Page 13 of Twisted Tyrant


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I back her against a wall, relishing the sharp release of breath from her lungs on impact. Taking my time, I peel her shorts off her — one leg, then the other. I leave her panties on so that way she doesn’t think I’m a complete and total savage.

There’ll be time for that later.

My eyes never leave her face, and my cock jumps at the panic etched into her fearful expression.

It’s sick and a little bit twisted, I know.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers, her fear-filled gaze darting left and right, no doubt looking for a weapon.

But all my pens are in drawers.

Too bad for you, Natasha.

“I told you I’d punish you if you pulled anything.”

“I didn’t make a sound!”

“You kicked me in the face before and sucker punched me just now. Did you really think I was gonna let that shit slide?”

She gasps. “Please don’t hurt my family.”

I shake my head. “I’m not gonna do anything to them right now. This is all about you.”

She struggles against me, slamming her fists against my chest until I close the distance between us, rendering her arms useless.

I flip her around so that her forehead is pressed against the wall.

I’m not gonna fuck her, but I’m gonna leave my mark on her, brother.

With one arm snaked around her waist, I pull her toward me, forcing her ass into the air.

She whips her hands backward, trying in vain to connect with me. “Let me go, you psycho motherfucker.”

I smirk.

Natasha’s gonna give Dima a run for his money, that’s for sure.

I fist the back of her hair, yanking her head backward so that my lips graze her ear. “I told you to be quiet. That’s not being quiet.”

“Fuck you.”

My palm tingles as I hover it over the globe of her ass.

Smack!

A loud yelp escapes her lips.

“That mouth is begging for my hand, Natasha. Every time you yell, your ass will be branded by my hand.”

My hand sears her flesh over and over as she wails, a deep red outline of my palm popping against her bronze skin. Just thinking about my brother finding evidence of my erotic torment makes me giddy.

“Have you had enough yet?” I hiss minutes later, dragging my fingertips down the slope of her spine as she pants an unintelligible reply.

My eyes droop shut as I breathe her in, carnal desire heavy in the air surrounding us. My cock throbs, straining against the front of my pants. Natasha’s body is spent and sated from the all-out assault I just launched on her prickled flesh.

My balls ache with the need for release...a release I won’t take unless she begs for it.

I slip my hand around her front as her body calms. Her abdomen tightens as my fingers slide over her smooth skin, trailing a very determined path into the waistband of her lacy blue thong.

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