Twisted Metal 1 Sweet Tooth Novels & Stories

The scent of his fear grew the more we toyed with him. Every time we crept up behind him in the dark and let our breath roll down his neck while we growled quietly in the maze of the tunnels below the casino, it got sweeter to our noses. I licked my lips and bit back a small growl of excitement that the memories caused to resurface. “Tawnie? Are you even listening?” Storm Valentino, my best friend and the best damn enforcer anywhere in the world, said agitatedly. I smirked at her. “No, actually, I wasn’t. I was pondering how good that little fat man would taste. Humans like junk food. Maybe I’ll allow myself a little junk, too.”

I looked at the broken shackle in shock. “That’s what they say, silver weakens us and burns bla bla bla” She laughed, and it sounded like she was going crazy as she threw the dagger that was in her hand, and it landed snuggly right between Scott’s leg. He screamed in pain while trying to pull out the dagger. I watched him disgusted, yes she hit his cock, but he could be a man about it and pull the fucking dagger out. “Shit help its fucking silver” He whimpered

He said clenching his teeth. “YOU ARE NOT MY HUSBAND!” I said and he slapped me again. I was losing consciousness but tried not to. I was having a bitter metallic taste in my mouth, I guess blood. “Where is that stupid priest, call him we’re running short of time?” he said and then I heard a familiar yell. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY WIFE? YOU SON OF A WHORE!” and here comes my redeemer. I looked at him and smiled and lost balance of my feet as darkness consumed me.

I had missed this connection, this intimacy. Rominic tugged at my hair, a smile playing on his lips as I moaned into his mouth. I knew he was trying to restrain himself, to not let his hands wander too far. His taste was as intoxicating as ever, a sweet nectar that was a testament to his love for sugary treats. He consumed more junk food than his own children, a habit that had imbued his taste with an irresistible sweetness. That taste was pulling me in, drawing me deeper into this dangerous dance of desire.

Rowan, the sweet tooth she is, was definitely obsessed with this one. Mango Chili Tango was a golden scoop of mango sorbet with a surprising hint of chili and lime zest. Each bite alternated between sweet, spicy, and tangy—a daring yet delightful flavor adventure. This, surprisingly, was Lyn’s favorite. I always pegged him for a sweet tooth like Rowan. Guess I was wrong.

Before I can ask him what his words mean, he circles my swollen clit with the end of the candy. “I didn’t mean—” My words get cut off when he rubs it through my wetness, coating it in me. I watch him, way more turned on than I should be, when he sticks the Twizzler in his mouth. His teeth dig into it, tearing a piece of the vine—the part that he just coated in me—and begins to chew. “You’re right. It’s delicious.” He throws the piece of the candy to the side, apparently done with it. “But still not as delicious as my girl.”

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

she said and Adrian switched on the lights. "Hi" the lady smiled with a lollipop in her hand "I guess you taught him not to take sweets from strangers" she said "he looks at me like a stranger now" she added "...just like you are too" her voice dropped low. Adrian looked behind him and saw Cassian with a metal bat hung above his shoulder. "Long time, Moretti. You didn't forget my promise, did you? A smile tugged at his thin lips. "Leave Justin out of this" Adrian said

The room felt impossibly small, warm, and electric, alive with the tension between them. The music pulsed low, a slow, intimate rhythm that wrapped around Imani, Malik, and Zariah, matching the quickening of their hearts. Every glance, every brush of skin, every lingering touch made Imani soaking wet.

No, man, not again. No, let me drive! I always wanted to drive one of these. I uttered intoxicated remarks. “No, baby, no way. You are drugged and don’t have a license.” A slight smile crossed Nick’s face. “I’m just dizzy, okay! But wait, you did drink though.” I pointed straight at his nose shakily. “Just one shot, okay?” he countered. “Yeah, but off of someone’s boobs. Nice and salty tequila mixed with sweat. Tasty, huh?” I chipped in. “What will Freud say about pouring liquids and sucking them up like that?”