“Did he feel good inside you, Story?” Grayson taunted.
I gasped at the knife-sharp pain, the memory of West slamming back inside me twisting with the pleasure of Grayson’s thrusts.
“Did he hit that spot you like?” Grayson asked softly, too soft.
He thrust harder, deeper, but still not enough. Just so I knew what c
ould have been.
“No, he didn’t,” he growled. “Not even my little nun knows the things that make her scream.”
“Grayson,” I gasped. “Please. I need more.”
He thumbed my chin tenderly. “You’re so beautiful when you beg.” His touch turned vicious. “He’s all over my fucking cock, Snitch.”
“I’m so—”
Grayson slammed his lips against mine, cutting me off with a brutal, bruising kiss that left me winded.
“Shut the fuck up.” His eyes crackled and popped as he thrust. Harder, deeper, but still not enough. “I don’t ever want to hear those words from your lips. Not about this.”
Pain broke through his eyes.
The game vanished.
“He’s all over my cock,” he gritted again, thumbing my lip tenderly while saying words that eviscerated me in the way only Grayson Crowne could. He bent forward, until I could taste his breath on my lips. “Should I make you suck him off me?”
My eyes grew at the idea.
He laughed. “You don’t like that idea, little nun? Then you better come so fucking hard you’re the only thing left.” His words turned to a dark snarl and he bit my bottom lip. A strangled groan fell from me just as he pulled away. He seemed to focus on that, eyes zeroing. Animalistic. His own lips parted, sparkling with his saliva.
I wanted to lick it. Lick him. I reached for him and he pulled farther away with a vicious smile.
He continued to thrust at the same ruthless, calculated rhythm. His hand trailed down from my chin, lingering on the swell of my abdomen. Restraint made his grip iron.
My thighs ached, my entire body throbbed.
Dangling on the precipice, but never allowed to fall.
“Grayson.” I wrapped my arms behind me, encircling his neck. “Please.”
He froze, as if coming out of a trance. “What? Do you want me to stop?”
My heart cracked. Even after everything, he paid attention to me.
I dragged my nails down the back of his neck. “Fuck him out of me, please, Grayson. Do it for real.”
It was shameful and hideous and it should have disgusted him, but he groaned like I’d just swallowed his cock inside my mouth.
“My little nun…” He licked a blaze of fire up my neck. “You were made for me.”
He groaned and thrust harder.
In and out.
But his bite still wasn’t enough.
His thrust still wasn’t enough.