Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (9 page)

Talia spun so fast I nearly tripped over my feet trying not
to run her over. "And just where the hell do you think we're going?"

I went with the obvious. "The bed."

Something sparked in her eyes. "Did Joan kick you out
of hers?"

So she thinks she can play that game again.
"We
had our fun. Now I want you." I ran my finger along the edge of the towel,
teasing her breasts.

"I will
not
be your second choice. Or your
second anything! If you want me, you can't have anyone else."

"Getting a little possessive, are we?"

"It's me or no one."

"Yeah, that sounds great in theory, but in real life...
not so much."

Her nostrils flared and she stepped back, out of my reach.
"You condescending, immoral asshole! Why would I want to fuck a man-whore
like you?"

Okay, that hurt.
I grabbed her wrist and yanked her
into my body. "You want me because I do things to you no other man would
ever dream of." I thought that would hit home, but she didn't falter like
I expected her to.

"Will fucked my ass last weekend."

She was trying to shock me again, and even though that
revelation—if it was true—rattled my composure, I didn't let it show. "And
your boyfriend, too?"

Her eyes drifted to the left. "Yes, he did." A
lie.

"Why are you punishing me?"
Damn it!
I
hadn't meant to ask out loud, but
my God, what is this woman doing to me?

"Revenge."

"Revenge? You want to talk about revenge, darlin'?
Well, let me list the charges against you. You didn't care when I said I loved
you. You stole my money and my pride. You confessed to fucking your pansy-ass
boyfriend and then you walked out on me."

"Don't forget about fucking Will—more than once."
She slipped her free hand between us, popped my button open and jerked the
zipper down.

Holy shit, my dick is hard.
"Oh, I haven't
forgotten, slut."

She winced as my fingers dug in to her wrist. "Think
you can hurt me?"

Shit!
I released her arm and let her fondle my cock.
"No. I never wanted to hurt you."

Talia smiled and stepped back against the bed. "But you
do it so well." She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and dropped the
towel.

I'd seen her naked more times than I could count, but every
time felt like the first. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded, my
dick stood up for a better look. "You... you're gorgeous... slut." My
damn brain shut off and the only words that came to mind were the dirty ones.

Her fingertips circled her nipples, and she slid one hand
down between her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart and exposing herself to me,
offering—I hoped.
Maybe she's gonna say no again.

She slipped a finger into her tight flesh. "Take
it."

"I don't trust you." But I shoved my jeans to the
floor.

She laughed and turned around. "Maybe you'd rather have
this." She bent over the bed and presented her ass, slapping her round
cheek and pulling it aside so I could see exactly what she was giving. A large
purple and black bruise marked the other side. Shaped like a mouth and
yellowing around the edges, it must have been a couple days old.

"Did Will do that to you?"

"He begged me for it." Then she noticed where my gaze
was fixed. "Oh. Would you like to add your mark?"

"I already have." I moved behind her and jammed my
cock between her cheeks. She screeched as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and
yanked her back, forcing her to stand upright against my body. "baby, the
marks I left on you will never, ever fade. That's why you came back." I
ran my hand down her nude body from the hickie on her neck to her rock-hard
nipples to her wet clit. "That's why you let me fuck you whether you're in
a relationship or not."

"I'm not going to
let
you do anything."

"Wrong." I shoved her face-down on the bed and
fell on top of her, searching for her asshole with my cock. She kicked and
thrashed and managed to buck me off before I could fuck that tempting little
ass. I landed on my back, and she spread her legs across my thighs. Her
glistening wet cunt hovered over my cock, and she gnawed her lip.
Is she
still fighting guilt?

But she didn't hesitate for long. She grabbed my cock and
held it up straight while she lowered herself, slowly taking me in while she
gasped.

My heart stopped, my body rocked. She tightened around me
and my eyes rolled back in my head. Shivers of flame danced up and down my
shaft. I'd never forgotten the searing heat this woman's cunt possessed. And
I'd never found its equal.

Her hair spilled around my face as she leaned over. I cupped
her breasts in my hands, pinching her fat nipples, and when she kissed me, I
never wanted to stop.

