Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

A gasp tore from my lips, and then my senses came back.

I tried to shove him off, but he pressed me harder against the sink. His hands slid up my thigh, under my shorts, feeling the curve of my bare ass.

He froze when he realized I was without any panties.

“Dirty little nun,” he groaned. “Tell me to stop.”

“Why?” I gritted. “So you can feel good about yourself? When really you’re forcing me to hold all of our sins?”

The muscle in his jaw popped. All the air in my lungs vanished as he slid his hand out from under my shorts and over the fabric. I swallowed a whimper.

I’d wanted him to go under…what the fuck is wrong with me?

“My wife just sucked me off before I came to you,” he growled. “Does it turn you on knowing you’re getting sloppy seconds, Snitch?”

His grip in my hair tightened, forcing me to arch. I swallowed my groan, refusing to give him anything even as my legs turned to jelly.

“Because you’re fucking wet, little nun.” He licked my ear. “I think it does. Do you like the idea of cheating on your husband?”

He only cupped me over my shorts…yet my vision blurred.

“Do you like cheating on your wife?” I hissed back. “You’re the one with a hard-on.” My eyes flashed, darting to his hard cock. I licked my lips and let my thighs fall open just a little. He grinned.

He released his grip in my hair and dropped to his knees. The sudden loss of him was so stark I gripped the sink to keep from slipping.

He slid his hands up and down my thighs. He was so gentle and soft, lingering on my bare knee, thumb achingly tender.

I probably should’ve known that his words would be harsh.

“You’re gonna let West touch you now, huh? That was the deal, whatever Lottie does to me, West does to you.” His hands stopped just beneath the crease in my groin, pressing the skin until it blanched. “This is fucking mine.”

Then he bit, hard.

Some twisted part of me said this was fine.

It was just a bite.

“Let him touch you.” His voice was softer now, deeper, his eyes half-lidded. “He’ll see, Snitch. You’re mine. You will always be mine.” He dragged his thumb across the wound. “I bet if I pushed aside these whore shorts of yours, I’d find a wet pussy.”

Our eyes locked, a second splintered into thousands. I shoved him off with my knee.

“You’ll never know. Fuck yourself. Touch yourself. Get off on the idea of me. Because that’s all you’ll ever get again, Grayson Crowne.”

His eyes flashed. “Fuck a thousand men. Marry a hundred thousand. Leave. Run away. I’ll find you.”

And yet he wouldn’t ever marry me.

“You want me to tell you the truth? I hate you.” I meant it, too. “You only fucked me because your wife told you to. You promised your mother you would never talk to me.” His eyebrows shot up, but I kept going. “I hate you, Grayson Crowne. I hate your lies and I hate you.”

I hated him.

For tossing me away.

For never letting me go.

For not having the courage to keep me.

Something broke in his eyes, but he hid it too quickly. “You haven’t even begun to hate me, Story.”