Destroyed Destiny (Crowne Point 4)

“I can feel you getting wetter, Snitch,” he growled, mad. “Too fucking bad. You’ll never get to feel another man stretch you again.”

Good.

I didn’t want that.

This was what I wanted—Grayson. Using me up until I was nothing.

“Never feel anything but me inside you.” Grayson tugged on my ear with his teeth. “I should make you beg at my feet.”

His voice was sandpaper, rough and almost unrecognizable, slipping inside of me and scraping me raw. I was delirious with need, the room spinning. I was buzzed and drunk on him.

“I should make you both beg at my feet.”

I couldn’t say anything, could only make groaning sounds that got stuck in my throat and came out warbled and helpless.

“Are you ashamed? Are you?” He demanded it, words tripping over themselves, like he was fucking hungry for my answer.

“Yes,” I gasped.

It was potent as aged wine, thick in my blood, heady and wrong, and it made everything about this encounter raw and violent and bright. It made me arch harder into his touch.

“Give me your shame. It’s mine. I own it. It belongs to me.”

I groaned as he licked a hot trail up my neck. His lips finally on me. The heat starting to burn.

He was a beast. A monster. A wicked thing.

I was ready to disappear into this vicious fantasy, groaning into his mouth as I felt his fury like a living thing. It boiled me up with him.

“Dance,” he demanded, until the word vibrated inside of me. “Fucking bleed.”

He filled my pussy with a third finger as I fucked myself. His other hand fell from the window to my hip, forcing me against his hard cock, rocking me against him.

I was so close to coming, I could see the wicked edge of the cliff.

“Do you want my cock yet, little wife?”

“Always. Please. Please.” I whined and whimpered against his lips.

“Then tell me your fucking words,” he demanded. “All of them.”

He repeated the words I’d heard over and over again for months. I wanted to give him what he needed, but—

“I have,” I gasped.

And in an instant, he went cold.

He ripped the sucker from my cunt. I expected him to shove it into his mouth, but he pushed it into mine.

Cherry.

It was cherry.

“Taste how badly you need my cock.”

He gagged me with it until tears fell, but through them I saw his blazing blue eyes. He tore the sucker from my lips, tossing it to the ground, ripping my lips to his for a swift and brutal kiss.

Over too fast.