Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

“Yes,” I breathed.

I could come to the way Grayson watched me, his blue eyes giving me all the focus I’d been denied these past months in concentrate. Drinking me in like he’d just discovered me and wanted to use me all up. I wanted him to use me all up.

“I think about you,” he said.

I swallowed air at the confession and was rewarded with a small quirk of his lips. I rubbed myself harder beneath the fabric as he whispered wrong, dirty, forbidden words.

He licked his bottom lip, still watching me.

“I picture it’s you in my bed, Snitch. Your taste. Your cunt.” He closed his eyes like he was picturing it now. When he opened them, they were raw. Dark. “I need you to come, little nun. I need to hear that perfect gasp you make.”

I wanted to touch him.

I knew if I did, it would break this spell.

I was frozen. Stuck. On the precipice with no way to fall.

“Did you forget your first rule of training? You come when I say come.” He leaned forward like a junkie locked on a fix. Until his breath fogged my lips. Until I could almost pretend we were kissing. “Come.”

I came with a violent arch, his name on my lips.

When I came back down to earth, the tender, aching way he looked at me broke me apart, back into splintering grief.

Tears I’d held in all day broke through the corners of my eyes. He brushed them away with the heel of his palm, his hand lingering on my cheek. He looked me up and down.

“Perfect,” he whispered.

Grayson stood up, and he helped me to my feet. In less than a second, every ounce of blood disappeared from my head and drained to my toes.

My head throbbed. I wobbled, and the room blurred and blackened.

A brief thought. Grayson Crowne was reaching for me.

He was holding me.

“Snitch?” The worry in his tone warmed me.

Right before everything faded to black.

I woke in what looked like a hotel room, but the bright, fluorescent light making halos in my eyes was a dead giveaway.

Hospital.

I was in a hospital—but the swankiest hospital room I’d ever been in. I covered my eyes, hurting because of the bright light, and tried to remember what had happened. The last thing I remembered was being in the servants’ quarters and…

Grayson.

Sorrow and disgust swirled inside me, remembering what we’d done just seconds before I’d fainted. I needed to get out of Crowne Point, away from him. He was a drug I couldn’t stop using.

I wondered if he brought me here. It would explain the swanky digs. It was just like the room my uncle had stayed in when Grayson had paid. But this time I was alone.

I hated that I wished he was here.

“Ah, you’re awake.” I turned my head, finding a woman in a white coat.

I rubbed the back of my head. “Yeah, um, I feel fine, though.”

She smiled. “That’s good. From what I can tell, you’re healthy. It looked like low blood sugar and low blood pressure.”