Beautifully Twisted (11 page)

“Leave.”

“Answer me.”

He walks closer to her but she moves quickly, darting away from him. He catches her arm, and pulls her into his chest. He sweeps her hair from her eyes, holding her close to him.

“Let me go, Scotty.” She struggles against him but she is no match for the strength of his hold.

“Never.”

He kisses her–this time, soft and sweet. Reaching down, he unties her robe, revealing her nakedness underneath. His hands roam freely, gently caressing her tingling flesh. Sliding her robe off her shoulders, he lets it fall to the floor. Looking up, she locks eyes with him. She’s never seen his black eyes so warm before.

“Let me make love to you, baby girl. Let me show you that I can.”

She throws her head back, baring her throat to his kisses. His hand slides between her legs, rubbing her most sensitive parts, the way only he can.

Here we go again.

Alexa looks back at him and unbuttons his shirt, running her hands against the smooth hardness of his chest. He smiles, revealing his beautiful, white teeth, then scoops her up and carries her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

“You’re beyond beautiful, you know that? You’re the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever known.”

“No talking, please.”

“Why? You think I’ll say something wrong?”

She shakes her head. She doesn’t want him to talk because she doesn’t want to say anything back.

“Tell me, baby girl. Tell me how I make you feel.”

“Confused.”

Scott places small kisses across her stomach, lingering over each breast, then back up to her mouth. She has to admit, it feels amazing. Why is he being so gentle?

She runs her hands down his back, squeezing his muscles as she does. She opens her eyes, straining to make out his tattoos in the dark. Scott takes her hand and rubs it over his chest.

“I have a new one here. Did you see it?”

“No.”

Scott climbs off of her, and flips the bathroom light on, letting in just enough light. He walks back to her, his sinewy body moving gracefully. Standing next to the bed, he unzips his jeans, letting them fall to the floor and pulls his boxers down, revealing his desire for her.

Getting back on the bed, he straddles her hips and takes her hand again, rubbing it across his chest once more. “It says bella donna. It means beautiful woman in Italian.”

Alexa focuses on the cursive font it was written in.
It’s beautiful, actually.

“It’s for you. Look here, closer.”

Rising up on her elbows, she squints to see the tiny writing under the tattoo, where Scott points.

“What does it say, Alexa?”

She reads it aloud. “Baby girl.” Her eyes look up to his, full of shock.

“For you,” he says. “I told you I never left.”

Alexa is speechless as he pushes her legs apart, sliding in between them, his hand rubbing her softly, luxuriously, and coaxing sweet moans from her lips.

“I can be whatever you need, Alexa, just give me a chance.” He kisses her neck. “Please say yes.”

He enters her, filling her with his size. It’s the best feeling in the world to her, being wrapped in his arms, filled with his glorious cock.
The best.

“Look at me, Alexa.”

Her eyes meet his. “I’m sorry for everything.” He pumps harder into her. “So sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know how to make you go.”

“Why did you want me to leave?”

“The deal…I said I would.” He holds her close, his body tensing against her. “Oh, Jesus, Alexa…you’re so tight. You’re gonna make me come.”

Alexa wraps her legs around his waist in response, arching her back to bring him closer. She loved to watch his expression when he came. It was the rare moment his guard was down.

“Oh, shit… Lexi… shit.” Scott closes his eyes as he pours into her. He rolls off of her, keeping his hand wrapped in hers. “I promised, Alexa. That was the deal, remember? You become my sub in exchange for me teaching you what you needed and helping you with your career. When the London opportunity came up, I knew you would be perfect for it. I also knew you wouldn’t leave unless I acted like I didn’t need you anymore. It was the only way.”

She lays next to him completely shocked. His rejection was to help her? He’s absolutely right. She never would have left. “Scotty…I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Then you came here and your star rose so high so fast. I’m so incredibly proud of you. But when I saw you six months ago, you were so cold. I made you hate me. I can’t sleep at night thinking of all the men that have had your glorious body since we split. I can’t stand it, Alexa.”

It’s not as bad as he thinks. Should I just put him out of his misery now?
Alexa ponders her next comment. No doubt she loves the feeling of her little boy toys eating her out, but never, not once, has she let a cock other than Scott’s enter her. She wasn’t sure she ever would.

“You shouldn’t think about things like that, Scotty.”

“You said you give it to whomever you please.”

“I said those things to hurt you.”

“Why do you want to hurt me?”

“Because you hurt me first.”

“Alexa…”

“Scotty, there’s been no one but you. I haven’t had sex with anyone else.”

He sighs. “Don’t lie to me. What’s with all the dominatrix talk then?”

“It’s control for me. I never let them fuck me. I can’t.”

“They do other stuff though?”

She nods her head. “Yes, to me. But I don’t do anything to them.”

“That’s still hard for me.”

“I know.”

“You’re telling me the truth?”

“One hundred percent.”

