Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

“You will be the death of me, Story Hale.” He kissed me brutally until I was breathless. “But I will die over and over again if I could hear that sound one more time.”

He pulled back, lips still pressed to mine.

“What if it’s fate, Grayson?” I whispered my fear. “What if we’re not meant to be? We keep trying to beat it, but what if it’s fate?”

He smiled against my lips. “If our fate is forbidden, then I’ll live as a fugitive.”

Fifty-Six

GRAY

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Story lay on my chest and I carded my fingers through her hair, listening to the sounds of the blizzard dying outside. Somehow the world was burning down around us, but for the first time in months, I could breathe again.

Story pushed off, sitting up. “What just happened can’t happen again.”

“Fuck that.”

I grabbed Story by her hair, pulling her back down to the rugs and beneath me. I crushed my lips to hers, kissing her until she melted back into me, her body listening to my touch.

When I pulled back, it took a few seconds for her to blink her eyes open, a hazy look on her face.

I ran a knuckle down her jaw.

“Stay the fuck here,” I said softly. “I’m going to kill West.”

She blinked out of her delirium and grabbed my arm. “Wait.”

“I should have killed that fucker at my wedding, Story.”

This was all my fault…I’d pushed my girl to the brink of destruction. But not again.

Never again.

“This has nothing to do with West. It’s us. You lied to me. Again. I keep letting you. You’re getting rid of me to live happily ever after with Lottie. I almost fell for it. Stash away the mistress. Come visit me for the holidays. Give me a nice stipend.”

“After everything, you still don’t fucking trust me? I didn’t sleep with her, Snitch.” I gripped her face until my thumbs blanched her skin.

How the fuck did I get her to believe me?

“It’s not my fucking baby.”

Snitch started to stand again, and I grabbed her arm, forcing her down.

“You still don’t trust me.”

“I saw the come on her thighs on your wedding night. Lottie isn’t conniving, Grayson. She’s broken. Because we broke her.”

She reached for her locket, trying to undo it, and I slammed my hand over hers.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“This is where our thread ends. Just please forget about me.”

I pushed my tongue against my canine as a dark laugh stuttered from my chest.

Forget about Story?