Frayed Obsession (The Frayed Trilogy 1)

It’s my turn to let out a sigh, one of relief, and push myself up, taking my weight off her, but when I start to pull out, Grace tightens her arms around me.

“Not yet,” she says, her breath puffing against my lips.

I catch myself on my elbows, so I don’t crush her from the unexpected move, and my dick twitches as it slides back into her wet heat.

Her eyes get heavy as I continue stroking her cheek, and it’s not long before her arms loosen their hold enough for me to carefully extricate myself from her. I moan low in my throat as I slide out of her, my dick still half hard. Grace gasps as I do but doesn’t open her eyes.

Making my way to the bathroom to clean up, I return a moment later with a warm cloth in hand and gently clean Grace before climbing into bed beside her. She immediately turns into me, like her body is instinctively drawn to mine. I wrap my arms around her, and she burrows further into my chest.

It feels strange at first, being like this with someone with no intentions other than to sleep, but I soon find myself relaxing into her.

When I wake, I’m wrapped around Grace, our legs tangled together, and my cock nestled in the line of her naked ass. It takes all my effort not to rock my hardening dick against her, and I force myself to unravel my body from hers.

I have no idea what time it is, but it’s still completely dark outside, apart from the city lights. I spot Shadow curled up in his bed. He must have snuck in sometime after we fell asleep.

Pulling the covers back up, I ensure she’s tucked in before finding a pair of sweats and heading to my office.

I drop myself into my chair, trying to sort through everything that happened.

Fuck,what she told me.

My gut said she was running from something, but I had no idea it was something as fucked up as that. She was just a kid. I feel sick to my stomach. Enraged someone would do that to a child.To her.

Her fuckinguncle.

I want to rip the fucker’s black heart from his chest with my bare hands and watch it turn to ash.

With anger and frustration, I slam my fist onto the desk, the sound echoing through the room.Shit.Last night should never have happened. I shouldn’t have even let it get that far to begin with, but I couldn’t fight the pull between us anymore.

I should have stopped it when she had a fucking panic attack.

When I felt them—the scars.

I hadn’t realised at first what was happening, there were so many scars, but then I saw her face. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her breaths coming short and sharp. Her whole body was shaking. Then she choked out her story to me, told me she’d been raped since she was thirteen, and I still fucked her.

I love you, Sebastian.

Groaning, I drop my head into my hands, hating that the memory of her words,those words, are enough to make my dick stiffen in my sweats.

It’s not possible. How can it be?

“Sebastian?”

My head snaps up to see Grace standing in the doorway of my office, wearing nothing but my white shirt. She’s rolled up the sleeves so they’re bunched at her wrists, and the material hangs partway down her thighs, and fuck, if my possessive side doesn’t growl with delight at the sight.

She rubs her eyes, stepping into the office. “Are you okay?”

AmIokay?

How is it that she’s concerned about me after everything?

“I just had some work to do,” I say.

“At three in the morning?” she asks, her brows scrunching up as she comes around my desk, glancing at the dark computer screen and closed laptop. “Are you sure you’re okay? I woke up, and you were gone…”

I spin the chair towards her. “I’m fine.”

She studies me for a moment, then she climbs into my lap, her knees squeezing in beside my hips and her feet lying partly over my thighs and knees. I grunt as she settles on top of me, not from her weight, but because she sits right on my dick, which was already half-hardbeforeshe straddled me.