Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) by Amelia James Read Free Book Online Page B

evaded his approach and steered him down the hallway.
"And you refused me when I was ready."
    He turned and walked away from me. "That wasn't ready.
That was guilt."
    "Bullshit!"
    He spun and advanced on me again. "You think so? You
think guilty sex is good sex?"
    Wow. His words cut right to the heart of the matter. Both
times I'd wanted Scott had been after fooling around with Alex and fucking
Will. Guilt had led me to some amazing sex, but I thought I was over that. Heat
pooled between my legs as carnal memories of fucking one man after sleeping
with his best friend assaulted me.
    I reached for him, touched his pounding chest. He backed
away, but I pursued, trapping his body against the wall with mine. "It's
the best kind."
    "Prove it."
    "Are you asking me to go to bed with you?"
    "No. I'm telling you."
    I should've said no. I should've walked out and never looked
back. But some crazy thought told me that fucking Scott—right here, right
now—might salvage our relationship. I knew it was BS, but I'd always wonder if
I didn't try.
    With one quick move, I yanked his pants to the floor,
exposing his hard and ready cock. He bit his lip while I stroked him, caressing
his long shaft with greedy fingers. A drop of fluid oozed from the velvety
head, and I licked it off my thumb. His lips had said no, but the wood in my
palm said, 'fuck me before I explode.'
    "I see I'm not the only one aroused for the wrong
reasons."
    He snarled and stripped me, tearing Will's shirt as he
pulled it over my head. My shorts hit the floor, and we fondled and groped each
other's naked bodies. My hand re-captured his cock. His fingers claimed my
pussy. If fingering was a lost art, then Scott was a Renaissance Master. He
painted my lower lips with my juices, brushing with an expert touch, then
dipped his fingers into my well and dabbed my throbbing clit with his thumb.
    We spun and he crushed me against the wall. He grabbed my
ass and hitched me up while I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my
wet flesh along his erection.
    His gaze burned into mine as he impaled me. "If I'd known
you were such a slut, I never would've waited."
    "You knew. But you're too wholesome to fuck me like I
deserve it."
    He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and spread them apart,
circling a slippery fingertip around my tight hole, but he didn't enter.
"Think so?" He drove his cock in deep, slamming me into the wall and
taking my breath away.
    "Yes." I gasped and shifted, trying to shove his
finger into my ass, but he moved his hand away.
    He groaned and pounded me without mercy. "You need to
be punished for fucking your ex... while you made me wait for months."
Picture frames tilted and fell to the floor.
    "Yes!" I squealed as he battered my wanton pussy. Oh
God, I love being punished!
    He lost his grip, but caught me on his cock. I sank my
fingers into his shoulders and clenched his hips with my thighs.
    "That's a tight grip," he moaned.
    "My legs got quite a workout from all those men."
    "I wasn't talking about your legs." He twisted
inside me, stroking deep and hard.
    "Ohh...." My body curled into a tight spiral, spinning
hotter and faster as I squirmed and gasped. I slipped and he lifted me. I fell
and he carried me. I floated, secure and steady, and landed on a cloud of
fluffy white bliss—his bed.
    Scott lay on top of me, brushing my hair from my face while
he held me close. "Fuck you like you deserve it? What does that
mean?"
    "Oh...." I hid my face against his shoulder.
"Do you really want to hear that story?"
    "Probably not." He caressed my hair with gentle
fingers, pulling my head back so I would look at him. "Tell me."
    "I said that to Alex once. Back then I was... I'm
still...." Alex's plaything? Will's pity fuck? "I got what I
deserved... what I wanted."
    "Bad girl sex?"
    That's putting it mildly. "Yeah." But I
didn't give him any details.
    He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. "Has anyone
ever made love to you?"
    "Will used to. We thought we were,