“One. Two. Three. Three. Two. One,” I whisper into his chest over and over again while the other names are called. By the time he lifts my face, I am calm.
“We’ve got this, okay?”
“Do you want this? Me?” I ask quietly as the other matches talk as well.
“More than you know, Milly. I was fucking dreading seeing you with another man… but now you are mine,” he says.
“I saw Greg…”
“So did I. Adam is watching out. Adrian and Alania know what is going on as well. Not too specifically, but they know there might be issues with the pairing tonight,” he tells me. “You know what’s about to happen, right? Are you ready?”
“I’m crazy, Gray, not stupid,” I laugh.
“You are a brat, Milly,” Grayson says with finality as he grabs my face and kisses me. The world melts away. When we pull back, the first match is already fucking. The woman who is bent over the altar is getting railed by her new husband, and I love that for her. She looks so happy.
I stand with Grayson, and one by one, each match goes through their ceremony and fills the room with moans. When everyone turns to us, a voice cuts through my freshly bloomed happiness.
“I will not allow this!” Greg booms. “I did not permit her to…”
“Milly is twenty-four years old, Mr. Chesterson,” Alania interrupts. “She does not need your permission to enter any program in this institute. You can either sit and watch her ceremony, or get the fuck out. I will not have you make a mockery of this institute with that childish behavior. Milly is not an object, nor is any other woman in this room.”
I go to face him, but Grayson stops me with a kiss. “He can’t hurt you anymore, my love. Only I can,” Grayson says with a wicked smile.
“I apologize for the interruption, Grayson. You two may continue,” Alania says. “Milly, you look stunning. I love that dress.”
“Thank you,” I say with a sweet smile.
“Ready?” Grayson asks me.
“Uh… yeah,” I say.
Grayson holds my waist and steps me up to the altar. I focus on his hands, and nothing else. He nudges me forward so that I bend at the waist over the surface. I rest on my forearms and drop my head to avoid having to see Greg. He is sitting withMom, almost directly in front of me. His face is the last thing I want to see right now.
I move my feet apart, and Grayson pushes my dress up to my waist. I sigh softly when he squeezes my ass, but gasp when he pushes two of his very large fingers into my pussy. I am so fucking turned on for this man, and now he knows just how much he affects me. I move up to my hands, and he leans in to whisper in my ear.
“I am not a gentle man, Milly. Not in that club, and not with my wife,” he rumbles as he slowly fucks me with his fingers. “You are my perfect match… The woman built to take the pain I love to inflict. Remember that I love you, but I am about to make you doubt me.”
“Challenge accepted,” I say quietly as he pulls his fingers out of me. “He’s already angry with… Give him another reason to be angry.”
Grayson grabs hold of my hips, and with one violent thrust, he slams his cock inside of me, causing a loud, feral moan to rack from my throat. He is so fucking big that it hurts. The way he stretches my pussy open to accommodate his size is absolute insanity alone, but how deep he pushes into me and the ripples of pain that fill my belly tell me that the test was so fucking right. He is perfect.
Grayson immediately sets a pace where he is fucking me hard, fast, and deep. There is no damn way I can contain my pleasure, and I don’t want to. Having him buried inside of me makes me feel invincible. I push my hips back to meet his force, and Iwhimper at the pain that surges through my pelvis. I match his rhythm, and it’s fucking addictive the way the pain and pleasure mingle.
How ironic that the same man who has vowed to help me heal mentally is going to be the one to break me with his dick.
I have come so many times now, I can hardly think. Grayson grabs my throat and turns my head to kiss me hard as he rails into me. I whimper, and my legs tremble, but I never want this to end. His kiss tastes like sadistic pleasure and happiness.
Grayson breaks our kiss when he slams into me harder as he tightens his grip on my throat to the point that I can’t breathe. I continue to push my hips back to take his cock harder while my eyes roll back in my head. Just as I am about to come, he allows me to breathe, and I explode.
“Oh fuck, Grayson,” I moan loudly in perfect harmony as we come. I can feel the way his cock pulsates inside of me as he drains his cock deep in my cunt.
Instead of pulling out of me, he turns my face and kisses me. “My sweet little masochist… I never knew I needed someone so much until I was inside you.”
“Greg is going to fucking kill me, but loving you is worth dying for,” I say breathlessly as he pulls my dress down and turns me around. Only now am I seeing that he is pierced. I thought I felt it, but I was so dazed. “The feral urge to go to my knees and suck you clean…”
“Fuck, you are incredible,” he groans as he kisses me again. “Let’s go home, Milly.”
“What about my stuff?” I ask. He throws his hand up to someone behind me, and I hear Adam’s voice. “Tell Greg we need to talk.”
