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He cupped my face a lil harder than was necessary, ensuring he had my full attention. “You’re the only woman I would get down on my knees and bow to.”
“Grimm—.”
He shut me up with his mouth on mine, tearin the fabric of my underwear as he removed them.
“You said you didn’t need those words Brat, but you deserve them, and you only deserved to hear them if I meant that shit.” He pulled back, makin sure he had my eyes. “And I do. Whatever version of yourself you want to be. I’m going to love the fuck out of you, always.”
“You’re gonna make me cry,” I mumbled.
“Think I already did,” he smiled, slowly lickin the tears from my cheeks. “Do I need to make it better?” he teased, unclasping my bra.
I cupped his face, pressin a light kiss on the tip of his nose. “I love you Grimm, needed to remind you of that, and yes, I think I’m owed some sex. After you tell me how Noah’s goin to die in that box.”
He pulled his cock out and brought me closer, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I knew he could feel how wet I was for him. I felt it on my thighs. He positioned one hand a little above my head on the mirror attached to the dresser, and grasped my thigh with the other.
“He’s either dead already, or, the more likely option,” he slowly pushed inside me, capturing my low groan in his mouth. “He’s going to drown in his own blood as it fills up his lungs.”
He began to fuck me, biting down hard on my shoulder. I grasped that perfect, toned ass of his beggin him to go deeper.
Liftin his hand, he grabbed my neck, and slammed me backward, never losing his momentum. Somethin fell off the dresser, breaking as it hit the floor.
I heard the mirror crack, and slowly splinter due to the force of our bodies movin together. The first shard fell soon after.
“Ow,” I hissed, feelin an exposed edge dig into my skin.
I instinctively moved forward, but Grimm shoved me back, holding me in place.
“Grimm—.” I began, feelin the blood trickle down my flesh.
He grabbed my wrists tightly, stretching them above my head, pinning them to the broken mirror before saying, “Shut the fuck up and take it.”
The deviant, savage look in his eyes had me doin just that.
He drove in and out of me relentlessly, stretching me, destroying me. The louder I cried out, the harder he fucked me. He didn’t slowly take me to the edge; he shoved me over it again, and again.
I came so much my eyes leaked tears. There was no relief, just steady constant tension and my pussy contracting around him. The pleasure shredded me.
I began struggling to catch my breath.
He lifted me up and carried me to bed, droppin me down bloody back in all, ridin my body the rest of the night.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The remaining days leading up to the meeting were perfect; the day of the meetin things kinda went to shit.
The damn thing only lasted maybe twenty minutes. Five of those were spent in silence, ten roughly in shock; the other ten were brief negations and high emotions.
Vitus arrived punctually, eleven in the morning, to be exact.
He wasn’t the problem, though. Well, he was but not in the way I would’ve thought.
He came with information and a confidence.
I sat beside Grimm in the dining room, our delegated meetin spot. Cali was beside me, and Romero was at the head of the table.
Acolytes stood on the offense and defense, watching for the slightest hint of a threat from him or any of the four men he’d brought along.
