Cruel Infatuation (Underground Kings 3)

“Where are we going?” I say, sucking my cheeks together to get the remainder of him down my throat.

“The bed.” He opens the bathroom door, and I can hardly keep up with how fast he’s walking. When the bed comes to view, I’m expecting him to hold me and kiss me like he usually does before we get down to business, but not this time.

He flings me to the bed, wet body and all.

“Wha—” But I don’t have time to finish my question. He grabs me by the ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed and flips me over. A memory of what Trevor did pops into my mind, and I almost tell Grayson to stop. Grayson isn’t Trevor, and Trevor isn’t here.

I’m not scared of Grayson. I trust him.

His hands run down my back, different from Trevor, gentle instead of rough and hard. Grayson seems to be appreciating me, stroking me, loving me, and when he gets to my ass, he spanks it. A bit harder than before.

I yelp and his fingers rub over the warm flesh before his palm is gone, and another smack rings through the air.

“Grayson!” I try to sound like I’m protesting, but his name is a whimper, and my ass thrusts back against him. I want more.

Smack.

“Do you know why you’re getting spanked, my little vixen?” he asks, rubbing the burning skin he’s welting without shame.

I shake my head and fist the sheets. I glance over the curve of my shoulder to see his naked, glorious, god-like body behind me. Eight. There are eight abs with a V glistening with water. A bead drips down the middle of his chest, and I watch it slide own the bronzed, sun-kissed body. The water droplet reaches the patch of dark brown hair above his cock, and I want to bury my face in it again.

The raw ache in the back of my throat reminds me he was just there, but it isn’t enough. I want him again.

His hand fists a chunk of my mane and pulls my head back until a pinch of pain tells me I can’t bend anymore. His hot breaths are like angry flames licking the side of my face. “Because you didn’t tell me how dirty of a girl you are.” He rubs his scruff against my neck and nibbles my throat. “You didn’t tell me how filthy you were with your mouth. I can’t believe you’ve been keeping that from me. You deserve to get punished for that, don’t you? So you know not to ever deny me of that fucking heavenly mouth again.” He throws me down against the bed, and my head hits the mattress softly, bouncing on the memory foam pillow top.

“I didn’t know.” The weak plea is breathy and borderline, a deep husk riddled with sex and need.

“I know.” I can hear the pleased smile while he speaks, ghosting his palms over my hot flesh. “I love that I’ve only been yours.” Smack.

A delicious heat spreads across my backside, and I stretch out like a cat, elongating my body. I wiggle my ass in the air, and both hands smack against me at the same time then grip the meat of my globes and shake them.

“You want more, don’t you?” he says tightly, before releasing me and spanking me again. “I

knew you would. The way you took my cock in the shower told me everything I needed to know.” His nails rake up my back, and a delicious shiver tingles my spine. His index finger slides between the crease of my cheeks, and I hold my breath when he swirls around my puckered star. “Anyone ever been in here?”

I shake my head, relieved he can’t see me blushing like a virgin.

Smack.

“Good. Every hole in this body is fucking mine. I’ll have your ass one day.” He tests the resistance by applying a slight amount of pressure. Involuntarily, I clench my cheeks, and he spanks me again.

I whimper.

Why does it feel so good?

How is he doing this to me? I’m a puddle of damn goo right now with how relaxed and hot my body feels, yet I’m strung up on lust. My pussy is throbbing, my hole is aching. I physically hurt for him to fill me up and relieve this tension in me that only he can release.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

“Grayson!” I shout his name when wetness drips down my thighs from the blazing fire igniting across my ass.

“So sexy when you cry my name. I love hearing it. It’s music to my soul.” His lips are on my ass next, kissing them better, and his cold, wet tongue is like ice against the welts. He spreads my legs and plunges his tongue inside my warmth.

I grip the sheets so hard as my mouth drops open. I’m about to come. I’m close. My legs are shaking. My stomach is uncurling, and the numbness in my body spreads until my toes tingle. As I’m about to clench around his tongue, he pulls away, and I cry out in discontent.