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“Grayson,” she cried.

“I’ve waited a long time for this, Luce,” he said, dragging his eyes slowly down her naked body. “I want to take my sweet time.”

She breathed in quick gasping breaths. He looked at her as if wondering where to begin.

Grayson started with her mouth, kissing her hard enough to bruise. He touched her nowhere else, even as she arched up to meet him. Then he pulled away, and the knot holding her hands in place forced her back to the bed.

The resistance only made her ache for him more. She was panting then, unable to bear it as the silk scarf rubbed against her wrists. She squeezed her legs together, but it did nothing to comfort her swollen folds.

She had never needed a dick so badly. She needed him inside her, fucking her. Now.

Seeing how she was writhing for him, he smiled. He approached, running a finger down her throat, between her breasts, down to her stomach, stopping just above where she was pulsating.

She lifted her hips to make contact, but he touched her for only the briefest second before pulling away. Her entire body felt like it was lit with flames. She burned and ached.

“Grayson!” she snapped. She was going to kill him.

Her chest heaved, and he brought his hands to her breasts, squeezing, then pinching hard.

“Grayson!” she screamed, unsure how much more she could take.

She had no idea how he was lasting this long. His erection was huge, but he seemed to be more interested in torturing her than in getting himself off.

Until finally—finally—his hands slid down to her waist, then lower, curving around her hips before coming over her thighs. He spread her legs open and hovered just above her, settling between her knees.

“Ready?” he asked, voice husky. His gaze met hers, his blue eyes clear.

She nodded. “Please.”

He finally entered her with his tip, hardly an inch inside her, but it was enough to make her eyes roll back. She moaned at the contact.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, breath against her throat. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast, make you scream? Or should I fuck you nice and slow, make you beg for it? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Make me scream.”

He thrust inside of her, making her do just that, again and again and again.

It was a good thing that the soundproof spell was up because Grayson made good on his promise: He really did fuck her until she screamed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Lucy

Lucy spent the next few weeks in bliss.

They stole kisses at the store, not wanting Charles to find out yet. Though Lucy was certain he could tell because they were both so giddy, often disappearing for breaks at the same time.

Luckily, Charles didn’t ask. Lucy wasn’t sure how to tell her beloved grandfather figure that she was getting the life railed out of her daily, but Grayson had no similar shame about his grandfather finding out.

He was reading at the store one day, and when she called him over for help, he said, “Just a second.”

He pulled a scrap of lace out of his pocket, and she recognized it as her underwear. With a wicked smile, he put it into his book, using it as a bookmark.

“You’re ridiculous,” she told him, laughing.

She didn’t think she’d laughed this much in her entire life.

She was laughing again that night. He had fantastic arms, and she bit him often, leaving little teeth marks in the skin. That night, as they lay naked in her bed, satisfied and sore, he looked down at one such mark, running a finger over it.