Twist His D Spiderman Novels & Stories

They laughed as they hit him one last time, leaving him half-lifeless on the floor. Marcus's body raced with humiliation, hurt, and anger. He needed to get the money and fast, He crawled, reaching for his phone on the desk, his mind racing with revenge. "I changed my mind," he struggled to speak. "Put the plan in motion to kidnap the kids now. He staggered as he tried to stand up “Let's see if the Sinclairs really care about their little twin."

"Mr, I don't think we've met before, no?" "The name is Spider" The man said and nodded, a playful smirk on his face "You don't remember me anymore?" Diana frowned and squinted at him. She couldn't recall anyone with that name. It was just for a second she got distracted and the next moment, she felt her hands being flunged away from him forcefully, making the knife in her hand fly a few feet away and so quickly, with a speed she didn't think was possible, he brought his hands down on her, aiming to strike her on the head but Diana side stepped to the left instinctively.

The Twist: Marcus uses his new hybrid speed to disarm the mercenaries, snapping wrists and throwing bodies through the glass partition walls. It happened so fast it was scary. Marcus was a dark shadow moving across the office. He slammed into the first guard before the man could even pull his trigger. Marcus grabbed the man’s thick arm and twisted it hard. The loud crack of snapping wrists echoed in the quiet room. The guard dropped his rifle instantly, screaming in pure agony.

I'm on display, for Dante and Dante alone. He's perfectly in control until the tailor's assistant, a man in his twenties, touches me in a way Dante disapproves of. His hand lands on the curve of my butt, just checking some measurement, and Dante is up out of his chair like a shot, his hand clamping down over the young man's wrist. The assistant's eyes widen, and I can see fear blooming in them. Dante says something to him, his voice low, but I can't make out what he says.

“I feel clarity.” The alpha bond steadies not surging, not dominating; anchoring me instead of amplifying me, I move cleaner in shorter motions, no wasted strength. Darius overextends. I catch his wrist, twist, drive him down into the snow hard enough to crater it, my knee pins his chest, my forearm presses against his throat. He wheezes, then laughs, blood at the corner of his mouth. “You could end me.” “I could,” I agree. “You won’t,” he says. “Because he’s watching.”

Worse yet would be a jump from a building as tall as the Stratosphere. The Vampire was almost back to the landing. He held onto one rung, swinging back and forth, reaching with the other hand, trying to secure his placement. Jamie was closing in. Like Spiderman, he leapt across the void, landing near the Vampire and grasping one of the spiraling pieces of metal near the leg where the Vampire hung. Through Jamie’s IAC, she saw the monster pull back his lips, barring his fangs, and hissing in a frantic bid to save his undead life.

I again hit him with my dart, and his grip on my waist tighten more. Well, well, since I gathered my strength to spat, I can definitely fight him. I grabbed his hands resting on wrist, and I twisted them counterclockwise and banged his face on the elevator now. He had power that he can free himself, so I kicked him behind when he fell on the ground. Groaning.

While I was distracted, dazed by the kiss, I felt him shift, the thick head of his cock brushing my entrance again. Then came the command, low and demanding: “Spread your legs.” I tried, thighs falling open wider but it wasn’t enough. Not for him. He growled and gripped my legs, forcing them apart until I felt like I was being split open. My body burned with the stretch, the strain, the overwhelming vulnerability. Damian shifted again, rising into a crouch, Spiderman-style straddling me from above like some primal beast ready to devour. His hands anchored my thighs wide, pinning them down as he slammed into me from that new angle.