Twisted Hate (Twisted 3) - Page 49

JULES

Shock gluedmy feet to the floor. I’d suspected this would happen, that I would push Josh past his breaking point. I’d goaded him into it, after all.

But now that it was happening, I couldn’t formulate a response. No words, no movement, just utter disbelief and dark, disturbing heat that raced through my veins like wildfire.

The warmth from earlier had erupted into a full-blown volcano, dripping lava until every nerve ending blazed with sensation. My heart thundered with the force of a thousand galloping horses, and the pounding spread until it throbbed in every part of me—my head, my throat, the suddenly, agonizingly sensitive spot between my legs.

Josh curled his hand around the back of my neck, holding me captive while he plundered my mouth.

He kissed the way we fought. Hard. Rough. Explosive.

I hated how much I loved it.

I regained control of my limbs and raised my hands to push him away, but to my surprise, I fisted his shirt instead. I gathered handfuls of the white cotton and yanking him closer until we were pressed so tight against each other I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.

A small moan escaped when Josh shifted his hips just enough so his hardness rubbed against my core.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” His mocking whisper ghosted over my lips, its softness a sharp contrast to the force with which he tugged on my hair.

Tears sprang to my eyes at the flash of pain. The throbbing in my lower belly intensified. “Fuck you,” I hissed.

“I already know that’s what you want, Red.” He closed his teeth around my bottom lip and tugged hard enough to send another twin frisson of pain and pleasure spiraling through my body. “No need to beg for it.”

A low growl rose in my throat. I finally shoved him off me, my heart racing and my lips and pussy throbbing in equal measure. “I will never beg you for anything.”

Josh wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the movement so slow and deliberate it became more sexual than it should’ve been. A flush of arousal colored his high cheekbones, and the intensity of his gaze as he dragged it over my face to where my coat gaped open seared into my flesh.

“Don’t be too sure about that.” The embers in his eyes burned brighter. “Let’s make another bet, Red. I bet if I bent you over and yanked up that little skirt of yours, I’d find you soaking for me. And I bet I could have you begging for my cock, for me to make you come so hard you’ll see fucking stars before the night is over.”

My teeth clenched in aggravation. I hated his ego, his arrogant smirk, his everything. And yet, I was so wet I could feel myself dripping at the images his filthy words conjured.

“Nice try, Joshy, But I’m not taking the bait.”

It was the coward’s way out, but I was one touch away from detonating, and I refused to give Josh the satisfaction of being the one to press the button.

“Didn’t think you would,” he taunted. “Scared, Jules?”

“Can’t take a hint, Josh?”

We glared at each other, our anger tangible in the cold night air, before the gap between us disappeared and our mouths crashed against each other again. Harder, more desperate than the first time, our tongues fighting for dominance while our hands roamed over every inch of skin.

Josh pushed me through the half-open door and kicked it shut behind us without breaking the kiss.

Our fingers flew over our clothes in a frantic rush to remove them.

My coat. His shirt. My skirt. His pants. They all fell to the living room floor until we were naked, our skin heated with the hum of electricity surging through my blood and in the air.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

My skin pebbled with goosebumps at Josh’s rough command, but instead of obeying, I lifted my chin in defiance. “Make me.”

The words barely left my mouth before he closed the distance between us in two strides and twisted me around. He drove his knee into the back of mine, forcing me to the ground. I struggled half-heartedly, but I was no match for Josh’s strength.

One hand locked my wrists together behind my back in a steel grip while the other slipped between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit.

The jolt of pleasure wrenched a half gasp, half moan from my throat.

“What was that you were saying?” Josh mocked. He pushed a finger inside me while keeping his thumb on my clit. I was so wet I didn’t feel any friction even when he was knuckles deep in me. “Just like I’d guessed. You’re fucking soaking.”

My hands curled into fists. I was already panting, so turned on I could barely think straight, and we’d barely started.

“Beg for it, Red.” He curled his finger and hit my most sensitive spot, eliciting another moan, before he slowly dragged it out and shoved it back in. His breathing harshened. “Beg me to fuck you. To make you come all over my cock like you so desperately crave.”

“You wish.” My nails dug into my palms. “My vibrator does a better job than you. On its lowest speed.”

Josh let out a soft laugh. “You have to make things difficult.” He released my wrists and fisted my hair, jerking my head back until his mouth hovered near my ear. “But I love a good fight.”

My response died on my tongue when he thrust another finger inside me. In, out, in, out, faster and faster until the telltale tingles of an impending orgasm gathered at the base of my spine. He reached around and pinched my nipple, and a full-body shudder rolled through me right as the—

He yanked his hands away.

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