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Whether her panties match.
Fuck.
My dick hardens at just the sight of her fucking bra strap, like a teenage boy. There’s definitely something wrong with me. Of course, it’s in an uncomfortable position, pressing right against my zipper. When she turns her back to me to lay her jacket over the chair, I quickly adjust myself.
“So…” She draws the word out, before taking her bottom lip between her teeth. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but I was fucking wrong.
I take a step toward her and cup her cheek. “Thank you for coming.”
Her golden hazel eyes stare right into my soul. “Kiss me, Greyson,” she whispers, surprising me.
“You don’t have to tell me twice, angel.” I slam my lips against hers. Time stops as our mouths meet, and I can’t think straight. Her warm, soft lips caress mine perfectly. The way she kisses me makes me even more sure that we’re meant to be together.
I slide my hands down her waist and over her hips without breaking the kiss. They move to her ass and then down the backs of her thighs, before I lift her off the ground and set her on the edge of the desk, knocking the glass off. Lainey tries to break the kiss when it shatters on the floor, but I grab her lip with my teeth, forcing her to stay.I can deal with that shit tomorrow.I feel a soft apology murmured against my lips, but I ignore it and keep kissing her luscious mouth.
Lainey wraps her arms around my neck, deepening our kiss. I grab her ass and pull her closer, rubbing my body against hers. My erection fits perfectly against her warm core.
Fuck, that feels good.
A sexy moan escapes her as she bucks her hip, causing even more friction against my dick. Her hands fall to grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it up, motioning for me to take it off. I break the kiss, smirking at her before I yank my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the chair—exposing my entire past to her.
The lazy smile on her face falls when my scars catch her attention. Her eyes slowly roam from my chest down to my stomach, over scars I’ve had since I was thirteen, as well as the new ones from a couple weeks ago.
“Greyson…”
I know what’s coming. She knew my father wasn’t a good guy, but this is the first time she’s seeing the evidence of his attacks.
"Angel.”
“What happened, Greyson?” Her eyes look up into mine, and I see tears brimming.
Well, that’s a boner killer.I don’t want to feel her pity right now. It’s not worth it.
“It’s fine, angel. We don’t have to talk about this.” I try to kiss her again to get off this topic, but she turns her cheek before I can, obviously not wanting to let this go.
“But I want to know… Please. Tell me what happened to you.” Her hands come up to rest on my chest, gently caressing the marks of my trauma.
Knowing I won’t win this one, I let out a sigh and give in. “My father happened.” My head falls forward, and my eyes close.
“What did he do, Grey?” she whispers, as she places her hand gently on my cheek. The desperation in her voice makes me want to tell her everything.
“He wanted to make me into the next Richard Nash—a successful, disgusting sex trafficker. He wanted that legacy so badly that he would punish me every time I defied him.”
She drops her hand back to my chest, and starts rubbing gentle circles over my scars. Her touch calms me, and it makes me feel good to know that she isn’t afraid of them.
“Keep going,” she encourages.
“He’d drag me to the woods on the outskirts of Craibridge, chain me to a tree, and then stab and hit me until I passed out... No one could ever hear me scream.”
A gasp leaves her mouth. “I knew that he beat you, but I didn’t know his abuse went that far.”
I lift my head, man up, and look her in the eye. “Those weren’t my only punishments. He’d take me out there sometimes so I could do the same thing to other people—he wanted me to learn his ways. I had to do it or he’d punish me worse than ever. I never wanted to do it, but eventually, I got used to it and it became second nature to me. I’ve done terrible things to people who didn’t deserve it.”
“What did you do?” There’s no sense of fear in her voice, which encourages me to continue.
“You’ll hate me even more when I tell you,” I whisper. I feel an actual physical pain in my chest at the thought of her leaving me after I tell her, but I don’t think keeping it from her will help anything. This is what I wanted—for her to love me for all that I am. I have to tell her the truth.
“I don’t hate you, Greyson. Nothing you tell me will make me think any differently.”
