Twist Me (Asylum Devils #1)

by S.K. Pryntz

With my point made, I pulled my fingers free of her mouth and licked them off one by one. Her eyes followed the movements, and I started to feel my pants get wet where she was held against them. Walking over to the door, I waved to the two shadows lurking inside. Now, her eyes became as wide as saucers.

“Hey there, Little One. Want a tast...

Pharaoh glared at her with his lust-filled eyes. “Little Princess, why did we expect you ...

Nodding to my brothers, they cornered her and grabbed her little wrists, bringing them above her head and lifting her off the ground.

“Such a naughty, nosy, rebellious Little Lamb. She may find more than she bargained for.”

“Fuuuuck…you tempting woman. Why do you have to be the very thing I despise?”

“I know you do,” I amended, letting my thick cock push hard into the center of her breasts, the lovely little cushion creating delicious friction. She looked into my eyes, anger and needy desperation battling each other in her soft brown eyes. Pharaoh buried his face in her neck, her deep, brown hair spilling over his face as she squirmed with our grip and moaned. Judas chuckled, licking the other side of her neck.

“We know you’re scared of us, Little Princess. We can taste it on you.” Judas moaned in approval, grinding his pierced cock onto her curvy fucking hips through his pants. “For such a good girl, Little One, you’ve lied and stolen.”

“You can’t hide from us, Little Lamb,” I said, reaching into my pants and gripping my throbbing cock.

“Your heart is beating so fucking hard, Little Princess.”

Judas breathed in her scent, his tone husky and his warped fairytale tattooed hands wrapping around her pretty throat like a vise. “Is that because you are scared we’ll fuck your sinful little body?”

I moved closer to her, smiling wide and letting her see my hand pump back and forth inside my pants. “Or is it because y...

Nodding to my brothers, they freed her. Her little body dropped back to the ground with a click of her shoes. The sound seemed so loud in the quiet little room. “Take what you want, Ezello,”

Stepping back from her with my brothers and

watching her face as all our h...

working our cocks in front of those ...

She watched us, panting and trying to catch her breath. She watched our hands even though they were hidden under the fabric of our pants. I stroked myself harder, letting out my frustrated moan that was desperate for release. Her pouty lips parted, her eyes unwilling to leave my hand. “Take…what,” I repeated, my hand pumping faster, my breath coming out in ragged, husky whispers just like my brother's groans of need. Pharaoh growled next, stepping closer to her and the wall. “You,” ...

“I want…” she started, running her fingertips over my tattooed arms, the feeling making me hiss. She let that hand drift over each of our chests. That heat she gave off made us all growl with our need. Transfixed, she dipped

fragile hand beneath her pants. Slowly, she brought it back out, glistening. Staring at her hand that was covered in her juices, she was so confused. I chuckled and opened my mouth to her.

She walked too slow, and I had to release my dick to grab her hand and envelop her st...

A timer sounded, a buzzing and metallic click as the lock disengaged. My brothers cursed, knowing their playtime was over as that meant the guards’ shift change was coming, and we hadn’t paid these new ones off.

Finally. She’d always been my toy to break first.

“We have played this game before, Little Lamb,” I warned, observing her carefully. My body was so primed, like a fucking gun about to pop off. She stared at me, spinning her body away from the door’s entrance to face

When she got to where I stood, she reached out her hands, tentative and searching, as she stroked my stomach. She was circling me, and I had to turn my body to keep the heat of her hands off my skin. She shoved her hands down onto my cock.

She reached down to my balls, and that exploring continued—so damn maddeningly slow. I closed my eyes, the feeling of my orgasm rising up. I was going to drown this girl. And then the touch disappeared, her heat

and soft exploration gone with a snap of my pant’s band. My eyes shot open, my body now somehow against the wall. The Little Lamb was inspecting me, a battle of wills in her eyes. While I was completely drunk on her taste and touch, I could only watch as she bolted from the room. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I laughed at myself when the familiar click sounded. My damn prey not only escaped me again, but she’d also left me more blue-balled than I thought fucking possible and had locked me, ‘her predator,’ inside a cage.

I knew I was attracted to this psychopath, but why did my body have to betray me like that? I made my way over to Emmy, my face flushed and my anger boiling.

“Ah, I see. Well, based on the flush of your cheeks and the hot mess going on in your curls, I’d say you liked being caught.”

My cheeks flamed even more as I saw Judas and Pharaoh saunter into the room,

Pharaoh smiled dangerously at me. “Little Princess likes to play with binds?” I shook off their words, stomping my foot and huffing all my frustration into a screeching sound.

“Ohh, so she’s a screamer.”

I should have let that brutal giant rot. Why hadn’t I?

Eventually, I walked into the showers. Nobody was using them at this hour. ‘Lights out’ was soon, and that was when we were all locked into our giant glass cells. I had to admit

But that wasn’t why I was here—I needed to focus on The Reaper. Did this killer live at the asylum? Was it personnel? An outsider?