My body curves toward his touch, my fingers going to his hair, nails tracing his scars—and I clench around him.
He groans, curling his fingers inside me. “Your body tells the truth, even if you refuse to,” he breathes over me. Those deceptively beautiful eyes hold me bound to him as he licks over me.
Every stroke of his tongue sets my blood aflame, my body trembling as he brings me right to the brink before he pulls away. I cling to the last dregs of my control as he tightens his hold and bites into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, eliciting a breathy moan.
“I’m inside you now, under your skin,” he says, fingerspushing deeper. “I want to break you, so I can piece you back together.”
I shiver at the promise held in his threat, and when he rises and lowers himself over me, I can’t hide my torn emotions from him.
He brushes my hair from my eyes, the action so tender it steals my breath. “You’re my match.”
I shiver at his words, the conviction I read in his eyes.
“Does that terrify you,” he whispers.
“Yes.”
A cruel smile slants his mouth. “You think I’m sick.”
I swallow. “Yes.”
He is sick—and yet, he’s all I can feel…all Iwantto feel.
It’s ecstasy, and it’s hell.
I’m burning.
His tongue drifts across his lip as he pushes my bra down to touch me, and I arch against him, greedily pressing into his palm, letting the hellfire consume. He releases a low growl, fingers still deep inside and expertly working me closer to the edge as his other hand feels across my breast, tugs at my nipple. At my sharp cry, his restraint comes undone. His fingers fuck me harder, ruthlessly plunging deeper.
Inhibitions burned away, my body betrays me with each moan and undulation as I seek release. I’ve never been this exposed to anyone, and I crave to lose myself to him in this one moment because soon…
Grayson will be gone.
An ember of guilt flickers into the mounting pleasure—but I’ve already set my world on fire to indulge this one stolen moment. My mind clings to this refuge, knowing it’s the only way I’ll escape him.
He senses the moment I let go completely and shifts above me, his hand closing around my neck. His fingers thrust deep, his thumb pressing relentlessly against my clit. “Say it,London. Tell me who you are—admit your fucking truth to me.”
He never stops stroking, caressing the ache building inside me, his grip tightening around my throat until I’m breathless. The erotic sensations swallow me, pulling me under, and I want to taste the freedom just once.
“Killer,” I whisper.
Baring this truth unleashes a wave of pleasure. Fire courses through me, searing my muscles and liquefying my bones, the orgasm consuming as it tears through me like wildfire.
Grayson’s deep groan vibrates against my skin as his mouth finds the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder. His teeth sink into my skin as I arch into his hand, shamelessly grinding against him as I ride the last euphoric tremors.
As I come down, my senses slowly returning to me, the heavy fall of our breath is loud in the quiet room. I crash back into reality, realizing with a sobering dread what we’ve done.
Grayson strokes my neck, tenderly inspecting the mark he’s left behind. “I see you, London,” he whispers. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His lips brush mine in a slow, claiming kiss—a stark contrast to the intensity we just experienced.
My body and mind feel over sensitized, raw from his abrasive touch.
For a heartbeat, I allow our tongues to tangle. My hand presses to his chest, feeling the thunderous rhythm of his heart against my palm. When he thrusts the hard length of himself between my legs, reigniting my arousal, I turn away and break the kiss.
“No,” I say, drawing my shirt together. “This is done.”
As I retreat toward the edge of the desk, his hands slam down on either side of me, trapping me in place. “You’re scared, but this is far from done. The moment you say it aloud, there’s no going back, London. Once it’s unleashed, you can’t lock the monster back up.”
Despite Sadie’s warning of this exact, frightening outcome, I meet his eyes with defiance. “Watch me.”
