Free Twisted Together by Mandoline Creme

me. It
made me feel even more exposed; a shocking thing, seeing how I was
already nude. “You'd rather stay here, enduring more of me?”
    Enduring
him? My
frown was deep. Taking his cue, I slid my boxers up. I winced as they
covered my soaked crotch. It was worse as I bent again; semen wanted
to drip from my tight ass. I
need to clean up, fuck. “It's
not like that.” Shifting around, meaning to seek out my shirt,
I locked up under the nearness of him.
    Kris
slammed his hands on either side of my head, daring me to run. Like
an eager toy, my body awoke for him, straining at his stretched
torso. Even clothed, his heat brushed at me. “Then tell me what
it's like. Did you not get enough of me? Was I not satisfying?
Because I felt you, how you screamed and came and—”
    “ Stop!”
I snapped, summoning what anger I could find in me. His blue eyes
challenged me, waited for my explanation. What could I even tell him
to make him understand? “I don't—I'm not a spectacle.”
I bit my tongue. “I'm not a toy to show off. In here, just you
and me, I felt...” What?
    His
face rang with the same, unspoken question in my head. “Jack.”
    “ I
felt you,” I finished lamely, looking away. I
sound so stupid. “I
guess I thought there was more here.”
    He
trapped my jaw, thumb sweet and kind. His affection cut the most of
all. How could he be so sweet, so cruel, all at once? “Ah. And
when we leave here, you're scared that it will all vanish. We'll
return to our charade, then no more.”
    Swallowing
was hard, the knot in my throat just grew. “I have a reason to
be scared.”
    Kris
smiled wryly. “That's true.” He caused my heart to punch
my ribs. “You should be scared of me, but not because of something like that.” He
dug his thumb into my cheek, a reminder of his roughness. There, that
was actually comforting; a reminder of how sick I was, of how he was,
too. “Jack. This is no longer a charade. Isn't that what should
frighten you? Knowing what I did here, that I have no plans to leave
you be again?”
    My
mouth tasted like rust. Had I bit myself? “Wait. You want
to...” To
stay with me, to keep me, to hold me.
    To
love me.
    I
could say none of it.
    Slipping
an arm around my middle, he pushed me into his crisp clothes. Even
now, he managed to seem put together, suave. His pants had been
around his ankles just minutes ago. It was unfair. “You like
that idea, I see that now. Good. You may come to hate it later, how
you need me. For now it will make it simpler. Jack,” he started
to say, then halted. Turmoil bloomed in those chilly blue centers.
“Fuck. You threw me off. I actually thought I'd be coaxing you
more.”
    He
wants to be with me. The
understanding rang in my soul. He
was ready to manipulate me more to get it. It
was wrong. What he'd said was the admission of a stalker, a sadist.
What was I, then, if gleaning his ravenous determination managed to excite me? “You mean that,” I whispered. “If I had left
here, wanting to escape you...” Like
I'd planned last night. How far I've fallen. I'm so weak, but I don't
fucking care anymore. “You
were going to force me back.”
    The
reminder of his potential violence made his lips curl. They sought
mine, a probing kiss, a threatening kiss that begged me to throw him
off. He was daring me to struggle.
    I
was done struggling.
    Gasping,
he tore away and scratched at his hair. Kris had never looked so
anxious to me. Unraveled. That was the word I was looking for. “Shit.
Yes. Jack, I don't—this might make me lose my fucking mind. Is
it awful that I don't care?” He was watching me, looking for...
what? My approval? “I'm twisted up inside over you. I want you,
I did the second I smelled you. Tasting you did me in, your lips—god.” His laugh
struck me as unhinged.
    If
stepping backwards was possible, the wall ended my reflex. It was a
lucky thing, that. I suspected that showing him my worry might throw
him over the edge. “I get it. I'm broken