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Grayson tilted his head and a humorless smile crossed his face. He approached me slowly, until we were only inches apart. I breathed in and his crisp cologne flew through my nostrils, reminding me that everything about him was expensive.
He smelled like something valuable, angled, and sharp.
He smelled like diamonds.
I was terrified, and turned on, and I wanted everything in front of me. Everything we had wasright there—
His voice was soft, like a purr. His eyes were dark with a dare. “Details, details, Grace. You’ve always caredso muchabout them…”
I furrowed my brow; this was a completely different Grayson than I’d seen last night at the party. Last night, he was putting on a show; in his element. He was the echo of everything rose-colored I remembered.
But now? This was full-blown Prosecuting Attorney Grayson.
Mean Grayson.
I already knew I couldn’t stand up to him, but I had to try.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice and knees weak.
He looked down at me, and my God, even now with him invading my space, I wanted nothing more than for him to wrap his huge arms around me and take me against the wall.
“You’ve been a littleslut,haven’t you Gracie?” he asked lightly, brushing a strand of wet hair from my collarbone. “But that’s unsurprising. You’ve always been a slut. You’ve just been good at hiding it.”
A traitorous pang of desire pulsed through me and my lower lip quivered. I didn’t know what to say—Grayson had never talked to me like this before.
And it was weird, because Ilikedit. As long as it was a game.
But his eyes didn’t say it was a game. His eyes told me he meant what he said.
“Wh... What?”
His dark gray eyes lit up with a wicked delight. “You heard what I said. Or maybe you’re begging me to repeat it? You’ve beenbeggingme to repeat usformonths…”
I was breathing through my nose, trying to make sense of this. This had to be a dream, right?
Grayson leaned down into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “You always harassed me and nagged me to tell you the truth about things… so annoying. You still want the truth? You werenevergood enough for me, Grace.”
He withdrew, then pinned me against the wall. My mind was screaming no, but I couldn’t make my mouth say it. My body wanted him too much.
“Tsk tsk,”he said lightly. “You’re still mine. You’ve always been mine, Sad Girl.”
I melted against the wall when he used that name—that nickname he had for me back in college. Back when he liked me best.
Back when I needed him most.
All of a sudden, I was that Sad Girl in college again. I was weak; helpless. I needed him inside me; I needed him to wrap his arms around me and tell me he loved me.
Maybe one more time and I’d believe it.
He was breathing heavily; lustfully now as he looked down at me, shining a spotlight on all my deepest insecurities. But I could tell in his eyes he still wanted me.
Maybe I was his weakness.
I wanted to be his kryptonite.
It would be so easy to step into that role again…
He chuckled like he just made a mean joke at someone’s expense. “Pathetic,” he said, dragging his thumb along my bottom lip.
