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“I really am happy, Grayson. I couldn’t have asked for a better life. Not many women get to own four sexy as fuck men who love her unconditionally.”
“You think you own me?” he growls playfully. “I think I need to show you a thing or two about who owns who.”
His hand slides up my back until it threads through my hair, gripping it tightly until pinpricks pull at my scalp. He holds my head hostage as he slams his lips to mine, kissing me like he possesses every atom in my body.
I’m his to control in this moment, to own and worship my body however he sees fit. Because I truly am his just as much as he’s mine.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts into his chest, needing some kind of friction on the hard tips of my nipples. I crave his touch more than I want to—equally as much as I want to kill Jasper’s mom.
Grayson has lit a pyre within me, and I’m his to command until it’s doused.
His hand moves between us, pinching my nipple until it’s painful. I moan in his mouth and his thumb circles the abused bud, soothing the sting.
“Do you want to take it back?” he asks.
My eyelids flutter open, having closed at some point, when I don’t know. I find him staring at me, amusement playing in his hazel eyes. The mix of blue and green drawing me in like he’s hypnotizing me.
“I’m yours, Grayson. Forever and always,” I breathe out. My chest tightens with a tsunami of emotions threatening to explode out of me.
“Is that right?” His hand finds mine, his fingers toying with the ring on my finger. My heart pounds violently in my chest. “I think you should prove it.”
I lick my lips, hoping he’s thinking the same thing I am. “How do you want me to do that?”
A smile splits his face, and he stands. My arms and legs instinctively wrap themselves around him and his hands move to support my ass. Of course, he takes advantage and squeezes.
“I want you to submit fully to me.” He walks us to his room and presses my body against the wall right inside the doorway. “You won’t do anything without me instructing you to do it first. No hesitations. Simply give yourself over to me, and I promise you’ll love every second of it.”
It’s official. My heart found a new home in my clit. The tiny bundle of nerves throb in answer. A rhythmic pulsing beat screams for his touch and my hips rock, seeking some kind of relief.
Grayson’s hips slam into mine, forcing them into the wall and giving me no room for movement. “None of that now.” He tsks, then grips my chin in his hand. “If you accept, I have absolute control.”
“It’s yours,” I moan, the need coursing through me becoming stronger by the second.
His hands tap on my legs, and I unwind them from his hips as he sets me on my feet. The press of his kiss sends a flutter of excitement in my stomach, and when his tongue teases along the seam of my lips, it’s like electricity shoots through me, my nipples becoming painfully hard.
He trails his touch along my curves until he has my wrists crossed above my head, holding me in place with nowhere to go. But why would I want to be anywhere else but here?
“Vander,” he shouts. The only thing that saves my ears is the fact he turns his face toward the open door next to us. Off in the depths of the house, I hear a door slam and footsteps pounding on the wood floors.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Vander’s questions come before he’s even made it to the door, and when his large frame fills the space, Grayson slams the door in his face and purposefully locks the door.
It’s not as dramatic of a sound as when he flipped the deadbolt into place back when we had our first date, but the situational resemblance isn’t lost on me. Especially with how he crowds me against the wall.
“No moving until I say so,” he whispers against my neck while Vander pounds on the door.
“Are you for fucking real right now?” my bodyguard hisses. He jiggles the doorknob and murmurs something else, but I’m too lost in the way Grayson’s hands move along my body until they’re sliding underneath my shirt.
It’s a struggle not to move my hands, to grip his shoulders or even slide my fingers through the short ends of his hair to hold onto him. The desire to guide his mouth to my aching nipples as he exposes them to the air is so strong I have to bite my lip.
Grayson pauses with my shirt bunched over my breasts and he licks his lips, the intensity in his gaze increasing before shaking his head like he’s reminding himself he wants to remain focused on his plan. After a moment, he drags my shirt over my head and wraps it around my wrists.
“You might need the extra reminder not to move,” he says, giving me a wink that makes my legs threaten to give out on me. He steadies me with a hand on my hip, his fingers digging in with a possessive growl. “You don’t know what you’ve done by giving me control.”
He moves in a quick motion, gripping the top of my yoga pants and dragging them to my feet. “Kick them off,” he commands.
I’m more than eager to do as he says, one step closer to the thing I want more than anything right now. His body joins mine again in a crash. I take the brunt of it having nowhere to go but into the wall, and my breath rushes out of me.
His hand guides my leg over his hip, and it takes everything in me not to buck my pelvis so I can get some kind of friction on my clit.
