Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(75)

The flashback ended as suddenly as it began. The wetness between my legs increased remembering the power, the need, the desire we both shared. It didn't matter I'd been sold to him. It didn't matter I hated him-my traitorous body loved him from the second I saw him at the top of his staircase.

Q followed my train of thought, leaning over me. His naked chest stuck to my shoulders, prickling with overheated need. "You were so wet for me. So eager, even while telling me to fuck off."

I bit my lip as the swear-word whispered across my neck.

His teeth caught the top of my ear. "You wanted me that night … just like you want me now."

I'd been so confused. Lusting for things I hadn't understood-loving his strength and cruelty despite despising it.

"I was so sure you'd take me."

I moaned as Q planted his hands on the table, trapping me completely. "You had no idea how much I wanted to. After letting you go, I pulled out my cock and came, all over myself." His hips rolled again, his mouth latching onto my neck. "Fuck, I wanted you. I wanted to string you up and make you beg. I wanted to drive so deep inside you you'd never forget me."

My knees wobbled; everything inside liquefied.

In a possessive move, Q placed a thigh between my legs. With a kick he opened my stance, driving his thigh to connect with swollen aching hotness. I jolted the second his naked skin touched my pussy, granting something to rub against-something to tame the burning in my core. 

Unashamedly I rocked, letting my head fall back. "Q … "

One hand suddenly wrapped in my hair, yanking my head sideways, leaving my jugular exposed. Q breathed hot on my brand, itching it, scorching it. "Everything I did that night is nothing compared to what I'm going to do today." His thigh pressed harder, forcing me to grind.

My breathing stuttered loving the pressure, riding his leg like some wanton creature. Q placed both hands around my neck.

I froze, very aware of the power he had-the way he held my life in his fingers. An endless second ticked past where he didn't move, then his hands tightened, squeezing.

"I've just had an epiphany, esclave." His voice sounded far away.

I swallowed, struggling a little with his tight grip. My heart thrummed but it wasn't panicked. I trusted him-having him dominate only made me wetter.

"You're truly not scared of what I want to do-and in a way that strips me of the need to hurt you." His voice ebbed and flowed, quietly sorting through his thoughts. "But at the same time, it gives me the freedom I've been looking for all my life."

His hands slowly dropped, spreading from my neck to my shoulders.

I gasped as his fingertips became nails, marking me with shallow grazes. Every touch hurled me into a hotter fire than the one before.

"And with freedom comes both relief and annoyance." His hands suddenly dropped to the knot in my towel, tearing it free. The moment my breasts were exposed, he cupped me boldly. Weighing my sensitive flesh in his palms, he rolled my nipples with dexterous fingers.

I bucked in his hold, my eyelids growing heavy.

The cloud I existed in thickened, swirling with intense power. Q's touch turned from pleasuring to orgasmic. Every twist and tug flamed my sensitivity, sending shockwaves erupting from my chest directly to my core. Every roll of his thumbs echoed in my clit, linking both erogenous zones like I'd never experienced.

"Ah." I bit my lip, seeking more, chasing the promise of release. "Harder."

His fingertips pinched my nipples. I thrust backward, spreading moisture on his thigh, rubbing against his erection.

He hissed, squeezing my breasts. "I always thought when I got you like this, I wouldn't be able to hold on. But what happened in the hotel-it's strengthened my control. It's stolen some of the craziness deep inside."

He removed his thigh from between my legs, giving me nothing to rub against.

I growled under my breath, frustration hot in my blood. "What happened in the hotel was consensual, Q. Just like now-I want you to lose control." I arched my back, wedging his cock harder into my ass. "Lose it. Give it to me. The pill you gave me makes me crave everything about you. Sweet and safe isn't what I want."

He froze. "You're saying you only want this because I drugged you?"

My eyes fluttered open, real life intruding on our sensual world. "No. I want this because I'm so horny. I want this because I miss you."

His hand fisted in my hair, holding me still. "Do you remember me saying that-before everything that just happened? I told you I missed your fight-your spirit. Do you forgive me for making you believe? Do you forgive me for giving you substances against your will?"

His voice changed my heartbeat from slow and heavy to fast and light. "What do you want me to say? That I wasn't terrified at swallowing something I didn't know? Fine. I was. Petrified. I don't know what you did to make me see Leather Jacket. I don't know what happened between us while I was in some other dimension. I have no idea where we are. I don't know why my entire body feels as if every touch is a tiny orgasm. I have no idea about anything."