Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

I couldn’t imagine that day ever coming. I’d told Snitch the same earlier. I would love her. I would always love her. Snitch had sewed herself into the very essence of me.

But for Lottie’s sake, for our marriage’s sake, I lied. “I just need time.”

“They expect us to have sex,” she said miserably. “They want bloody sheets. I already lost my virginity. What fucking year is it?”

I made a face. That didn’t mean shit.

I stood up, giving her my hand, and led her up the stairs to my bedroom.

Our.

I undid the bandage on my knuckles, scraping blood onto the sheets. Maybe it was a twisted poetry, bleeding from skin I broke against her brother’s face, because of the girl still between us.

“There. Done.”

She smiled weakly.

I tilted her chin up with my thumb. “I haven’t seen that all night.” Her smile dropped, and I gripped her chin softly. “Charlotte.”

“You don’t want this, Grayson…I don’t want to force you into this.”

She looked away, but I drew her face into a soft kiss. “Tell me if it’s too much. If you want me to stop.” I peeled one thin satin strap past her shoulder, kissing the soft skin as I went. “You said you had a vision for your wedding night.”

She watched me, eyes wide, plump lips parted. I could do sweet and tender for her. I had been getting other girls off my entire life without any regard to my own feelings. Why should my wedding be any different?

Six

GRAY

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“I’ll make you feel so good, Lottie,” I promised. “Your wedding night will be perfect. Tell me what you like. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything.” I pressed her body into the mattress, lightly grazing her ear with my teeth until she shuddered.

“I don’t know what I like,” she admitted. “I…I haven’t had sex very much.”

I trailed my hands up the inside of her thigh.

“This?”

She nodded and sighed a breathy moan.

I grazed a thumb over her pussy but didn’t part the lips.

“This?”

A hot, needy moan.

I pressed my thumb, barely parting. Wet.

You’re already so fucking wet.

Snitch slammed into me as Lottie’s hand slid up my thigh. The two images collided in a dark dance. Snitch was always so fucking wet. So fucking needy. Lottie reached for my cock, and Snitch vanished like smoke.

I could feel myself going soft.

Fuck.

I grabbed Lottie’s wrists, holding them together with one hand and slamming her flat against the bed in one move. Her eyes popped at the new position, and I plunged a finger inside Lottie, trying to banish Snitch.