Page 94 of Grim

“Because I said so.”

“No.”

“Kenna,” his face twitched like he tried hard to hold back a part of himself that he couldn’t control, “I swear to Lucifer, you push me to a point that I don’t know I can come back from.” I searched his eyes and saw the truth.

“Was, could they be connected to what happened before?” The moment the words slid past my lips, I knew I’d made a huge mistake. I couldn’t tell anyone what had happened.

“Meaning.” His chest slowly seemed to grow larger as his eyes narrowed in on me. It was as though he tried to see inside my head to read the rest of the story from my thoughts. “Tell me what you’re hiding from me.”

I knew it was stupid to flirt with his dark side, and I seemed to at the very worst of times. It was reckless, but something in Grim just pushed me to a place I never went before. I loved how much his darkness brought out a thrill I’d never experienced. It was heady.

I lifted a brow and stuck out my chin as something seedy and delicious went through me. I leaned in, pressed my lips to the shell of his ear, and whispered, “No.”

His hand wrapped around my throat, and he pushed me back against the window. He towered over me and hissed his fury as he fought for control. Suddenly, his face changed, and he smiled. He was dangerously close to my lips. The smile was almost frightening.

“You sure you want to push me on this?” His voice was dark and threatening.

I could almost feel my eyes dilate. The excitement at what darkness he might bring left me breathless.

“You don’t own me, Grim,” I added for good measure. I wanted to push any buttons he had left because I was maxed out. I pressed my hands against his and squeezed his fingers into my throat.

He let out a slow chuckle then spun me around and pushed my chest against the glass pane. He pulled my hair to one side and began to kiss the side of my neck.

“Do you have any idea how hard you make me, walkin’ around in those tight little dresses?” I heard the zipper of my skirt as he ripped it down over my backside then his fingers tore at the fabric, it dropped to the floor, and I kicked it aside. “You drive me mad because I know what’s underneath.” His hands were all over the back of my shirt as he undid the buttons. I felt the cool air as it fell open. He chuckled as it followed my skirt and fell at my feet. I was left in my thong, bra, and heels. He tore off his own shirt, and his hand slid around my stomach, and he turned me to him. My head fell back as I bared my throat to him. He leaned in and hissed in my ear.

“I see the way men look at you. They’re hungry for a taste.” His lips dragged across my neck, then clamped down as he drew my skin into his mouth. His hands slid back to my hips, and he pressed me against him. “I’m craving a taste of you.” He sucked hard, and I felt the pull from deep inside. I arched my back and pressed my hips hard against him and felt his arousal. “Then,” he breathed, sending shivers through my body. His lips tugged on my earlobe, and his fingers flexed around my waist. “I find you in a sex house looking for anyone to get you off.” He turned me again, and I felt my heavy head hit his shoulder.

“I was,” I whispered, caught up in his story. One hand moved slowly across my belly, then finally dipped into my panties, but just above the spot that ached for his touch.

“Why?”

“Because…” I trailed off.

“Because you have a certain kind of taste in sex.”

“I do.” He spun me back around and grabbed my chin roughly while the other hand moved to cover my throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. His eyes flared and his throat contracted with excitement. We both knew with one practiced snap, he could kill me.

“Wreck me,” I whispered. His fingers moved around my chin and into my hair, and with a swift jab he smashed his lips to mine. His tongue commanded, and I lost all rational thought. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him as I matched his intensity. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled hard, and he clamped a hand at the base of my neck and pressed me even closer.

He walked back a few steps and, without a break in our frantic kisses, he slammed me back against the cool wall and unclipped my bra with one hand. When my breasts burst free of their lacy cages, he licked his lips and dove at one nipple. Exquisite pain went through me as he used his teeth. I gasped and drove the heel of my shoe into his ass to let him know what that did to me.

“Fucking perfect,” he purred as he moved over to the other and gave it the same attention.

Suddenly, he flung me over his shoulder and slapped my ass then grabbed it with one hand. The other held my ankle, and he moved quickly with me to the bedroom and threw me onto his huge bed. For a fleeting moment, I was aware of soft velvet, but then his hands were on my hips as he ripped off my thong. When I reached for him, he grabbed one wrist then the other, and bound them together with a silky tie. He looked into my eyes as he secured me to one side of the bed. I was on my back, arms outstretched above my head that hung just slightly over the edge. My breasts were plump, and my nipples were hard nubs. Every inch of me craved his touch, I desperately clamped my thighs tightly together to seek some relief. The room was dark except for a tiny gleam of light that fell across my heaving chest.

“Grim?” I huffed, suddenly nervous as I lay there in the silent room. “Where are you?”

“You don’t think I can own you?” His voice came from somewhere close, and I searched the darkness for him. I felt his fingers tightly grip my hair, then he pressed his mouth over mine and kissed me deeply. Then just as quickly he pulled away, then slid his erection into my mouth.

I didn’t hesitate and took him right to the base. I swallowed around him, and he hissed his pleasure. He thrust himself against my lips a few times then pulled out and with both hands pressed my boobs together and slid his huge erection between them. He moved at a good speed for a moment, then slid back in my mouth again. This time I held him there and sucked hard. I flexed my tongue and gave him my all. I gave Grim everything I had because I wanted to. I wanted him to crave me, to think of me, to lust after me. The same way I knew he wanted me. I wanted to consume his every thought.

This was part of our game, and I was determined to win.

He pinched my nipples, and I bowed my back, wanting more. His hips picked up speed, and I fought against my bonds even as I used them for leverage. The sound that echoed through the bedroom was erotic and intoxicating.

“Jesus,” he moaned. He slowed and fought to hold back. I could feel his leg muscles clench as he tried to control himself. The only warning I got that he was about to come was the hitch in his breathing. I took it all without so much as a moan. It was all I had, and I flexed my back with how hard it was not to scream. Grim Gates was a different breed, and I wouldn’t let him best me.

“I need more,” he growled as he yanked the tie and my hands were released. He tossed me like a doll, so my head was on the pillow, then yanked off my shoes and threw them. He bound my wrists above me once again, and he left me there in the dark, panting and full of pent-up frustration.

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