All Chapters of Twisted Ecstasy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The warehouse stinks of gunpowder and wet concrete when an explosion tears through the east wall. I am already moving before the dust settles, boots slamming against the floor as I clear the corridor ahead. Xavier is somewhere behind me, shouting something about falling back, but I don't quit. The target is here. I can feel it in the way the air sits heavier than it should, in the faint metallic tang that never belongs in an abandoned shipping yard. A shape drops from the rafters. I fire twice. The rounds punch into its chest, but the thing keeps coming, claws scraping sparks off the metal railing. I switch to the silver load and put three more into its throat. It finally folds, black blood spraying across my sleeve. Behind me, more of them pour through the breach. Too many. The intel was wrong again. I spin and cut left toward the loading bay. A body slams into me from the side, and we go down hard. Teeth snap an inch from my face. I jam the barrel of the pistol under its jaw and

The radio voice dies as quickly as it appeared. I kill the volume and floor the accelerator. The van surges forward along the empty road. In the back, Xavier is already stirring.“They found the bodies,” I say without looking over my shoulder. “Someone from the old unit is tracking the blood trail we left.”He does not answer immediately. His breathing has changed again, shorter and hungrier. The first feeding bought us hours, not days. I can smell the shift in him, the way the air around his skin turns thicker, sweeter, almost floral beneath the copper.“I need more,” he rasps. “It is climbing too fast.”“You wait until I choose the place.”I take the next exit hard, tires screaming, and cut through a maze of service roads leading to the abandoned rail yard we used two winters ago. No one comes here. The tracks are rusted over, and the old signal tower leans as though it has grown tired of standing. I pull the van behind a stack of ruined freight cars and kill the engine.Silence set

Night air hits my lungs like ice water the second my bare feet cross the line. Pine resin and soil flood my nose. The thin tank top clings to my skin, panties the only other thing covering me.That was the rule.Nothing else. No shoes. No light. No mercy after the signal.I run.Roots snag my toes. Low branches whip across my arms and the soft insides of my thighs. My heart pounds against my ribs, wild and frantic. Each breath tastes of panic and the darker thing that has lived in my stomach since the day I signed the contract.He paid for the right to hunt me until dawn. If he catches me, he gets to use me however he wants before the sun rises.I knew that.Knowing does nothing to stop the terror from eating through my thoughts.Five foot two on a good day. Petite everywhere. The kind of body that disappears beneath a large man's hands.He is none of those things.At the briefing, he stood at least six foot four, broad through the shoulders and chest. Dark hair. Brown eyes. A mouth t

The larger piece of wood comes into view between us, its smooth length fully visible. It is longer than the first and noticeably wider. I'm actually scared. “Ask for it, little prey,” he says, sounding like the psycho he is. My voice comes out cracked. “I don’t—” Straddling him, I feel the hard length of his body pressing into my cunt. He does not enter, simply letting me feel how ready he is. “Ask properly. Tell me you want this inside you.” Heat floods my face. I can still feel him leaking from me. My body aches in places I never knew could hurt, yet the empty clench between my legs refuses to ease. I swallow. “Please put it in me.” “The whole sentence.” “Please put the thicker one inside me. Little prey needs it.” Approval rumbles from him as he spreads me open from behind. The blunt end of the wood presses against my entrance before he pushes forward, slow and steady. The stretch is immediate and brutal, wider than before. My breath catches. I moan as the length s

I stay where he left me, ass raised, chest flat against the sheets, thighs trembling from the last orgasm. Cassian’s fingers move between my legs, spreading the mixture of his release and mine. He pushes two fingers inside me without warning and curls them, dragging along the sensitive front wall as my hips jerk.“Talk,” he commands. “What changed?”I force my voice to stay soft and even, the way Amara’s sounds when she wants to please him. “Nothing changed. I just wanted you more than usual. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”He hums low, unconvinced. His free hand slides up my spine and settles between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned to the mattress while he works a third finger alongside the others. The pressure burns in a way that pulls a moan from me.“That noise,” he murmurs. “You never make that one. Try again.”Panic flutters in my chest, but I push toward his hand anyway, taking the fingers farther. “I don’t know what you mean. Please keep going. I need more of