Page 41 of Twisted Control

The second the message goes through, a thrill shoots through me so hard I actually shiver. That should get his attention. Get him thinking all kinds of filthy thoughts about me.

Obviously he can’t come upstairs. My father is literally downstairs, and Drew isn’t stupid. He wouldn’t risk it.

I stare at my phone, biting my lip, waiting for those three little dots to appear.

One minute passes.

Then two.

Then three.

Nothing.

The thrill slowly curdles into pure mortification. Heat floods my cheeks. Oh God. What was I thinking? I sound desperate and ridiculous. He’s probably laughing at me right now. Or worse—cringing.

I lock my phone and drop it face-down on the bed like it’s radioactive.

Then my bedroom door clicks open.

I sit up fast, heart leaping into my throat. Drew slips inside, closing the door behind him with barely a sound. He locks it.

In three strides he’s across the room, pulling me into a hard, hungry kiss. One big hand slides straight down the front of my jeans.

I push against his chest, breaking the kiss with a gasp. “I wasn’t serious—” I whisper frantically. “My dad is home.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs against my mouth, voice low and rough. “So you’re going to be very, very quiet for me. Understand?”

Before I can argue, he pushes me back onto the bed. The mattress dips under our weight as he yanks my jeans and underwear down in one rough motion. His hand slides between my thighs and the moment his fingers glide over me, I suck in a sharp breath.

Drew lets out a low, satisfied hum against my neck. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice thick with heat. “You weren’t lying. You’re absolutely drenched.”

His fingers move slowly, teasingly—gliding through my wetness, circling my clit with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. I bite down hard on my lip, breathing fast and shallow through my nose, desperate to stay quiet.

“You’ve been thinking hard about me, haven’t you?” he murmurs, sounding far too pleased.

I open my mouth to deny it, but he slides two thick fingers deep inside me at the same moment. My back arches off the bed and a whimper escapes before I can stop it.

“Shh,” he breathes against my ear.

He curls his fingers with precision, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb keeps circling my clit. I grab his wrist, unsure whether I want to push him away or pull him deeper.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs against my neck. “Nice and quiet.

He keeps pumping his thick fingers in and out, curling them just right with every stroke. The wet, obscene sound of it fills the room. My thighs tremble. My hips start rolling against his hand like they have a mind of their own.

He moans right in my ear, thick with lust, as though he’s the one teetering on the edge. The sound is so hot, so hungry, it sends a helpless wave of pleasure crashing through me.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s unfair how quickly he can unravel me.

My orgasm builds fast, coiling tighter and tighter. I’m so close I can taste it.

Then there’s heavy footsteps in the hallway, right outside my door.

My eyes fly open in panic.

Drew’s free hand clamps firmly over my mouth just as the pleasure snaps. I come hard, violently. I clench and flutter around his fingers in powerful waves while my father’s voice carries through the door.

“I’m heading back to the office now, Grace,” Dad says.