She moaned and ground down on my cock, and I grabbed her ass
and moved with her, helping her fuck me while our tongues tangled. My fingers
crept toward her tight hole, but she shifted and knocked my hand off course,
then pulled my shirt up and licked my nipple.

An involuntary shudder ripped through me. "Whoa."

Talia laughed. "I love making you squirm."

She rode harder and faster, and I allowed her to take
control while I played the good lover, fondling her breasts, stroking her
thighs, gently kissing her neck.

Enough of that.
I wrapped my arms and legs around her
and flipped her on her back.

"No!" She shoved my chest, trying to regain the
superior position, but I draped her legs over my shoulders and drove in deep.
"Oh! God. That's so... mmm...."

She let me pound her pussy, locking her ankles behind my
neck and pulling me down. I bit her thigh and she flinched, but I recaptured
her leg and pinned it to the bed, spreading her wide open while I wrecked her
helpless flesh.

"Come for me." I thrust hard, making her breasts
bounce.

She shook her head. "No."

"Why not?"

"I want... oh... I'll come when I want to."

"Not likely." I wrapped both her legs around my
waist and trapped her knees against the mattress. Her cunt tightened like a
vice, and tremors rippled through her. "You'll come...." I slammed in
hard and pulled out slow as her body quaked beneath me. "Now!"

"No!" Her thighs clamped around me as violent
shudders wracked her body. Heat flowed from her cunt, consuming my cock in its
molten pleasure. "Bastard."

Back to that again?
I rested just long enough for her
to catch me by surprise and roll me over. She impaled her pussy on my cock, her
body still quivering.

I sat up and grabbed her ass, pulling her onto my lap, tight
against my abs. "You can't get enough of my cock."

"You'd like to think so."

"I
know
. You fucked Will, you fucked that wuss
boyfriend, and you thought that would be enough. You said no to me, but we both
knew it wouldn't last."

She gasped and slapped me.
Same old Talia.

I chomped on her neck, right over the spot another man had
marked, and hammered her pussy without mercy. Rage fueled my lust, propelled by
my need to reprimand her for all the wrongs she'd committed. The fire consumed
my anger toward her and then turned to feed on my guilt—my crimes against her.

"Alex!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Baby?"

"Don't stop!"

We rolled right off the bed, and I lost my balance as we hit
the floor. We lay on our backs, gasping for breath. I got to my knees and
spread her legs, but she grabbed my shirt and tried to pull me down. She
managed to roll on top, but I used her momentum to keep going and thrust my
cock into her as I pinned her under me.

I felt her body surrender a little more with each stroke,
but she wasn't giving up the fight. Instead, she reveled in her submissive
position, taking the pleasure I forced on her and giving it back with equal and
even greater strength.

She grabbed the back of my neck and looked into my eyes.
"Mark my body."

I searched for a place someone else hadn't already claimed,
and found virgin territory—her left breast—over her pounding heart. My lips
brushed her tender skin and I sucked the sweet flesh into my mouth, biting down
while she shoved her hands under my shirt and 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.

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 seconds after I knocked, and
Talia leaped into my arms. "Oh Will! I'm so glad you're here."

"I'll always be here for you, sweetheart." I held
her close and sniffed her hair, some crazy fruit blend she loved.

She pulled me into the room and we sat down on the bed.
Probably a bad idea, but after the last romp in my truck, I'd given up denying
her anything she wanted.

Talia grabbed a menu off the nightstand. "Should we
order a pizza? This place is right across the street. They're fast. I haven't
eaten yet, and I'm sure you didn't get dinner on the plane."

"Sure. Sounds good." The girl had a gift for
compartmentalizing her feelings, putting issues aside so she could deal with
them one at a time. Food first, then Alex... or whatever she needed me for.

She placed the order and pulled a couple of beers from the
fridge. "This is the brand you like, right?"

No, but I refused to disappoint her. "Yeah,
thanks."

She sat beside me and opened the beers. "I broke up
with Scott."

"Who's Scott?"

She huffed at me. "The guy I was dating when
we...."

I remembered then, and could've let her off the hook, but I
wanted to hear her say it.

"When we tumbled in your truck bed."

Cute.
"Oh, that guy. I'm sorry."

"I'm not. He wasn't right for me." She took a
swig. "No, he was right. But not for me."