Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

“More.”

This time I bit him, dragging out his bottom lip between my teeth, eyes open so I could watch the look in his blue gaze change feral.

He pinned me to the bed, and I bit harder. I can feel him throbbing between my thighs and it spurred me on. I dragged his bottom lip out with my teeth. Grayson bruised his forehead to mine as my teeth bruised him.

I released his pouty pink lip with a pop.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound our breathing.

“Perfect,” he rasped.

Then he pushed off. The sudden loss of him was ice cold. He left me alone on the bed, adjusting his hard-on as he towered over me.

His rose gold hair was messy and wild—everything I’d missed.

Thoughts tumbled like a rockslide into my head: What did I do? He’s leaving again. Abandoned. Forgotten—

Grayson leaned over and caught my bottom lip like I’d done with his. “I will get us out of this with some shred of our souls intact, little nun.”

And then he left.

Forty-Two

STORY

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I don’t remember falling asleep. I must have…because one minute it was dark, and the next it was light. My head ached with lack of sleep, and I felt disoriented by the sun.

I want you to be a bad wife more.

I jolted up as last night blasted back into me. I dragged a hand over my forehead. Oh my god.

Oh my god.

I wanted it. I pushed him. I would have…would have… Only Grayson saved me from making a terrible mistake.

What is happening to me?

A knock on the door sounded.

“Um…”

I felt naked and caught, like I was still with Grayson.

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“Come in,” I croaked.

The door creaked open, and West stood in the frame. He held something behind his back. What looked like a white dress box.

“What’s that?”

“An apology.”

The confusion must have shown on my face, because he said, “You were attacked.”

I looked away as more of last night tumbled into my thoughts.