Twist Me (Asylum Devils #1)

by S.K. Pryntz

They left on the sidewalk, running off hand in hand. Weirdos…

I glanced around until I found the mailboxes. I slid my finger down the gold metal row of labeled mail slots until I found ‘Lavita.’ So, my Little Lamb lived toward the fucking top of the building.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bird hopping around on one of those metal lifts that people use to clean windows. Getting up, I peered out of the glass. As luck would have it, the lift extended far enough to reach my Little Lamb’s window. She wasn’t escaping me this time. Getting my ass to fit through that small window was my biggest struggle, but then I peered down at the street below. “I’m gonna fucking die. Yes, I’m gonna die because I can’t fly,”

There was a window at the back, and through its cracked opening, I could hear a thick, accented conversation in Spanish. A

man was speaking, and sure enough, Ezello’s husky tone was responding. Slipping in through her window, I huddled by the bed in the corner. This room was my Little Lamb’s pasture, where I could envision her on that giant bed, sleeping and playing DJ on her clit all night long.

continued snooping. The rest of the drawers were full of boring clothes—tons of white T-shirts and black cargo pants.

got a strange feeling, the sense of déjà vu smacking me on the ass. As in this clothing was the kind of shit I used to keep for my job.

looked down and realized it wasn’t the bed frame I’d hit but a box. My curiosity and that sense of unease were getting stronger by the minute. I crouched down, opening the metal tin, and my jaw damn near dropped on the goddamned floor.

“Naughty Little Lamb, all these lies you tell, now nobody will save you when the big

bad wolf comes to devour your fucking...

I was only allowed to be back home while a cell was cleared and made ready for me.

I paced my kitchen, clutching my old stuffed animal, Motto.

It turned out that Micah had held back some vital information, like the fact that Goliath Masters was a freaking cop. Their beef went so deep because they were friends back in the day. Old partners, in fact,

The internet didn’t help much, either. It told me Goliath Masters was a deputy eight years ago, but it just said he was discharged due to an ‘internal matter.’

Was Goliath always a creepy yet gorgeous psychopath?

How could you go from being a police officer and protecting people to murdering one in cold blood? Goliath’s file for why he was even in the asylum was sealed, and I couldn’t grease enough palms to get a simple answer as to why.

Right, I’d better add that to my research. Finding out more specific information about Goliath before

“Your birthday isn’t far off, Hermosa! Are you coming to see your Papi?”

couldn’t tell my dad the truth. Besides Quinn, as my handler, anyone who knew about my position was in danger.

“Uh, I can’t this year. Lo siento, Papi. I…” I glanced around, my eyes landing on my TV with some mushy stupid couple holding hands on a beach. “I’m going to be with my boyfriend that weekend.”

“Oh okay, Hija…I didn’t know you were dating anyone. What’s this lucky guy’s name?”

“His name is…Goliath.”

“Goliath?” he repeated. “That is a strong name, Hija. You need a strong guapo hombre.”

I didn’t think my family knew I was a virgin, but then again, it wasn’t

something you really talked about with people. I was an only child. I had no sisters or brothers to gossip about such things. My mother was gone, having died when I was a baby in a fatal car crash. My papi was all I had.

“Judas Masters,” I read aloud. “Charged and

convicted of stabbing an innocent woman in a diner. Upon arrest, he claimed the victim was trying to kill him, but there was zero evidence to support the allegation. Judas Masters reportedly suffers from positive charge schizophrenia in the form of audio and visual hallucinations.

He was tried and deemed guilty under the plea of insanity, thus taken to Hospital Twelve, where he has remained.” In the grand scheme of things, I didn’t feel like he was all that bad. When I saw him, he hadn’t been doing anything to me, mostly just talking to a wall or kissing some random patient. I continued reading another page from the file and instantly recognized the man.“Pharaoh Masters was accused and convicted of stalking a young woman who was now deceased. Prior to her death, she terminated the restraining order she’d had against him. The victim had reportedly dated the accused for over a year, with multiple witnesses and social media suggesting she was in love. Pharaoh and the deceased shared a daughter, who was one year of age at the time of her murder. The child has since been placed in foster care. Location: unknown. The murder took place in the victim’s home after it was reported by an anonymous tip that Masters was...

Another thump sounded from the other room, and I rolled my

“Munchies! Would you refrain from jumping off things, please? You sound like an elephant, loco gato,” I hollered in the direction of the thump. A meow sounded under my feet, and I paled. Seeing my cat sitting under the barstool and not anywhere near where I’d heard the sound made me shudder.

Grumbling, I said, “I’m starting to turn into them already. Stupid triplets. Stupid Goliath.”

