Falling For The Wrong Twin

Monster

Gia

I removed my lip balm, about to coat my lips with it when the door opened. “Barbara—” the words died tragically in my throat.

The temperature in the bathroom dropped twenty degrees as those dark brown eyes that shone with mischief locked with mine through the mirror.

I sucked in a deep breath, willing myself to function normally as I forced a frown onto my face, pretending his presence didn’t overwhelm me or make my knees almost turn to jelly.

He leaned against the door that clicked shut, a cigar hanging loosely between his fingers, tendrils of smoke curling into the air as a smirk played at his lips.

‘Ignore him’

I brought the lip balm back to my lips. I really wanted to ignore him but how could I when his heated gaze tracked down my back, to the curves of my ass, sending a trail of fire in its wake.

“W-What are you doing here, Maverick Delwanosky?” I said, avoiding eye-contact with him.

From the peripheral of my vision, I noticed the way he slanted his head. “You invited me, muffin,”

This time my eyes met his and the intensity in them almost made my breath catch in my throat. “What are you talking about?”

He removed his phone from his pocket, swiping through the screen before lifting his gaze back to mine. “You carefully picked out three sexy pictures of yourself, sent them to me, and then asked what I’m doing here? If that wasn’t an invitation to come find you, then I’d like to know what is.”

“I love it when you try to play hard to get. And yeah…” His gaze dropped briefly. “Your ass is perfect.”

For a second, confusion swirled in my mind. What was he talking about? Just as I opened my mouth to speak, his words slammed back into me, resounding through my head.

No.

No.

No.

I snatched my phone off the sink, opening my message app and my lips parted in shock. No. I hadn't sent those bikini photos to Oona. I'd sent every single one to Maverick, right alongside that text. Kill me!

“f**k” I whispered before taking in a deep breath.

I turned to him but before the mental notes could fully form, he’d already pushed away from the door.

Maverick stalked towards me, the space between us stretching taut. The heat radiating from his body seemed to seep into mine as I gripped the edge of the sink, my words tumbling out in nervous stutters.

“W-What are you doing?” A normal person should be panicking but to my absolute horror, my treacherous p***y clenched instead. “I swear, if you come any closer, I am going to scream and cause a scene,”

Then he stopped.

No single trace of remorse on his face.

Instead, he carried the look of a man who had just felt something switch inside of him.

Something dark. Something bordering on crazy.

It all reflected in his predatory gaze—smile— as he brought the rest of the cigarette to his mouth.

“Gia,” his darkened voice echoed and rattled through me. “I just realized that it’s been a long time since I heard you scream. “You know—” he tilted his head. “I keep imagining the sounds you’ll make when I split you apart and eat you out. How loud you’ll scream, knowing Mitch’s out there and can hear you. So Gia, scream. I want you to scream my name”

His words provoked a deep pleasure that made me clench my thighs.

“Leave,” I whispered out the words that I didn't mean.

“Dare me to leave, Gia,”

My throat worked, the ache in my p***y throbbing harder. If I dared him to leave, he would do the opposite of it and despite knowing that fact, the words left my mouth in a shameless surrender.

“I dare you,” I couldn't even hear my own voice above the noise in my head.

Dark clouds rolled through his eyes, a satisfied growl ripping from his throat as he dropped the cigarette, crossed over to me, and crushed his lips on mine until I was slowly melting into him.

The kiss back there was gentler compared to this.

This was rough, bruising, and claiming

He kissed me so hard that he left no space for me to breathe. I’d never been kissed like this.

I could taste him, the swirl of a cigarette in his mouth and the lust. In one swift movement, he swept everything beside the sink onto the tiled floor, grabbed me firmly by the hips, and lifted me onto it.

Maverick’s forehead pressed against mine, cupping my face with practiced tenderness. He tugged at my lips one more time—until it hurt—before he slowly lowered himself to his knees, peeling my panties alongside as his heated gaze held mine captive.

“Let me see you, Gia,” His voice was sweet and seductive.

I shook my head, something rising in my throat. “I…”

How do I tell him that as a twenty-eight-year-old, I’d never had my p***y eaten out? And the thoughts of everything he was about to do turned me into a nervous wreck.

“I’m shy. I have never done this before.”

“This part?”

I nodded.

I had expected that same look of judgment to cross his eyes like Oona’s, but he kissed my knee instead. “I want to see you,” he coaxed.

Like a spell, I parted my legs for him. Maverick’s eyes slid down my face, settling on my p***y and lust darkened his gaze.

“Damn—” he breathed. “You are so beautiful, Gia,”

“Do you say that to the other women when you have them spread before you like this?”

Maverick shook his head. “No, muffin. I’ve only said that to you”

“Only you,” his voice was as soft as silk.

He grabbed the back of my thigh, yanked me forward until I was at the edge.

“Look at you already drenched for me,” he pushed up a bit, kissed the inside of my thighs and my breathing stalled.

I had never been bare before anyone like this.

Maverick held my gaze, slowly dragging his tongue up my split as a shiver racked through me, back arching as nerves lit up inside of me.

My nails scraped against the marble surface as he pulled on my c**t—long and teasing enough to make me almost crush his head between my thighs.

His mouth was warm against my p***y, his tongue sweeping hot, fast, and slow. He ate me like he was starving and I was the only one who could satisfy his feral hunger.

I should be pushing him away.

Instead, I rolled my hips, desperate for that friction, chasing that high as I moaned louder.

“That's right baby, I want to hear you moan for me”

He slipped his tongue into my entrance and I lost it—another moan tearing from my mouth.

“f**k…” I cried, toenails digging into his shoulders.

With a smirk on his face, he glanced up at me with an expression that screamed he enjoyed tasting me. One that expanded the pressure building low in my stomach as I arched my spine up, chasing his mouth.

“Mave…Mave. Maverick,” I cried, tears pooling in my eyes and blurring my vision. “I think I’m going to come,” I said, not caring how desperate I sounded. I was going to regret this the moment my mind cleared.

All of a sudden, he pulled back, holding what I desperately chased out of reach.

“Beg me, Gia. All you have to do is say the word. Tell me how much you want me to help you come,”

I stared down at him with an aching need. How could he do this to me, just when I was on the edge?

“Say the word,”

A frustrated sound escaped me. “Just do the goddamn thing already”

I would never give Maverick the satisfaction of watching me beg.

But I wanted him right now.

To help me come.

To feel him buried inside of me.

He waited—for me to cave and when I wouldn't, he rose to his feet, my pupils dilating and retracting as reality began to sink in. He was going to leave me like this.

“W-where are you going?” My voice trembled with disbelief.

“Gia, I won’t touch you unless you need it. Unless you’re so desperate you’re shaking for it. So if you want me…prove it. Beg. Ask me to f**k you. Ask me to let you come and I’ll give you more than what you asked for. Until then, I’ll be more than happy to keep going in circles like this,” he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

My face twisted. I still hadn't grappled with the situation until he walked out.

Heartless monster.