Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (7 page)

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, anyway."

"Let me...." His lips touched my shoulder, soft
and warm. I sighed and sank into the pillows while he caressed my body. He slid
his hands over my skin, seeking my pleasure spots. His touch wasn't rough or
demanding like the men I was used to, but inquisitive, and he seemed genuinely
delighted when I responded to him. "Kiss you like you deserve it."

"Hm?" I turned my head and his mouth caught mine,
parting it gently and teasing my tongue to play with his.

"I've gotten to know you these last few months, Talia.
You're a good woman, worthy of love and devotion." But as he kissed and
nibbled the words on my skin, he avoided the mark on my neck.

No, I'm not.
Only a couple of hours ago, I'd spread
my legs for a man and used him. A couple of days ago, I'd allowed still another
man to torment my mind while he tortured my pussy. And I wanted them both. I
craved their abuse. "You don't know. You don't understand."

"Give me the chance." His tongue circled my
fluttering abs, and I caught my breath. "Your body should be
worshipped." He parted my quivering thighs and dipped his head between
them.

Sweet kisses and tender licks soothed my mistreated pussy.
No,
not pussy. What then?
It seemed wrong somehow to think of my body in such
vulgar terms while he was treating it with respect. Tingling warmth swirled...
between my legs. "Oh, that feels nice."

He sighed and slipped his finger inside me, stroking
reverently while I fought back the impulse to demand something dirty.
Sex
doesn't have to be nasty. It can be... pleasant. Damn it.

I ran my fingers over my flat nipple, tugging it into a
hard, aching pebble. The orgasm that rocked me in the hallway had faded fast.
The next one should've come easily, but Scott's tongue alone couldn't get me
there. His skill matched most men, even surpassed some, but the violence and
malice we'd shared against the wall hadn't followed us to the bedroom.

I draped my legs over his shoulders and dug my heels into
his back, hoping he'd respond with some venom. But he kissed my needy flesh
with sweet tenderness, so I re-lived the wicked images I'd used so many times:
Will's cock buried deep in my cunt, Alex's tongue flicking my clit. My body
naked and writhing between them. A cock in my ass and a cock in my pussy.

Flames roared to life, incinerating any lingering clean
thoughts and igniting my nastier urges. "Oh God, yes!"

Scott got to his knees and thrust his cock inside me while I
was still coming, setting off a second orgasm, stronger than the first. He
stretched out on top of my trembling body, entwining my fingers with his as he
held my arms above my head. I couldn't move, but I didn't need to. He used his
entire body to stroke me, inside and out as the hair on his chest teased my
nipples into tingling buds. His abs melded into mine and our thighs mated. My
toes curled along his calves.

He flicked my earlobe with his tongue. "You're so
beautiful."

I moaned and pulled away.
Don't want to talk. Don't want
to listen.

But he pursued, nipping my neck and whispering sweet words.
"I knew you'd feel good. So soft and warm... a true pleasure to hold. An
erotic angel."

God, no.
"Call me slut."

"Why?"

"Because I like it."

"Do you?"

Alex's wicked snarl rattled my spine.
Fuck my cock, slut.
Fuck it hard.

Will's husky growl curled my toes.
Do you like being a
dirty slut?

My nipples tingled.
God, yes!
"More than you
know." More than I understood.

He shook his head, pulled out and sank back in, sharing his
body with me like it belonged to both of us. "You can be his slut, but
you're my goddess."

And then he kissed me. His lips parted and his tongue
flickered, but he held back as if waiting for an invitation. I slid my tongue
between his lips.
Come in.
He moaned and let go of my hands, then
wrapped his arms around me. I caressed his shoulders and his neck, tangling my
fingers in his hair while he kissed me.

Is this what making love is like?

That familiar spark danced—not between my legs—but beneath
my breast and in my heart.

But I don't love him.

Didn't matter. The sparks set off a chain reaction, speeding
through our entangled limbs and exploding at our joined hips. We held onto that
kiss, clinging to it like a safety net pulling us out of the shockwave.

I nestled into Scott's clean white sheets while he held me
close. He caught his breath and whispered, "Don't tell me you don't
deserve this."

I panted. "Wrong reasons."

"What?"

"You. Me. Guilt, revenge, anger. All the wrong
reasons."

"All of those and one more."

"Desperation?" Clinging to something that wasn't
there?

He slipped his hand into my hair and kissed me. "I care
about you."

At least he didn't claim to love me. "I know. You're
good to me, good for me. I really wanted to make this work. That's why I didn't
want to get sexual too soon." I sat up and held the blanket to my chest.

He leaned up on his elbow, his gaze fixed my marked neck.
"Why did you sleep with your ex?"

"Ha. Wrong reasons." But as I looked around for my
clothes, I realized that no matter how wrong sex with Will or Alex felt, I'd
never get enough. "I knew he wouldn't say no to me. He never has."

Scott wouldn't look at me. He got up and disappeared down
the hall, but came back a couple minutes later with my clothes. "I'm
sorry. I should've recognized what you needed."

