Todos los capítulos de Twisted: An Erotic Collection : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The scent of burnt coffee and old grease clung to my skin like a permanent perfume from ten hours of working at the diner as I stepped out the back door into the humid New York night. I just wanted one cigarette before I walked to the subway.I flicked my lighter and watched as the small flame illuminating the damp pavement. Then I heard a wet, thudding sound followed by a groan. Ten feet away, shrouded in the shadows, a man stood over a crumpled body. He wore a suit that I'm sure cost more than my entire college tuition. He didn't look like a thug, he looked more like a god of death as he held a silenced pistol, the muzzle still smoking.The man on the ground twitched once and went still. I gasped faintly but in the dead silence of the alley, it sounded like a gunshot. The man in the suit turned, his eyes locked on me. "You shouldn't be here," he said. His voice sent a vibration through m

He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a phone, his eyes never leaving mine."Marco," he said into the receiver. "The girl is here, I want you to clear out her apartment, and bring everything she owns to the penthouse. Including her cat."He hung up and looked at me, a predatory glint in his eyes."Now," he murmured, his hand sliding down to my thigh again. "I think we have time for another round.”I woke up to the sound of a sound. I jumped off the bed, and I saw Barnaby perched on a mahogany side table. My fat, orange cat was currently trying to eat a gold-leafed coaster."Barnaby!" I lunged for him, scooping the ten-pound ball of fluff into my arms. He purred and began kneading my collarbone with sharp claws."I see the beast has arrived." Dominic stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He wore a black silk robe that hung open, revealing a chest of hard muscle. His amber eyes tracked

He was a paradox. One moment, he was the cold, calculating Mafia boss, taking calls in a low, menacing tone that made the hair on my arms stand up. Next, he was the man who would spend an hour brushing my hair or feeding me grapes while I sat on his lap."Why do you do it?" I asked one evening when we were sitting on the balcony. I was wearing a black lace slip that left very little to the imagination and he had on shorts. "Do what?" Dominic asked, his hand tracing the line of my thigh."This. The kidnapping. The possessiveness. Why me? You could have any woman in this city. Supermodels, heiresses, whoever you want."Dominic stopped his hand, his gaze lifting to mine. "Because they're boring, Eliana. They're polished and obedient. They want the money or the power. But you... you looked at me in that alley and you didn't just see a killer. You saw a man. And then you had the audacity to call me a psycho to my face

The next morning I walked into the office like nothing had happened.I set my bag down, logged into my computer, and started going through emails. Alex’s door was closed but I could clearly hear him on a call. My body still ached in places that made it hard to sit still, but I kept my face neutral every time someone walked past.Around eleven his voice came through the intercom on my desk.“Sophie, can you come in for a minute? Bring the Henderson file.”I grabbed the folder trying to steady my racing heart. I walked up to his office door and knocked once before stepping inside. He was standing by the window, phone still in his hand.He wore a black three-piece suit, with his jacket unbuttoned and his tie loosened. His cufflinks caught the window light as he lowered the phone.“Close the door and lock it,” he said once I was fully in.I did and the lock clicked softly. Alex ended the call

We flew back late Saturday night.And on Monday morning, I walked into the office at the usual time, set my bag down, and logged in like the three days in New York hadn't happened. My body still felt the ache of him and every time I shifted in my chair, I remembered the hotel bed, the way he'd held me down and the sound of the headboard against the wall.Around ten-thirty, his voice came through the intercom again. "Sophie, come in. Bring the revised contracts."I grabbed the folder, knocked once, and stepped inside. Alex was standing behind his desk, looking at something on his laptop."Close the door and lock it," he said without looking up and I did. "These are the contracts, Mr Grant." I said, setting the folder on the desk, trying to be casual and failing. He finally looked up at me and his eyes roamed all over my body and stopped at my breasts for a second before returning to meet my ey