Twisted Forever

by Danielle James

  “I don’t know…” She whispered.

  “Are you ready to call this shit off yet? I can’t keep myself away from you for too much longer.”

  “I don’t want you to keep yourself from me anymore.” She grabbed at my shirt and kissed me before I could stop it. My dick jumped to life and I slid my hands around to her ass. We kissed our way to the steps and I wanted to carry her upstairs and make her apologize for leaving me. I wanted to punish her for being such a bad girl.

  There were too many obstacles in our way though. I couldn’t consume her the way I wanted to knowing she thought Mason was Alexander’s, knowing she would go back and sleep in his bed tonight. The thought alone made me want to kill him. If I made love to Camilla I would kill Alexander if she went back to him.

  If she was going to be mine, she would be mine all the way. I was done sharing. It was going to take all my strength but I was going to have to taunt her. I laid her on my bed like I’d done so many times before and kissed her slow and deep until she parted her thighs for me.

  “Take those off.” I told her, tugging on her jeans. She pulled them down and I watched her wiggle on the bed hypnotized by her hips and thighs. I pressed my hard dick against her and shut my eyes against the heat emanating from her. This shit was definitely going to take every last bit of reserve I had.

  “Emmanuel, please.” She was already whimpering and begging for it. She was so, so needy and she wanted it so bad.

  “You know how much I’ve missed touching you? Feeling your soft skin and hearing your moans?” I kissed her chest and shoulders.

  “I’ve missed you too. That’s why I need you so bad.”

  “I know. But you know you’ve been bad, right?” I asked peering down into her green pools of lust.

  “Yes.” She nodded anxiously. I turned her over on her stomach and rubbed her ass, grabbing it and marveling at how thick it had gotten over the years. My dick ached to be inside of her again but I calmed it down as much as I could anyway. I slapped Camilla’s ass and watched it jiggle. Her moan drove me insane.

  “You know where you belong, right?” I slapped her ass again, drawing out another moan.

  “With you.” She gripped the sheets between her fists and pushed her ass out towards me daring me to bite it.

  “Exactly.” Slap. Slap. Slap.

  I yanked her up by her long hair and made her look at me. “You need to end things with Alexander so we can be a family.”

  “How? I told him we’d work it out.” She was trembling and I knew it wasn’t because she was scared. She was getting ready to cum and I’d interrupted it. Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to do.

  “Tell him you changed your mind. I’m tired of this shit now,” I grumbled. Camilla sat in my lap, straddling my hard dick.

  “Can we really be together though? We could never be public.”

  “I don’t care.” I told her in between kisses to her collarbone. “I’ll leave all this shit behind for you and the kids.”

  Camilla nodded her head in response, but I could tell she was still scared. “Didn’t I tell you not to worry about Mason?”

  “Yeah. I know.” She draped her arms around me and I fought my urges. “Emmanuel, you’re really not fucking me until I leave him…are you?”

  “No. You know what happens when we get together.”

  “Someone ends up getting killed.” She muttered.

  “No…but both of our dark sides slither out and twist around each other.”

  “You’re right about that. I thought about stabbing Alexander last night when he started talking about taking Mason.”

  “I thought worse,” I admitted.

  “If I leave him, don’t kill him. He’s Mason’s father.” She begged with her tone.

  “Is that what’s keeping you there?” I sighed. “Because you think you have a kid together?”

  “Yes.” She sucked in a breath and climbed off of me. “Wait. Because I think I have a kid with him?”

  “You know what I mean.” I sighed and stood to my feet. I handed Camilla her jeans and tried to focus on doing something to get her off my ass about what I’d slipped up and said. Camilla pulled her jeans on and I got stuck watching her wiggle into them and struggle to get them successfully over her ass. Lord.

  “I don’t want to break up another family over cheating. Maybe I should just…”

  “Maybe you should just leave him” I snapped. She was eyeing me curiously now.

  “Emmanuel, is there anything you need to tell me?”

  “Whatever I need to tell you will be handled once you’re where you belong.”

  “Okay.” She hung her head down and I lifted it with my finger under her chin.

  “You know I’m the only man for you Camilla. Who else understands your darkest parts? Who else can fuck you like you need to be fucked and love you like you need to be loved? Who else would kill for you like I would?” I was closer to her now. “I’m the only one who knows you better than you know yourself. You’re mine. You’re supposed to be my wife. Not his.” My words came out in a possessive snarl that had her quivering. She was fully clothed but I was imagining her naked body before me.

  “Did you forget how I make you feel?” I asked in her ear. She backed herself against the wall and shook her head, biting her lip. Her smooth skin was so damn tempting.

  “I think you forgot how I can make you feel, Camilla.” In a split second her hair was wrapped around my fist. I pressed my frame against hers and I could feel her shaking. “You forgot how I can control you, and you like being controlled by me don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whined. “I love it.”

  “Is that why you’re so lost? You need me to control you again?”

  “Yes…”

  “Say it,” I commanded. She knew what I wanted to hear, and I could see her fighting herself. I refused to repeat myself though she knew how to be a good girl when she wanted to.

  “I need you to control me.”

  “Say it.”

