TWISTED: An Erotic Collection

The Will

My back slammed into the shelf in the master's study, the cold wood sending shivers down my spine. His hand roamed my body settling on my hips, his fingernails digging deliciously in my skin.

I shouldn’t be here, my body shouldn’t crave his touch, while my heart and mind despises his very being and everything he stood for.

His soft lips pressed flushed against the skin on my exposed neck and shoulders line, planting furious kisses on my delicate skin. He sucks and licks the skin on my neck , marking as I groan with satisfaction .

“You hate this as much as I do” he mumbles against my skin , his voice rough, vibrating hot against my skin.

“I hate you” I gasp, my hands landing on the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.

I wasn’t supposed to be kissing this b***h, craving and touching him. Responding to his touch was surrendering. But 2 weeks deep into a 30 day isolation with a man, can make a grown woman lose her senses.

His lips crashed down on mine rough and hard , hands coming up to grip my neck. His tongue pushed into my mouth pushing and caressing against my tongue in a way that made my panties flood with my wetness.

His lips moved against mine hard, I matched the pace kissing him with equal desire. Hate , desire, tension and need fueling swelling within us as the bodies crash together.

My late husband wrote this trap into his will, thinking we would rip each other's throat to claim what was rightfully mine! Instead we were tearing each other's clothes off.

****

(2weeks earlier)

“There has to be another way..common” I said to the tired looking lawyer eyeing the manor in front of me.

I can’t believe this bullshit ass situation. “I’m sorry Mrs, it’s what the late Mr Blackwood instructed in his will”

“Well f**k him and his stupid will! This has to be against the f*****g law!” I turn towards him yelling in his direction.

The lawyer blinks unmoved by another one of my by the minute outburst .

“Must you always f*****g nag woman!” A sharp voice cuts me off. I feel the irritation building inside me as my eyes snap to the irritating owner of the voice.

Chris Blackwood. My veins burn at the mere thought of the man!

“He explained this over and over again, are you slow too?” He voice void of any emotions rings out

“Is this a joke to you?” I ask, staring at his smug face . “Huh? Unlike you, I have s**t to do Chris! I have a life” . I rolled my eyes at him, turning my gaze back to the tired looking lawyer.

“Oh spare me the bullshit Lizzy” he spits out,my naming rolling off his tongue like venom “how busy can you get?” He said voice cold

My eyes snap back to him, meeting his cold grey eyes, I eye him head to toe shooting him a glare. “You don’t even have to be here, just drop this and let me take what’s mine” he said, dragging his box towards the door of the manor.

“I rather chew rocks” I spit out, gripping the handle of my boxes, trailing right behind him.

No way in hell was I leaving what belonged to me to this insufferable creature that is Chris Blackwood.

My late husband of 2 brief years , Kelvin Blackwood , had thought it so kind and lovely that the multi billion dollar empire he left behind, other for me to claim my inheritance and for Chris , his stepbrother to claim his share of the family conglomerate , I and Chris had to cohabitate in the family Manor for 30days, no staff no help..nothing in order to “revolve our differences and effectively run his empire”.

How ridiculous! I was perfectly capable of running it myself! I didn’t need Chris!

I hear the lawyer zooming off , officially leaving me here alone with the actual devil.

I look forward at his huge frame, back muscles tensed as pushes open the oak doors of the Blackwood Manor, his figure disappearing as he walks into the house.

***

Earlier today we had spent the better part of the day hurling threats and insults at ourselves. The manor was huge, but not big enough for the both of us.

Over the past few weeks , a tension had slowly started to form in the manor. s****l tension. I had noticed Chris ripping muscles and body build from him walking around the house with just shorts on.

Initially I had tried to ignore it, but last week I had watched him go for a swim through my bedroom window. I watched as he glided through the water. His fore arm glided smoothly as he swam.

I watched as he came out of the pool, the droplets of water on his skin glistering in the sun. My thighs squeezed tight as I traced the droplets sliding down his abs, the swim shorts clinging to his wet body, his d**k print visible and huge.

That night , as much as I hated it, I couldn’t control myself. I fingered my p***y hard trying to suppress the image of him in my mind.

But this night he had me pinned against the shelf as he kissed the hell out of me .

I moan into the kiss, my body fully submitting to his touch , as he raided my mouth with his tongue.

I felt his hand all over my body, feeling the curve of my body, his hands groped by breast and I moan into his mouth, he massaged my right best through my flimsy night dress, my n*****s hard from his touch.

His fingers slide up and he tugs down the strap of my night dress, exposing my breast. He grabs it hand kneading with no mercy, his fingers pinching and pulling my erect n*****s.

My knees buckled beneath me as pleasure rakes through me. I feel my wetness through my panties. f**k I need this so bad.

Chris knee raised between my legs, his knee cap coming to meet my wet panties. I gasp from the touch.

“So f*****g wet for me” he snarls moving his roughly against my c**t. My head snaps backwards, eyes rolling to the back of my head. Chris plants his lips on my neck , sucking and licking passionately.

I was going to c*m all over his knee. The pressure in my stomach builds up, my breathing haggard as I feel my insides tighten up.

His knees rub faster and I let out a slight moan as I feel myself c*m into my panties.

He knee drops and he grabs my neck, crashing his lips into mine again. I kiss him back passionately, my tongue pushing against his.

He slides his fingers between us, slipping into my panties, feeling my wetness. I moan into his mouth, my body melting into his.

“So f*****g wet for me” his voice was rough and strained. Without warning he pushes two fingers into my entrance.

“Chris!” I moan out as I feel my p***y adjusting to the size of his fingers.

“So f*****g tight” he grunts out, his fingers thrusting deep inside me with no mercy. He pumps me hard and fast, his fingers curling deep inside me.

“Fuckkk” I moan out squirming against him.

“You like that don’t you huh?”

“You like my fingers deep in you”

“f*****g you like this”

I nod my head furiously, moaning out loud as he increases his paces, ramming his fingers deep inside of me.

I feel another orgasm building up inside me as my p***y squeezes his fingers.

“Mhmmm, c*m on my f*****g fingers” he orders curling his fingers inside me. Without warning I shattered all over his fingers, my body quivering against his.

He keeps pumping his fingers into me taking every last drop of me, he slowly pulls out his finger and I moan, feeling the c*m leak out of me.

He pulls away from me and I feel his eyes watching me like a predator watching his prey.

I keep my eyes closed trying to gather my breath and thoughts, cause wtf just happened..

I hear Chris let out a low groan, and my fly opens to stare at him.

He had a dark expression on his face, his grey eyes staring at me dangerously. He lifts his fingers into his mouth, eyes still locked on me as I watch him sucking my juices off them.

Fuck he was so hot. His tongue darted out, swirling around his finger as he collected every drop on his fingers.

Realization quickly dawns on me, I readjust my nightwear, straightening back as I step away from him and the book shelf.

His eyes follow my movements, fingers still in his mouth. I quickly turned around scurrying out of the study.

I just made out with Chris! Chris f*****g Blackwood..Fuck! And I loved every bit of it.