I'd cheated on him and
he
was apologizing? "I
need a guy like you, someone who treats me right, but... you're not what I
want." And with that statement, my heart sank into the black oblivion of
my past, pulled down by the two men I couldn't let go.

"Bad boys aren't relationship material."

"Neither am I." I slid my arm behind my neck and
tugged my hair from under my shirt. "But I won't cheat again."

"I guess that means we're done."

I'd have slapped that perceptive and understanding bastard
if he hadn't been right. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I liked you."

"But that wasn't enough for you."

"Just stop." I zipped up my shorts and slipped my
feet into my sandals. "I won't let you or anyone else use guilt to
motivate me. I'm over that."

He smiled and stood, reaching for my elbows and pulling me
close. "Good."

I meant to give him a nice, simple goodbye kiss, but the
moment his lips touched mine, a little tingle parted them and our tongues
mingled one last time. "I gotta go." I pushed off his chest and ran
out the door.

My heart skipped a beat as I tried to start my car and
nothing happened. The engine roared on the second try and I breathed again,
fighting back the panic rising from my gut. I'd come back to Chicago determined
to take control of my life. I thought getting laid would remove the sexual
tension between Alex and me and put us on a level playing field. I got fucked
twice, but not by the man I really wanted—and still craved.

How can I resist Alex now?
Single. Free. I could have
any man I wanted.

I don't have to resist Alex.

Ooo... my first impulse was to get back to Denver as fast as
I could and rip his clothes off, but wait....
He doesn't know I'm single. I
can use this against him.
Wicked glee bubbled up inside me, and I caught a
glimpse inside Alex's black heart, finally understanding what he saw when he
looked at me with those devil eyes. Not a victim, but a formidable opponent, a
challenge, a conquest and a prize worth fighting for.

You are mine, Alex. There is no escape.

"So are you sleeping with Alex, or is he still seeing
Joan?" Claire closed the conference room door and planted her butt in a
chair across from me. She linked her fingers under her chin as if expecting
some juicy gossip.

Still seeing Joan?
"Whaaat?" I pushed the
laptop back and gaped at her. "Where'd you get the idea that I'm sleeping
with Alex? And how do you know about him and Joan?"

"Everyone knows about their little fling. And I can
tell there's something going on between you two—or there was."

"Was." And would be again, as soon as I figured
out how to manipulate the man. But how could I use my freedom against him? Was
I strong enough to take on Alex Sheridan and win? When had this become a
competition? Why couldn't I just love the man?

Love? Seriously, Talia?

Claire sighed and a dreamy smile touched her lips. "Too
bad. I'd do him if he wasn't my boss." She stood and picked up her
notepad. "Ready to go?"

I shoved the scattered documents into the file and flipped
it closed. "Yeah."

She led me to Joan's office. Alex was already there, leaning
over her shoulder and pointing to something on her computer screen. His hand
rested on her shoulder, a casual and intimate touch.
Why is he groping her?
I thought they broke up.
But wait... he'd never told me he wasn't still
fucking her.

Joan waved us in. "Close the door, Claire. Have you
found the payment, Talia?"

The woman didn't waste words. Neither did I. "No.
McCloskey knew what he was doing."

Alex sat beside me, jiggling his knee and pulling at his
tie. "
Can
you find it?"

I ignored him and met Joan's gaze. Her eyes asked the same
question and since she was my boss, I answered her. "Yes. But it'll take
time."

"We don't have time." Alex jumped up and paced
around Joan's desk, moving much too close to her.

Joan leaned back as he passed her, and her hand brushed his
thigh.
An accident or a stealthy caress?
"Can you stall?"

He cleared his throat and focused on Claire. "Research.
Find anything and everything we can use to buy time. I want motions on my desk
by five o'clock."

"Yes, sir." That wasn't the first time she'd
called him sir. Everyone here called each other by their first names, no matter
what their position.
God, how annoying.
I could never call Alex sir.
Asshole. Bastard. But never sir.

Joan turned her back to Alex, then dismissed Claire and me
with a nod. "Get to work."

Alex glared at his boss then ushered us out. "Come
on." He took my arm and guided me to the elevator. Claire scrambled to
keep up. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the
railing, huffing his bangs out of his eyes.
Why is he so sexy when he's
pissed?

The elevator stopped at the third floor, and we stepped off,
but Claire stayed behind. "I need to go to the big law library for
this."

Alex nodded. "Find everything we might be able to
use."

"Got it."

I walked back to my laptop and opened a couple of files.
Damn
it. Where do I look next?

Alex followed me into the conference room. "Why can't
you find the money?"

"Don't rush me. I'm doing my best."

"This is your best? You've been working on this a week
and you've got nothing!"

"What did you expect? A quick Google search and, 'Hey,
here it is?' It doesn't work that way."

He paced in front of the table, rubbing the back of his
neck. His gaze darted around the room, rattled, unfocused.

Wow. I have him by the balls.
"Your case can't
move forward without me."

He snarled but said nothing.

Alex Sheridan, all-powerful prosecutor, brought to his knees
by a lowly accounting nerd. Now
this
was something I'd never seen
before. I liked it. "You
need
me."

"I need you to win this case. The DA's office needs
you."