Page 24 of Freaks Of Nature

“ASH!” I push at the arm that’s trapping me.

Ash ignores my plea, and for a split second I think I might be hallucinating.

My heart pounds up my throat. I choke on a scream, squirming in his hold, trying to get free despite the vise he has me in.

But his fingers work me relentlessly. I can’t fight the climax. The man by the door reaches for his mask and raises it slowly.

I shatter the instant he reveals his face to me. I can’t contain my cry as I buck against Ash. The same green eyes… same dirty blond hair…

He’s a twin!

AfuckingTWIN!

Em

“Meetmy brother Mason.”

Ash’s words are like ice down my back as he sits us up, and I’m face to face with the man who’s been stalking me.

I close my legs, but his hand is still there.

“C’mon now, don’t be shy, baby girl. Technically, you already met him.”

If I weren’t so terrified, I’d scoff. I wouldn’t exactly call our encounter in the alley a meet-cute.

Ash’s fingers grip me, his voice kissing the shell of my ear. “You even let him fuck you.”

Oh no.

His twin’s lips curl into that same cruel grin from last night as he takes a step, plucking the black gloves from his hands.

Approaching the bed, he stuffs them into the front pocket, then reaches up behind his head, pulling his hoodie and the T-shirt underneath off in one go.

I flinch.

“Uh-uh.” Ash’s hold on me tightens. “Relax! We’re not going to hurt you. We just wanted to scare you a little bit,” he justifies with a note of amusement.

Then his voice turns raspy again. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs for my brother,” he tells me, removing his hand from between my thighs. “Give him a taste.”

My legs go numb. And I do it. I open myself up to him.

Why do I do it? Why do I want this?

Mason closes in on me, all slow like he’s stalking his prey.

A wave of need crashes over me with the way his intense eyes devour every inch of my bare flesh.

I ache.

He gives my hips a tug, pulling me off his brother’s lap.

Ash resumes kneading my breasts from behind. I watch with rising anticipation when Mason lowers himself. He slides my legs over his broad shoulders, splayed hands gripping my thighs, then his tongue darts out.

Eyes locked to mine, he lashes at my clit with the hard metal of his piercing.

My body unfurls in ecstasy.

Ash takes notice. “Do you like watching him?”