  “I need you to control me, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.” I rewarded her with a kiss while I grabbed her ass, pressing my fingers against the seam of her jeans between her thighs. Her rapid breathing let me know she was getting ready to cum. “Now cum for Daddy…” Before I could finish my sentence she was shaking and trying to stifle the moans slipping from her wet lips.

  “Emmanuel.” She grabbed me to steady herself.

  “You’re such a good girl, Camilla.” I kissed her over and over and she kept shaking. “Did that feel good baby?”

  “Yes, it felt so good.” I raised my eyebrow at her and she bit her bottom lip, “It felt good Daddy.”

  “Are you going to leave him?” I asked in her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “That’s what I want to hear.” I released her and she looked at me like she could rip my clothes off and fuck the soul out of my body. I wanted to let her but only after she did what she was supposed to.

  I hadn’t even fucked her yet but I already felt the beast waking from slumber inside of me. It had been asleep for too long.

  **

  Chapter Thirteen

  Alexander

  The day I was headed to Montana, I woke Camilla up early to tell her goodbye and to kiss the kids. She still insisted on sleeping in the guest room after I told her the truth about Anais. I knew it would be hard to win her back but Jesus this was almost too much.

  She wouldn’t sleep next to me, she barely spoke to me, and her eyes looked so angry every time she was in the same room with me. I didn’t know how to come back from it. Unfortunately before fucking around and falling in love with her, I’d given her the tools to stand on her own and she was using that shit. She didn’t need me for anything.

  I barely got to see the kids because I worked late now and when I got home she had them washed, fed and in the bed. She was running the house without me and I couldn’t help but feel like she was preparing to push me completely out.

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p; I pushed open the guestroom door and stood there for a moment watching her sleep. At least when her eyes were closed I didn’t have to feel the anger she directed towards me. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

  She gave a soft smile before snuggling into her blanket. “I love you, Camilla.” I whispered.

  “I love you too, Emmanuel.” She almost moaned it. Ice ran through my veins.

  “Camilla, wake up.” I shook her shoulder and as she woke, the smile faded from her face.

  “What?” She snapped, sitting up.

  “I’m getting ready to leave. I wanted to say goodbye to you but for some reason in your sleep you seem to think I’m Manny.” I expected to see guilt cross her features but they remained stony.

  “You’re leaving for Montana?” She asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.” She laid back down and I groaned. I could not reach her anymore. Before she was like a little flower and she opened up whenever I came around but now? Now she was like a vault and everyone else had the password but me.

  “Oh? That’s it.” I tried to pull at her with a smile, but it fell flat. I pulled her into my arms but she shrugged away. So I pulled her in and held her there.

  “Alexander what are you doing? Stop. Go see Anais. Shit you might as well stay there.” She remarked, still struggling against my arms.

  “Stay there? I told you I was going to break it off.”

  “But why? You obviously love her. You keep going back, right?”

  “I don’t love her like I love you.” I tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her. She didn’t kiss me back. It had been weeks since she’d made love to me and I couldn’t tell if she was fucking Xavier or Cole or Emmanuel. There was just no telling with Camilla.

  I pushed her back on the bed and slid my hand under her shirt, her skin felt so good I could have touched her forever.

  “Alexander, stop. I don’t want to have sex with you.” She said plain and simple. I ignored her words and kissed her neck softly. A purple-ish bruise greeted me on her neck and I frowned at it.

  “Is this why you don’t want to fuck me?” I sat up and put my head in my hands. “I’m sorry about Anais. I shouldn’t have crossed that line with her.”

  “No, you shouldn’t have.”

  “The fact still remains that I’ve never been in love like I am with you. Being with her was stupid. It was so fucking stupid but don’t leave me,” I begged. I realized I was terrified of losing her to my brother. I didn’t know if it scared me more that someone I loved would pack up and leave me or that she would leave me and go right back to my brother.

  “Don’t leave you?” A bitter laugh slipped through her mouth. “You know everything I’ve been through Alexander but you just did the same shit. I’m tired of going through this now.”

  “I understand your feelings, Camilla, I do. I just think that a second chance for us is essential. We need to repair and I’m willing to do what it takes but I need you to be in it with me.” I held her hand and looked into her eyes. “I don’t care about you and Xavier or Manny or Cole. I just want to start us over so we can be a family for Mason.”

  “I think I need distance,” she told me. “Isn’t that what you suggested when Xavier cheated on me, Dr. Epps? You suggested distance from all the toxicity. Now it seems like you want me to give your toxicity a second chance.” Her arched brow was raised in a question. A bitter taste flooded my mouth hearing my own words thrown back at me.

  “Don’t do this. I’m not Xavier. I told you that.”

  “Right, because Xavier had enough balls to tell me flat out when he was fucking someone else. You dragged it out for months and months. You let me stress myself out until I went into labor and then you showed up late because you were with that bitch.” I rubbed my forehead and stood to my feet. So did Camilla. It was a little hard concentrating when all she had on was a tiny shirt and no panties. I forced my eyes to stay on hers though.

