Page 1 of Twisted Road


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Chapter 1

Aurora

This is a mistake, but I don’t care.

We haven’t exchanged names or more than a few words. But I still went home with him. The man from the Wellesley College library.

His apartment is in one of Boston’s nicest areas. Expensive properties that are outside of my family’s price range unless we win the lottery.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks in that Irish brogue of his.

Nodding, I tear at the buttons of his shirt. “No talking.”

I’m frustrated in the role of good girl, and frankly, horny as hell. Years of trying to better myself have left me feeling chained and locked into a role I never asked for. With every heated gaze, my pussy pulses with need, chipping away at my shackles.

He flashes a cocky smile of perfectly straight white teeth. It should be illegal to be as hot as him. Blue eyes the color of the sky rake my figure hungrily. Blonde hair that’s just a little too long grazes his shoulders. Day-old stubble makes him look older than a college student. He exudes confidence and control.

Hands touch every part of my body. Stripping away clothes and caressing my skin with gentle fingers. He grabs my ass, squeezing. I mewl in his mouth as the ache in my core intensifies.

Desire courses through my veins, taking control of me. Lost in the need for more, I finally succeed, taking off his shirt. My fingers tremble. I can’t undress him fast enough. My efforts are rewarded with a glimpse of a muscled torso covered in ink.

But I can’t lose myself entirely. Whoever this guy is, I know he’s trouble. His tattoos indicate gang association, though I can’t say for sure what gang.

He pulls me into a kiss that steals my breath away. Fireworks ignite, threatening to burn me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, loving how tall and masculine he is.

He picks me up like I’m weightless. My legs coil around his hips as I kiss my way down his neck. He tastes like heaven, but feels like sin.

He carries me into the bedroom. And fuck if his room isn’t nicer than I expected from another college student. Not even my bougie best friend Lauren’s apartment is this nice.

When he tosses me onto the bed in my red lacy underwear, a heady thrill rushes over me. This is a stranger; good girls don’t fuck strangers from the library. He kneels at the foot of the bed and slides my panties off with his teeth. My eyes fall closed, and the throbbing between my thighs grows harder to ignore.

He throws my leg over his shoulder. Thank god for the alcohol or I’d die of mortification.

Letting a stranger go down on me? Not something I’ve ever done before. But then again, I’ve never gone to a stranger’s home specifically to fuck them before, either. I guess I’m breaking all my rules tonight.

He kisses his way up my inner thigh. Warmth spreads from his lips to me. I moan. He scoops me up with one arm behind my back, holding me to him as he kisses my sex just once, softly. When he blows on my clit, I pulsate with need.

“Oh, God,” I moan, clawing into his shoulders.

This isn’t fair.How can he reduce me to jelly so easily?

His tongue circles my clit once quickly, then presses inside my soft folds. The sensation is too much. I’m winding up as pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave. I sigh. Bucking my hips for more, he slides a finger into the soft warmth, and I feel him smile against my thigh. His day old stubble brushes the sensitive skin of my inner folds.

He slides a finger out, then in again, adding another. Winding me up further. Sweat dapples on my skin as incoherent moans spill from my lips. The slow pace is torturous. I tug his hair.

“I want to know if you like it.” He looks up at me with wicked blue eyes filled with fire and trouble. He slides his fingers inside of me, watching how I unravel in his skilled hands.

“You know the answer,” I moan.

“Be a good girl and answer my question,” he demands, curling his fingers inside of me, making me moan louder. “Or I stop.”

The threat of stopping is enough to make the last of my resistance crumble. “Yeah, I like it. You bastard,” I add with a laugh.

“Good girl,” he croons.

He pumps his fingers as he licks and sucks on me. I throw my head back, moaning incomprehensibly. I cling to his shoulders.

Without warning, he pushes me back onto the bed. He doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath before continuing the assault.

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