Scott tenderly strokes Alexa’s arm. “I can’t tell you how much it kills me to think of you with other men…and then to think Brett was going to have you.”

“You decided that, not me.”

“I’m the only man you’ve been with…ever?”

“Yes.”

“Alexa, can we start again? I can’t live without you, I’ve tried. I need you back.”

“Again, it’s not going to work. Different countries.”

“Logistics. We can figure it out. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was let you go. When we started, I never expected things between us to be so perfect.”

Yes, it was perfect.
During the past year, Alexa tried so hard to convince herself it was just sex but if she stopped to think about it, she knew she was attached to him. He always treated her though like it meant nothing to him. She assumed he kept her around so long just for control. After all, she was his star.

“It can’t be the same though. I don’t want to be your sub anymore,” she says softly.

“Do you expect me to be yours?”

“No.”

“What do you want?”

“I have no idea.”

“Do you want me?”

“Isn’t the answer to that obvious?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“You’re in my bed.”

“I pushed my way here.”

“I let you.”

He smiles, rolling on top of her. “Let’s go back to the beginning, baby girl. Back when you walked into my office for that interview, full of innocence and ambition. Let’s start there again.”

“A week after that I was on my knees in front of you.”

“No more of that,” he says.

“I don’t believe you. The first chance you had, you dominated me. You still want it.”

“Alexa Drake, how blind are you? Can’t you see what’s happening to me? I pulled out the only trick I had to get you back in my arms. I walked in your office and you shut down right in front of my eyes. I was desperate. Besides… you went along with it but you keep saying you don’t want it anymore. Why did you do it?”

“For the same reason. To get back into your arms.”

“We’re on the same page then.”

“It seems that way.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“You didn’t have to be so mean about it.”

“I did. We both know that was the only way it would work. Clean break. I just didn’t realize how much I needed you until you were gone.” He shakes his head slowly.

“You need me?” She almost can’t believe her ears.

“Isn’t
that
obvious? I’m here in London, baby girl, to get you back.”

“You said you had work here.”

He looks at her hard as if she suddenly doesn’t make sense to him. “Come on, Lexi. How would I have work here? I came for you.”

She smiles, a genuine smile, her heart feeling like it might burst. “For me?”

“Yes. I just need one thing from you,” he says.

“What?”

“No more Brett.”

“Okay.”

“Promise.”

“Yes.”

He exhales and his shoulders relax. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure about this, Scotty? You’re sure you want to get back into this with me?”

“Lexi,” he squeezes her hand, “I’ve always been in it with you. I have the fucking tattoo on my chest to prove it.”

She’s not convinced. “You’re sure you can just let go of that dom desire?”

“I will try, for you.”

“I guess that’s all I can hope for,” she says.

“Let’s go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

He kisses her mouth once, then twice. She falls asleep wrapped in his arms, the only place she’s ever wanted to be.

“You won’t like how I play this game you’re starting with me.

You’ve been warned.”

~ Alexa

Alexa rolls over in her bed, feeling the spot next to her for Scott. He wasn’t there. She blinks open her eyes and stares at the clock.
Damn, nearly ten in the morning.
Pulling herself up, she shuffles into the kitchen for some coffee.

The apartment is empty, no sign of Scott anywhere. Right away, she notices the glasses from the night before have been washed and left to dry.
Odd.
Then she sees the note hanging on her coffee maker.

‘You’re beautiful when you sleep. See you soon. Scotty.’

That’s it? A fucking note? Why did he leave?

She rips it from the machine and tears it into several pieces, tossing the remnants carelessly to the floor. In his own way, Scott still got her to submit. The strain of Scotty being back in her life was starting to get to her but she knows one thing that will calm her nerves. Opening the kitchen drawer, she pulls out the hidden pack of cigarettes she keeps for just such occasions. She tries not to smoke but when the stress hits her like this it’s the first place she runs. Leave it to Scott Patrick to get her to start lighting up again. It took her six months to stop, and five minutes to start again.

Pulling one out of the pack, she stares at it for a minute before sliding it between her lips. She flicks her lighter and takes a long drag, filling her lungs with the hot, spicy smoke.

She leans against the kitchen counter, slowly sucking in the fumes of her favorite vice. Well, her second favorite–Scotty was definitely the first.

The sound of a key twisting in her front door startles her and she looks up, slightly panicked. Scott opens the door and stops in his tracks, carrying a bag and a tray of coffee.

“You’re smoking again?” he asks.

Crap.
“Just started.”

He sighs and gives her a disapproving look. “When?”

“Five minutes ago.”

Scott walks into the kitchen and sets down his purchases. Taking the cigarette from her hand, he tosses it into the sink. “You just stopped again.”

She smiles, knowing how much he hates it when she smokes.

“I brought breakfast and coffee.” He takes the breakfast sandwiches out of the bag. “Smoked sausage and egg for you. If you still like it.”

“I do.”

He bends down to throw the bag away and sees the note on the floor. He picks up a few pieces. “What is this about?”