  “You leave me every month without fail to go be with that bitch. You leave me, Mason, and Chloe. You don’t give a fuck because she needs you. But you want me to drop everything and take you back because you said you were ending it? You want me to believe you all of a sudden? I don’t believe shit you say and I don’t trust you anymore.”

  She was crying now and I felt torn. A part of me wanted to cancel the flight to Montana to show Camilla I was serious about repairing us, but another part of me wanted to go see Anais. To check on her and to end things properly.

  “How could you do this to me, Alexander?” The pain in her eyes told me she was breaking and I was the one doing it. “I trusted you with my life. I told you everything! I thought we were going to get married,” she sobbed. “You hurt me too. You’re not better. You’re not who I thought you were. You pulled me away from the one person who never hurt me. The one person who never cheated on me.”

  “No…don’t say that.” I felt tears biting at my eyes too. “Don’t say his name, Camilla.”

  “He never left me for anyone else. So what we’re not conventional? He loves me.”

  “I love you!” I shouted angrily.

  “No you don’t! You don’t love me anymore. You only loved me when I was broken, Alexander.” Her words hit me like a bullet and the pain spread through my body quickly.

  She was right.

  As soon as she was on her feet and better, as soon as she’d progressed I strayed. I hugged her in my arms and kissed her face apologetically.

  “I’m sorry,” I cried to her. “I shouldn’t have done this to you.”

  “You fucked up my life!” She shouted.

  “I know.”

  “Now what, Alexander? Are you going to go fix Anais and leave her too?”

  “No…I don’t know,” I stammered. “Let me just clear my head. I think distance is a good idea.” I sucked in a breath and rubbed my face trying to get rid of the fog.

  I’d fucked up big time. Bigger than I’d ever fucked up before. I gave Camilla a child and a promise of a life together but I wasn’t willing to uphold my promise. I wasn’t able to focus on her when she wasn’t having problems.

  Camilla dried her tears and looked at me, her emerald eyes blazed with a mixture of emotions. “We’re staying at Emmanuel’s while you’re gone. When you get back, we’ll talk about everything.” She reached in the nightstand drawer and dropped something small and cold in my palm.

  Her engagement ring.

  I turned it over in my fingers over and over until the white gold warmed to my touch.

  “It’s over, isn’t it?” I spoke more so to the air than to Camilla, but she confirmed my fears with a nod. “Do you still love me even a little bit?” I had to know.

  “Yes. You’re Mason’s father. You gave me pieces of myself I would have never found without you. I just can’t keep holding on when I know you don’t really love me like you think you do.” She touched me voluntarily for the first time in a long time and I remembered how it felt when our love was new.

  I couldn’t just let her go like this. Not with my son. I would give her time but I was coming for my family.

  “Camilla can you please stay here at the house while I’m gone?”

  “Alexander…don’t do this okay? I’m being up front with you about this. Right now I want to start the healing process.”

  “And you start with him?”

  “Yes.”

  “I can’t just give up though.”

  “Well I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re still going to Montana, right?” She asked and I could hear the slightest bit of hope in her voice.

  “Yeah,” I said defeated. Her eyes hardened again and she folded her arms blocking me off with body language.

  “Okay then. Like I said, I’ll be at Emmanuel’s. We’ll talk when you get back.” She got back in bed, barely hiding her tears.

  “I just fucked up my last sliver of hope didn’t I?” I groaned knowingly. She didn’t speak she just turned over, her back facing me.

>   **

  Chapter Fourteen

  After a long flight, I was actually anticipating seeing Anais and taking a long hot shower while she cooked for me. I used my key to open the door and walked in to food smells floating through the air. It was like I’d come home.

  “Alexander!” She ran to me and wrapped herself around my frame like a little kid. I laughed for the first time in a while.

  “Hey, Anais.” I smoothed her silky hair back and kissed her. She breathed my name between our lips pressing together. Our kiss turned more urgent the longer we stood there. I pressed her petite body against me with one hand while the other slid up her silky robe to her thighs and ass.

  She pulled me into the bedroom and my eyes scanned pictures of us framed on the dresser. Us holding hands and holding up the keys to her new house, us taking a selfie in the backyard at the first cookout she had, me standing on her newly built deck with a smile and a thumbs up.

  Anais fell back on the bed and I settled between her legs, falling right back into our rhythm. She peeled my clothes off and freed my hard dick. I wasted no time sliding into her.

  “Alexander.” She cried out, digging her nails into my back. I thrust into her hard, taking out all my frustrations on her pussy. Images of Camilla crying before I left assaulted me, her tear rimmed green eyes, the pain in her voice, the way she hinted at not wanting me to leave…the fact that I left anyway.

  I pushed deeper into Anais to numb my heart breaking in my chest. It broke more with each beat, with each thrust inside of Anais. When I opened my eyes, she was moaning in ecstasy. She was happy to see me, she didn’t hate me and she didn’t want to be with my brother.

  “I love you, Alexander.” She panted. “Don’t leave me…”

  “I’m not leaving you.” I gritted out but it was a declaration to Camilla, not her.

  It felt so good being back inside of Anais that I didn’t even want to cum. I just wanted to stay there. I pushed inside of her tight wetness once more before exploding heat inside of her. Her sensual noises streaked the air and they were like candy to my ears.