Free Beautifully Twisted by Jennifer Domenico Page B

Mine.”
    “No. I’m not.”
    “Why? What happened with us?”
    “You left me!”
    Scott’s lips come down hard on hers, his frustration building. Alexa resists, pushing against his shoulders, trying desperately to keep his tongue from penetrating her mouth. “You must have wanted this, baby girl,” Scott says, momentarily breaking the kiss. “You’ve been trying so hard to piss me off. Well, you succeeded.”
    Scott kisses her again, his tongue assaulting her mouth. This time, she responds willingly, even though everything in her wishes she could resist. “Are his kisses like mine?” he asks. “Do they make you feel like I do?”
    “No.”
    Scott smiles.
    “His are nicer. Softer.” She glares into his eyes. If she didn’t know better, she thought for sure he would slap her face, but she knew she could push. Scott Patrick would never physically hurt her. At least, not in a way she didn’t want him too.
    Raising her wrists above her head, he holds them tightly together, his hips pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall. “Is that what you want? You want soft and nice?”
    Alexa’s eyes begin to well with tears. Oh no, no tears! Not in front of Scotty! Why am I crying? Fuck. “Scotty, you’re hurting me.” Her voice cracks from the tears she’s fighting. He’s hurting her alright but it’s her heart that aches, not her body.
    “I thought you liked pain.”
    “Stop,” she pleads, struggling against him.
    “Say it nicely.”
    “Kitty,” she whispers. It’s the only way he knows when she’s serious.
    He pulls back, releasing her from the bondage of his grip. She turns away from his stare, unable to hold the tears back any longer.
    “Baby girl… you’re crying? Did I hurt you?” His voice softens and she knows he’s truly concerned he hurt her somehow.
    She walks away and sits quietly on the couch, her head lowered in shame. How she got herself in this situation, she isn’t quite sure.
    Scott approaches slowly, sitting next to her on the sofa. “Baby girl…”
    “Stop calling me that.”
    “I always call you that.”
    “What do you want from me, Scotty?”
    “Everything.”
    “Why? Why now?”
    “I never stopped wanting you. Never.”
    “Whatever. You didn’t seem to have any problem moving on with your life after I left.”
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “Yes.”
    “I wasn’t trying to. I thought you wanted me to be rough. That’s what we do.”
    She isn’t ready to explain that she isn’t talking about a physical pain. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
    “Did he dominate you?”
    “Who?”
    “Brett.”
    “No.”
    “He’s normal?”
    No, not normal. Far from it. “I guess. I don’t know. We didn’t do anything.”
    “You said you kissed him.”
    “Yeah, so what?”
    “I don’t like that.”
    “That’s clear.”
    “I want you.”
    She looks up at him. “Also clear.”
    “Now.”
    Alexa sighs. “I’ve been pushed around enough for the evening.”
    “We can be normal.”
    She laughs, wiping tears from her face. “Normal? Us? That’s hysterical.”
    “We could try.” His voice is soft.
    “No thanks.”
    “Don’t shut me out, Alexa.”
    “You’re just trying to soothe your wounded ego. You’ll have to do that on your own time.”
    Scott frowns. He knew he had a lot of work to do still to get Alexa to open up. “Why did you cry? Tell me the truth.”
    “Because I’m exhausted. I’m frustrated, and most of all I’m confused.”
    “Confused about what? Are you attracted to Brett?”
    Am I? Or just attracted to his submissive quality. I have no idea. “I don’t know.”
    “You don’t know? You realize I’ll kill you both before I let him have you.”
    “That’s a bit overdramatic, don’t you think? It’s time for you to go home.”
    “You think I’m joking?”
    “I think you’re unbalanced.”
    “I’m not giving up.”
    “You know what this is about? This is the first time you’ve had to compete for my attention and you have