Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

I flickered my gaze to West, beseeching, but he’d followed my eyes to the doorway and was staring at Grayson. If I didn’t know better, I’d say West looked hurt. For a split second, his pain poured inside of me like bleach.

I felt caught.

Frozen.

Twisted.

A bitter laugh left his lips. “I guess it doesn’t.”

Then we slammed together.

I opened my mouth on a silent gasp. My eyes connected with Grayson’s as West filled me. West hissed a curse. I kept my eyes open, locked on Grayson. Grayson didn’t move, a stone in the corner.

I hated that. I want him to hurt like me.

West tangled a fist in my hair, ripping my eyes back to his.

“You want to make it hurt for him, Angel?” West whispered, so low only I heard.

Before I could think, be disgusted, be anything, West flipped me, so I was on my knees. He knotted his hand tighter in my hair and dragged me back in an arch, slamming harder inside me.

I let out a gasp.

Grayson still didn’t move, but his eyes narrowed.

West’s lips came to my neck. “That’s not very convincing. Put on a show, Story.”

Fifty-Two

STORY

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West bunched my dress with his free hand, fisting the fabric to my hip until we were obscenely exposed to Grayson. A taunt. A challenge.

I couldn’t breathe.

From the fullness of West.

From the emptiness in my heart.

“Is this what you like, Story?” West whispered against my flesh. “Is this what will get you off? When he watches me fuck you?”

Grayson still hadn’t moved and it’s driving me insane. I knew Grayson had insane self-control, I’ve known it since the beginning, but I want it to snap.

All he does is watch, dragging his pinky along his bottom lip.

Sometimes I watch you. I know you don’t see me, and you don’t think anyone is watching.

This moment is a dark mirror of our love, of every moment we’d shared together. I spent years watching Grayson. Years loving him with a broken heart.

“Bite me,” I demanded.

For the first time, Grayson took a step, and I can see it, picture him ripping West off me. I feel fire in my veins.

West’s teeth grazed the dip between my shoulder and neck.

I want you to bite me harder.