Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)
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I dragged my thumb across my lower lip. There was no answer I could give her that wouldn’t betray the truth.
The car jostled, hit some fucking pothole.
I didn’t realize I was on the floor, hands on her thighs, until it was too late.
Her eyes grew.
“It’s fine. It was barely a speed bump.” Her words were that sweet, quiet raspy breath that I lived for. I could still remember falling asleep to it. Now I just stayed awake, listening to the silence, wondering—hoping—she didn’t do the same.
Fuck.
This was such a bad idea.
“Grayson.”
“Did West get you something for the Nutcracker Masquerade?” I asked, sliding my hands beneath her dress.
Her breath hitched.
With her clothes on…I could pretend. Pretend what I was doing was still okay, that I wasn’t a cheating bastard. That I hadn’t become everything I’d strived against.
“Little nun?” I pressed, finding the bruise on her thigh, pressing into it with my thumb.
“N-no.”
I slid my thumb to the crease in her groin, rubbing the sensitive flesh just before the trim of her panties. Her lips parted silently. I see it in her eyes, the need, the bottomless desire that ensnared me in that antique room.
I want the word to fall from her lips.
More.
I’m falling into her mossy eyes, forgetting everything, every promise I’ve ever made to anyone but her.
“What do you want, little nun?”
Her lips opened and I waited for the word, about to fall over a cliff, when the car jolted to a stop.
My grip on her thighs tightened. “Don’
t worry about your dress, Snitch.”
The door opened to the bright winter day, and I pulled away.
Thirty-Five
STORY
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Back at Crowne Hall, it was white and cold. I stared at the pearly sky, wondering if the snow would finally fall, when Grayson took my arm, wrapping it around his.
“Oh my god, I can walk up stairs,” I said.
He made a noise in his throat but said nothing. He helped me up the steps, his hand warm on my arm, his presence strong and safe.
I wanted to scream.
Stop being so fucking perfect. It’s impossible to hate him like this.