Page 125 of Twisted Fate

He moved back to meet my gaze, continuing to slowly move inside me.

“Nothing, why?”

“You hate taking it slow,” I frowned, his gentle thrusts slowing even more until he’d stopped completely.

What the fuck?

He sighed, appearing torn.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve got bullet wounds and stitches and…”

“I always loved the fact that you weren’t gentle with me. Maybe I want to hurt. Maybe I need you to be reckless with me to anchor me again,” I said softly, his eyes roaming over my face as if to see if I was lying.

He was trying to do what he thought was the right thing, but it was unnecessary.

“But…”

“But, nothing. Hurt me, I want you to. Fuck me like you hate me,” I whispered, a growl ripping from him before he slammed into me hard, a gasp of surprise leaving me at his sudden change of pace.

Was I going to regret saying that?

Probably.

“Thank fuck. I need that more than you fucking know,” he bit out, and the moment he grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled his blade from the pocket, I knew he was going to give me everything I’d fucking asked for.

* * *

Skeeter

I shouldn’t have done it.

I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t.

Not with her.

She ignited a fire so deep inside me, that once I started, I couldn’t control myself.

I knew I’d told Caden and his guys that I’d stop slicing her up, but nothing made me hornier than making her bleed like that.

She was just as fucked up as I was, and she fucking begged me to cut her every time I got my blade out.

No one’s ever gotten to me as much as Aurora, and I had no idea why.

I mean, sure, she was badass and looked super-hot when she was pissed off and staring down her gun, but I was just drawn to her like a magnet from the start.

Her smile, the way her eyes lit up when I pull my blade out and she knew what was coming, the way her lips trail over my skin as if she’s fucking starving for me.

All of it.

Watching her fuck Caden on her birthday nearly made me bust in my fucking boxers.

No one really understood how I tolerated sharing her either.

I saw her less than the others, and I was usually more possessive with things that were mine.

I guessed we had all slowly become a family.

I just needed to convince her to let us all back in.