Destroyed Destiny (Crowne Point 4)

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please.”

I didn’t care we were outside, I could fuck him right here on the beach. He held my lip captive, eyes burning. Without responding he slammed his lips back into mine.

He was on the edge.

So close.

I knew what he wanted, what would push him over.

Holding on to his arms for stability, I fell to my knees. He caught my arm, trying to keep me from falling.

“Please.”

Cradling my head in his hands. “Little wife.”

“I don’t want sweet, Grayson,” I whispered. “I don’t need sweet.”

I saw the defeat waffling in his eyes. The clench of his jaw, the flare of his nostrils.

He dragged his knuckle down the side of my face. “I’ll take care of you, little wife, but let me take you home first.”

I looked over his shoulder, at the black spires of Crowne Hall.

Home?

Was it finally home?

He gently grasped my chin, pulling my gaze back to his. I let him lift me off the sand, and with his bloody hand entwined in mine, we walked hand in hand to Crowne Hall.

Fifty-Five

GRAY

Story kept giving me fuck-me eyes. Wide, begging eyes, her stony hazels aglow like the sunset, telling me she’d let me do anything to her.

Dangerous.

I don’t want sweet, Grayson. I don’t need sweet.

I adjusted my cock and her eyes dropped to the action, licking her lips.

I couldn’t make her bleed while she was pregnant with my child—but there was something dark and twisted about her begging me to hurt her while she carried my child, and it was twisting something inside me that was wrong.

But so fucking right.

We were back in my wing, she was in my bed, and I still couldn’t shake the feeling it wasn’t over. My blood zinged with it, like a wire left in a puddle.

Every time we got close to happiness, something ripped it away.

“Let me clean you up.” Story’s raspy voice brought me back to her walnut eyes. “I’ll go get a wet towel.”

“Nah. Then I’d have to let you go.” I lifted our entwined hands.

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth, cheeks heating.

“Oh fuck, Snitch, I missed that.”

I thumbed her tear-stained cheeks. I wanted to wash away all those stains. To eradicate anyone who had ever put them there.