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Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

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No. No, no, no. Grayson slid deeper into me.

My breath left me on a sharp gasp, eyes never leaving Grayson as West worked himself inside me. The sound of our slick sweat, of West’s groans and the howling wind, is a dark melody.

West slid his thumb to my clit, and shocks of pleasure I couldn’t control fall from me in whimpers. I liked the way Grayson clenches his jaw, the fist he made. I want him as broken and unhinged as me.

West licked my ear. “Why don’t you call him over? He can fuck your ass while I fuck you.”

The image assaulted me in hot flashes. Wrong. So why am I burning up? I’m starting to think he’s doing this to fuck with Grayson. Or maybe me.

“Stop,” I whispered. I’m losing control.

I groaned, dropping my head as West fucked me, staring at Grayson’s blue eyes gleaming through his mask.

West pressed harder on my clit, and for a blinding second I think I might actually come, but then he stopped.

It’s not enough.

None of this is enough. I need more. I need the man in the corner. This is all wrong. I feel the agony in Grayson’s eyes. See it in the throbbing vein in his neck, the muscles rippling in his clenched fist, his twerking jaw.

Why don’t you come to me? Why don’t you rip him off me?

Grayson tilted his head like he sees the words in my eyes.

Did he think he deserved this?

Tell me something. A secret. Anything. Something no one else knows.

The harder I tried to banish them, the more the memories rush like whispers I can’t unhear. Grayson hadn’t left the wall, but he’s closer than ever. Whispering words and stroking me with his blue, blue eyes. Somehow he’s still inside me.

“Your pussy is fucking magic, Angel.”

Grayson’s eyes flashed to West for the briefest moment. Murderous. Deadly.

“I’m gonna come,” West gripped my waist, and I’m pulled out of the stony, gleaming blue eyes in the dark. “I’m not wearing a condom.”

You’d never trap me, little nun. But I could trap you. So say your fucking word.

Grayson took a step. I zero on his fist, flexing and unflexing. When I speak, my eyes are locked with Grayson’s.

When I fuck you, Story—really fuck you—you’re mine.

“I don’t care.”

I care.

I don’t want his come inside me.

But that dark, twisted agony in Grayson’s eyes is the first time I’ve felt anything since leaving Lottie’s room.

It hurts.

It feels like a punishment.

It feels like a reward.

West tensed at my words.

Then I know he’s coming, first by the strangled groan, and then I could feel it.



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