock.
When it clicked and fell loose into her palm, her heart soared and ached. In the depths of a hidden safe, she could see the thick square of the hard drive and a few other things. Reaching up, she grabbed everything and stuffed it into her bra, nestling the hard drive safely between her breasts Carter had said were too big for his liking.
She smiled ruefully as her cunt pulsed and ached, as her ass still burned. Jaeger’d told her she was perfect. She didn’t need Carter’s ghost anymore. After tonight—when they escaped—they were free, and she could live her fucked up fairytale on her own terms. Scuttling backwards, she popped her head up to gain a view of this dire situation, her heart palpitating.
Jaeger stood tall in his jeans and biker boots, his black t-shirt and leather vest complementing his tapered frame deliciously. She wanted to hit herself for lusting after him in a moment like this, but she couldn’t stop her eyes from roaming his perfect ass, or his dirty blond kinked hair pulled back into a man-bun. She felt awash with pride that he’d chosen her—a man so gorgeous and powerful and boyish as himlovedher. Was this her new reality? The thrill of fiery, passionate fucking, of being on the run from the law and other thuggish fiends?
She felt reborn, spit back into her wild youth. Jaeger made her feel that connection to her younger self on such a deep level, she knew that despite everything, they were somehow meant to be in their own twisted sort of way. He didn’t care that she was a murderer, that she’d framed his very own sister, that her past was murky and full of pain and darkness. No, Jaeger wanted her despite it all, and she was ready to take that dive off the cliff with him into eternity.
He’d come for her.
It had pulsed around the edges of her mind relentlessly for the two days they’d been apart; would he come after her? Did he truly love her? Was this finally a man worth giving whatever was left of her heart to? It hadn’t been her conscious intent to test him, but her underlying fears wanted it to be just that; a way for him to prove his worth, his apparent love for her. And he’d passed flawlessly.
They were intrinsically bound now.
She was brought back to the present at the sight of a poorly wielded knife by one of the adversaries, but Jaeger dodged it effortlessly, ducking to reach into his boot for his own weapon. Watching with wide eyes, she tried to comprehend the scene, but it was all happening so fast she had no clue what she should be watching.
The one in the back held his gun poised and ready, aiming for Jaeger’s chest but otherwise frozen as the others became locked in a knife battle.
“Run, Mais!”
It was all the confirmation she needed. Up she went, dodging around the desk and taking the gun-wielder’s lapse in concentration to sprint toward the door. Once free of the office, she surveyed the cubicles and front desk, making a dash for the stairwell as heavy footfalls sounded behind her. If there was one thing she was thankful for today, it had been the fact that it was raining and she’d worn her best boots.
Slamming into the doorway, she threw herself into the echoing chamber of the stairway and was about to descend when a fiery pain greeted her scalp as someone fisted her hair. With a growl and a sharp cry, she was forced backwards into a pair of strong arms and a soft yet massive body. He reeked of garlic and Greek food, and he seemed as though he didn’t understand what to do now that he had her. Mustering her courage and taking his lapse in concentration, she raised her foot and brought her heel down onto his toes as hard as she could.
Releasing her with a howl of pain, she stumbled forward, barely catching herself on the railing before she tumbled over and down the twenty floors to the concrete below. Eyes wide with how close she’d just come to death, she took a moment to steady herself, but it was a mistake.
He propelled himself forward, pinning her bent over the railing, the metal biting into her ribs and knocking her breath from her lungs. She could feel the hard drive between her breasts slipping loose, and as the man spit insults at her and tried to yank her jeans back down, she shoved the heavy block deep into her bra. Everything else slipped her mind until she felt the rush of air along her heated ass, the coolness welcome until she realized what was happening.