Free Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) by Amelia James Page B

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 there. 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