Page 43 of Twisted Tyrant


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“Don’t say another word, Natasha. You don’t get to question me. You don’t get to stick your nose into my business.”

He spanks me again and I wince. His cock, hard and thick, presses against my ass.

“You will keep your mouth shut about my family,” he growls, his palm stinging my flesh. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I rasp. Tears spring to my eyes at the force of his hand repeatedly punishing me for saying the words I needed to speak, ones I wanted him to hear. I cry out when his digits slip into my pussy, the sudden invasion making my body shudder with the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.

Shockwaves ripple through me, short-circuiting my ability to think and speak as they command every nerve ending. He slaps my ass again with his free hand, and I clench my pussy tight around his fingers. I back my ass against his hand and scream as his fingers drive deeper into me in response. I writhe and tremble against him. My pussy lips suck around his fingers with the voracity of a predator.

“Luka, oh my God! Don’t stop!”

And without warning, his fingers retreat and slide out of my wet heat just before the orgasm consumes me.

I pant, choking on gulps of oxygen as I pull them into my lungs. I look at him over my shoulder. “Why did you stop?”

“I need you to hate me. And I want so fucking badly to hate you, too.”

I shiver at his words, pushing off the counter. I fling my arms over my exposed parts before twisting around to face him. His pained expression makes my heart plummet to my feet. “But you don’t, do you?”

He fixes a hard stare on me and backs away.

“I have to. It’s the only way I can forget you.”

He walks out of the kitchen without another word, leaving me more broken and alone than I’ve felt since he stole my life away.

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