Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

In contrast to my fast, furious, and angry emotional movements, Grayson was calm. How could he be so calm after watching me fuck another man?

I don’t understand.

I’m burning up inside.

“You’re mine.” Lips to my neck, he slid one palm between my thighs, thrusting a finger inside me. “You’ll always belong to me.”

I resisted the urge to melt into him, but as he slid another finger inside me, my vision blurred, my thoughts fractured.

“That’s not something that changes. Run away. Leave me. Get fucked by every man in every continent.” He growled the word fucked as he fucked me harder, like he wanted me to hear it, hear the sloppy sound West’s come made as he fucked me.

Some distant part of me said to stop this, but I had missed Grayson’s touch, been deprived of it for so long.

I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t give in…I was boneless.

He gripped my abdomen, keeping me up, forcing me to stay pressed to him as he used me like a doll to fuck another man’s come inside me.

It was a twisted punishment, like he knew I hated it. Hated West inside me.

I think he hated it too, but he continued to fuck it up inside me.

“Your soul will always be mine.”

He spoke with his teeth at my shoulder, fingers now thrusting faster as he fucked me. The sounds harsher than the howling. Sloppy. Cruel.

It was like Grayson couldn’t decide if he wanted to rip it all out of me, or push it farther inside me and punish me.

We’re locked on this brutal and forbidden ballet, forced to spin and spin and spin for an empty audience of our own sins.

Maybe if I gave into this moment, I could end that crushing desperati

on wreaking havoc on my soul. My life.

My head fell back on his shoulder, giving in.

He smiled, his lips stained with me, like rose petals that had been touched one too many times.

“My poor girl,” he said, voice a low sultry lullaby against my skin. “You didn’t even get off.” His lips were just beneath my ear, warm, seductive, intoxicating. He slid the hand sticky with West’s come up to my clit.

A jolt of pleasure fluttered through me, and my eyes fluttered shut.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he growled.

They popped open, into his deep blue.

His lips were so close.

I arched for him, and he pulled away just as I was going to meet his mouth. Teasing. Torturing.

“You want to kiss me, little nun?” Grayson slid the hand from my hair down to my ribs, between my thighs, replacing the one currently working me senseless.

He pressed harder on my clit and I gasped, searching for him. Our tongues touched featherlight, too brief, before he pulled back.

He grinned. Mean.

“Then don’t give away shit that doesn’t belong to you.” He held up two dripping milky-white fingers.

“Open your mouth,” he gritted.