Page 56 of Twisted Road

Then he moved, kneeling between her legs. She’d never seen his cock look so big, fierce or hard. Again, he didn’t give her a gentle buildup. He didn’t wait. He slammed himself into her with one hard thrust, filling her completely. She lost her breath from the sheer shock of feeling so stretched and full. He pounded into her, long hard strokes. Rough. Almost punishing.

Keys cupped her breasts, but when he squeezed them, his touch was brutal. Painful. The pain created a direct line to her core, causing a spasm that sent shock waves through her.

His hips never stopped moving, a wild piston out of control, while he licked and kissed his way up her throat to her neck. Without warning he sank his teeth into her, biting down on the soft skin, and she nearly convulsed, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

“Love it when you give that to me, Wildfire. You’re so fucking beautiful when you climax.”

Suddenly he slipped out of her, reaching for first her left ankle and then her right, disposing of the cuffs. Her hands were still trapped, arms stretched to either side of the bed. He bent over her right arm and for a moment she thought he was going to free her. Instead, he cuffed her wrists together and stretched her arms above her head to attach the cuffs to the headboard.

He caught her hips easily, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and rolled her over onto her belly. Keys immediately yanked her hips up and slammed his cock into her. The force rocked her. She was helpless to do anything to stop him—not that she wanted to, but slowing down and letting her catch up would be nice.

“Keys, you have to give me a minute.”

“You’re so wet for me. Dripping. You like this, Lyric.” Even his voice sounded primal, a dark predator claiming her. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?”

Then he swatted her hard on her left cheek. Very hard. The burn spread like wildfire through her entire body and instantly she felt her body’s confused response. Pleasure? Pain? She needed…something. More. She needed more.

Lyric felt out of control. Not her. Him. Her body shuddered and convulsed with pleasure, and there was nothing she could do because he was relentless. He pistoned into her, thrusting like a machine with hard, nearly violent strokes. All the while he continued to smack her bottom, establishing a rhythm of burning nerve endings that rivaled anything she’d ever known.

His fingers parted her cheeks, and her heart nearly stopped as he probed the forbidden star there. Very slowly he pushed a finger inside. His cock continued his primal claiming, even as she gasped, trying to squirm away from his finger. He simply pushed deeper, thrusting in time with his cock.

“What are you doing?” She sounded as alarmed as she felt.

“I told you up front what I like, babe. I love anal, and we’re definitely going there.”

She shook her head, hating that another orgasm was building and building as he applied more pressure, pushing in a second finger, awakening nerve endings that had never been on fire like this before. His fingers weren’t small, and he kept thrusting hard in counterpoint to his cock.

“No, I don’t want…I can’t do that.” She felt as confused as her body. The orgasm was so close, rocking her.

“I’ll get you ready, Wildfire. You can do it, and I’ll get you to a point where you crave it just the way I do. Trust me, I’ll make it good for you.”

She was afraid he would. He was taking her over. Owning her. How could she ever be Lyric without him? Then her mind was gone as she exploded, fragmented, pieces of her flung in every direction as her body clamped down on his, milking his thick cock. She was so far gone she barely heard him roaring out his release with the way her heart thundered in her ears. Around her the edges of her world turned black, the intensity of her orgasm overwhelming.

Lyric was vaguely aware of Keys freeing her wrists and massaging them as he gently turned her over. There was a warm, wet cloth applied between her legs, but she didn’t open her eyes, too exhausted to even try. She simply stayed curled up in the fetal position, listening to the soothing caress of his voice, but she didn’t understand a word he was saying. Her mind was in total chaos. The Lyric she knew wasn’t there anymore and she had no idea what Keys had made her into.

Keys crushed her to him, dragging her so close she didn’t know where he ended and she started. His arms were around her, and weirdly, she felt safer than she ever had as he pulled a sheet over them and kissed the top of her head. “Sleep, Wildfire,” he murmured, and she heard that command. It was easy enough to obey when she couldn’t even think or move.

Keys came awake instantly, gun in hand, tracking the room even as he rolled to cover Lyric’s body with his own. She had moved away from him, her back to him, and he realized just that small separation had awakened him. More, he felt tremors moving through her and knew she was crying. He shoved the gun under his pillow and framed her face with his palms.

Wet skin. Smooth like silk. But wet with tears. She was a silent crier, which he thought was worse than if she had sobbed loudly.

“What is it, Wildfire?” He pressed kisses to the nape of her neck and then over her high cheekbones, trailed more down to her delicate jaw and over her throat. “Tell me.”

She gave a little shake of her head and tried to hide her face in her hands. It was dark, but the moon spilled light through the window, just enough for him to see her fragile features.

“Baby, I need you to talk to me. Did I hurt you? I was rough, but you got off on it. After, I made certain you were taken care of, at least I thought I did. What did I miss?”

Sometimes he woke up next to her and just spent an hour staring down at her, trying to believe he had her in his bed. In his life. In the darkness, in the cocoon of silence, he knew he’d been given a miracle. His best friend. The only love he would ever have—ever know. The only woman who was capable of seeing him—loving him, as rough and as fucked up as he was.

He knew she loved him. He felt it every time they were together. Each time they entered the house. When her arms wrapped around him on the bike. When her face lit up in welcome. When she jumped into his arms. It was there. That elusive emotion he never believed he would ever feel. He never believed anyone could feel it for him.

“Lyric, babe. Talk to me. What’s wrong? We can’t fix it if I don’t know what it is.”

“We’re wrong. This is wrong.” Her voice was muffled.

He tried to understand what she was saying to him. How could they be wrong? As far as he was concerned, no other two people were more right for each other.

“I’m listening, Wildfire. Explain it to me.” He stroked his hand down the back of her head, trying to find a way to comfort her. She might think she was hiding from him, but just those tears told him she was devastated.