I kissed the throbbing muscles. “Please?”

Another groan.

I don’t know why he was holding himself back. Why he was acting like this. And I was so crazy with lust I didn’t care to find out.

I kissed his cock—Grayson fisted my hair, halting me, my lips just on the tip of him.

He lifted his arm slightly, just enough so I could see his shadowy lusty glare. His eyelids hooded, pupils dilated.

“I want you,” I groaned, aching with it. Desperate. “Let me swallow you, and then cover me in teeth, Grayson. Mark me, own me, I’m begging for more.”

He curled his fist in my hair. “Then tell me your words. Tell me everything, dammit. Bloody and raw!”

“I have.”

Emotion flashed in his eyes, brutal and bright and gone too quick, replaced by the darkness.

Like the fireworks in the sky.

He slammed me down onto him, cock bruising the back of my throat.

“Is this what you want?” he growled.

I tried to say yes and he jammed his cock harder against my throat. My yes was a slobbery, muffled mess. He grinned, mean.

He fucked me onto his cock.

Sloppy. Hard. Vicious.

“Snitches who don’t tell me their secrets get gagged with my cock.”

I couldn’t have asked what he meant if I tried.

Thrust.

Slam.

I gripped his muscled thighs for balance.

“I want your throat raw,” he growled. “I want it to hurt, so every time you speak, you feel the secrets you’re keeping from me.”

One last bruising thrust, tears sliding down my cheek, then he threw me off him without coming.

I fell back onto my hands.

He buttoned his pants over his still hard cock, and left me like that, with the fireworks pounding, with the taste of him still lingering on my lips.

Lingering like whatever was between us.

I want your throat raw. I want it to hurt, so every time you speak, you feel the secrets you’re keeping from me.

I stayed in our room, worrying his words in my mind like a moth with a piece of old lace. Does he know about Lottie? Only a few seconds after he left, the door opened again.

I stood up, ready to apologize. “Grayson—”

I was slammed against the wall as the fireworks pounded like gunshots in the sky. There was about a five-second window of confusion, where I leaned to my dream of Grayson, of this perfect midnight kiss with the love of my life.

So I groaned, wrapping my arms around him.

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