Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(110)

The man in the suit didn't look up. My worries about him were unnecessary. It didn't mean I felt any safer. Especially now. I couldn't stay in public when I felt this way-this sick and twisted way.

"I'm sorry, Q. I'm truly sorry if I upset you."

Swallowing back the rage, I locked away the memories where they belonged. Acting my fucking ass off, I jerked her against me, murmuring, "You didn't upset me, esclave. I've just had enough of Truth. It's time to Dare."



Pushing Tess roughly into the bedroom, I slammed the door.

The security of a lock and walls did little to calm me. I couldn't deny the icy warning growing more and more prevalent in my blood. I wanted to ignore it but it lived on the edge of my brain-taunting me with … when.

Franco had dropped us off at the hotel, and I'd barely waited for him to pull to a stop before yanking Tess from the BMW and into the foyer. I needed to use her. I wanted to pour the darkness out of me and into her light. I needed something to get rid of the disease inside-the disease of wanting to hurt.

Balling my hands, I advanced on Tess. My cock, sensing prey, leapt to attention, punching against my belt with lust. "I need to take you fast, dirty, fucking hard, esclave. I'll hurt you-if that isn't okay- tu dois fuir." You need to run. My voice thickened as my vision clouded. The beast stretched, sensing violence in its future.

Her spread over the bed.

One droplet of crimson on the white carpet.

Her with my belt around her neck.



       
         
       
        

Her screams as I drove relentlessly into her.

Her tears as I licked her cheeks.

Tess spun to face me, her body quivering in the grey dress. My teeth ground, hating the material for hiding what was mine. I wanted to tear it into pieces. I wanted to destroy it.

Tess's face paled, her feet propelling her backward. "Q-I." She held a hand to her chest, drawing my attention to the swell of her breasts, the soft fragility of the woman I wanted to ravage. "What-what are you going to do?"

I laughed darkly. "Don't ask me that. I won't fucking bullet-point it." I need to give you pain-just like you gave me by reminding me of Marquisa.

Her lips parted as a rush of terror painted her cheeks. "Wait-what happened to dare? Dare me, Q. Don't just take, give me an option to say no."

I shook my head, hunting her toward the bed. "Don't tell me to wait. You don't tell me what to do. That game was utterly ridiculous. I don't want to play anymore." My neck ached from the overloading of tension; the back of my eyes sprang with a headache-all warning signs I was losing control of the monster living inside.

"Get on your knees." I sidestepped, blocking her dash for the bathroom. I gave her the option to run. But running would only make it worse. She pirouetted, heading toward the thick curtains hiding us from downtown Rome.

Her hair was wild while the skirts of her dress kicked up with her panicked steps. My heart changed from thundering nastiness to fracturing with a small smidgen of restraint. She was mine. I couldn't destroy what was mine.

Shaking my head, I pinched my brow, forcing the headache to simmer.

A gentle thud made me look up. Tess bowed forward on her knees, her curls mixing with the grey of her dress.

Ah, fuck me. Seeing her so submissive-ready for me-made the headache roar along with a howl from my soul.

The huge curtains behind her looked like a silver waterfall, constantly shimmering with the illusion of liquid thanks to the lamps around the room.

My earlier threat of taking her in full view pressed against the glass filled my mind. She'd be fucking perfect, splayed and on display. My cock twitched at the thought of driving into her while people watched. The knowledge they'd want what I had would twist my mind until I rode the fine boundary of sanity and monster.

Inching forward, the darkness oozing in my blood took full rein. I wouldn't deny myself tonight. I didn't think I could. The whiskey wasn't helping-blurring barriers that had no right to be blurred, erasing the cage inside my mind.

Stopping in front of Tess, I rested my hand on the top of her head. Fisting her hair, I forced her neck upward. "Rapide et violent." Fast and hard. 

Tess sucked in a breath; her eyes darkened. "I don't want it. Let me go."

I froze as a delicious ripple of pleasure fed me from her non-consent. My head cocked, letting the blackness billow. But I paused.

I knew this woman. I loved this fucking woman and that one sentence shone a spotlight in the otherwise dimness of my soul.

"Je t'aime, Tess." I leaned forward, crashing my mouth on hers, dragging her upright. Her hands landed on my chest, shoving me with feeble strength.