Page 33 of Twisted Tate

She freezes.

I feel it—the way her body goes rigid, the way her eyes go distant. She’s not here anymore. She’s somewhere else, somewhere dark.

“Reese.” I stop moving, cupping her face. “Look at me. Stay with me.”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice is small. “I don’t know why—I was fine and then I saw—”

“Don’t fucking apologize.” I hold her gaze, keeping myself buried inside her. “Tell me what you saw.”

“A different face.” She squeezes her eyes shut. “Just for a second. A bad one.”

“Open your eyes.”

She does. They’re wet with tears and shame. “I’m sorry.”

I never want to hear her apologize to me ever again.

“Who do you see right now?”

“You.”

“That’s right, baby girl. Me.” I flex my hips, grinding deep, and watch her breath hitch. “I’m the one inside you. I’m the one that wants you exactly as you are.”

“Tate—”

“I’m going to fuck that memory right out of your head.” I pull back and thrust hard. “Every time his face tries to show up, I want you to feel my cock and remember who you belong to.”

I start moving again. Not brutal this time, but with slow, hard thrusts. I angle myself to hit that spot inside her, and I watch her face as the pleasure starts to override the panic.

“That’s it.” I keep my eyes on hers. “Stay with me, baby girl. Feel me.”

“Only you.” Her nails dig into my back. “I can only feel you.”

“Who’s inside this pussy right now?”

“You are.”

“Whose cock is stretching you open?”

“Yours.” Her voice is getting stronger. “Your cock. Only yours.”

“That’s my girl.” I thrust harder, and she moans. “Now I want you to come again. And this time, I want you to scream my name so loud it drowns out every other voice in your head.”

“I don’t know if I can—”

“You can. Look at me.” I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing tight circles while I fuck her. “You’re going to come on my cock, and the only thing you’ll see is my face. The only thing you’ll feel is me. The only name you’ll remember is mine.”

She’s climbing. I feel it. Her pussy getting tighter, her breathing more ragged, her moans higher. Her eyes stay locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping her here.

“Just keep looking at me, baby girl.” I pound into her. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”

“Tate—” Her whole body starts to shake.

“Say my name when you come.”

She shatters.

“Tate!” She screams it loud enough to echo off every surface. Her pussy clamps down hard, her body convulsing, and her nails rake down my back so hard it stings.