An arm, a very human arm, hooked around my body just before I went flying, slamming against my bedroom door. The shadowy figure held one hand on my throat, anchoring me to the bedroom wall, and the other hand covered my mouth, trapping my sounds of fear from escaping. His chuckle was familiar, and with the dim light from the hallway illuminating the side of his face and naked chest, I knew exactly who it was before he ever spoke in his dangerous, lulling, melodic tone. “Can’t keep my name off your lips, can you, Officer Lavita?”

Her fear was tangible. I could practically taste it. In fact…I ran my tongue along her neck, and the salty range of her sweat was absolutely mouth-watering.

never did add up that this tiny, fragile thing could be malicious. She wasn’t even trying to free herself now when she knew from the files plastered around her apartment exactly what I was capable of, and yet she made no move to buck me off, bite my hand, or knee me in my beautiful balls. Nothing. Just stayed completely still, frozen like a fucking doll. “If you’re hoping I’ll get bored and go on my way, you’d be very wrong, Little Lamb. I’m not some kitty cat. I don’t chase and play to scare my prey. I am a predator that devours it whole once it isn’t useful to me anymore.”

“So tell me, precious Little Lamb. Can you be useful to me?” I slowly started to release my grip on her mouth. Covering those luscious lips that looked so perfectly sized for my cock was a sin. Fuck, they made me throb to look at them. She didn’t miss my hard cock poking into her little chest, either. Her neck and cheeks flushed. Interesting…

I cocked a brow at her, the image of her on her bed being so much more than “manhandled.” She followed my gaze toward her bed and huffed. Shrugging, I let go of her neck and plopped onto the springy mattress, her fluffy cat hopping up and sitting on my damn lap like he owned me. The thing was huge. He looked like he had eaten strays for breakfast. “What do you feed this thing? The sad little men who try to hit on you? Have you ever had a boyfriend before? Your file is pretty sad.”

“Don’t you dare hurt my cat,” she warned, taking tentative steps toward me and her fluffball.

I snorted, running one of my tattooed hands over the silky fur of the ballsy feline. “Not the kind ...

“Your little goodie box had so many secrets to tell. You really should hide your weapons better. Something like that can be dangerous in the wrong hands.” Her eyes involuntarily darted to the gun box, sticking slightly out from underneath her bed. My eyes dared her to go for it. I had been waiting for my chance at a challenge. Would she provide it?

Sighing audibly, she leaned back on the bed, seeming to have given up the idea, but then she bolted toward the metal box. Watching her curvy body quickly slide off the bedspread and roll onto the floor was delicious. Chuckling like the joker inside me, I

pulled the gun from my back pocket, letting the trigger ring swivel on my finger until it slowly pointed straight at her stunned expression. God, her mouth was so open, so ready…. “Like I said, Little...

I didn’t know if the damn thing had been loaded or not, but based on her ass-clenching walk of shame back to me…told me all I needed to know.

“I can be useful to you, Goliath.” That caught my attention, and I put my hands under my head to get a better look at her, the gun tucked safely under her pillow in my grasp. She was fussing with her ass-length brown hair and chewing those pouty pink lips. I needed to fucking taste them.

“How can you help me with anything except getting my dick wet?” She started to say something, but I cut her off, sitting up straight and locking my hand and her gun on top of her thigh, her we...

mouth. “Before you say something about not being wet for me….” Her little dress was hiked up a bit from the bed, and it was easy to push the gun’s length under it to raise the fabric and use my other hand to run my fingertips over her slit. What I felt was her soaked panties. She gasped and slammed her legs shut. I laughed but allowed her to because my...

“Funny that your playground doesn’t have sexy-time toys,” I mused, catching her off guard as I hopped up off the bed and started walking around her little room. Not mistaking her gaze, she shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover her bedside table covertly. “Not so innocent then? Shocker—you are human, after all.” She stiffened, fighting the urge to move, when I walked over to the table and pulled out the little vibrator. The shiny metal toy was just begging to be picked up.

“What are these things called again? Oh, right.” Feeling euphoric off her fear, I leaned into her, her gun pushing into her supple tits. I enunciated the words slowly to her. “A bullet.”

Her audible gasp made my cock twitch, but not as much as her spicy scent invading my nose. That wasn’t just fear. I held the gun up to her face, pushing the button on the device and fitting it inside the glock’s hole. It was a perfect fit. Guess I now knew why it was called a bullet. “How often do you use this little thing?” She ignored me, huffing and looking away as I turned it on. I held the gun in my grip, and the toy made the entire gun vibrate with more power than I imagined possible. Walking over to the side of the bed she was sitting on, I took my other hand and poked her chest, her frail little body toppling over with so little effort. “Don’t you dare,” she warned, not moving but eyeing my sexy creat...

“Show me how you please that perfect little pussy your hiding.” “I—” The battle in her eyes was intoxicating. “But I…” I dropped the vibrating gun onto her leg, the motion making her jump, her dress laying on her stomach, blessedly o...

“Tell me. When you use this, what are you imagining? What hot celebrity are you bouncing your brains off to?”