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Okay, that was not what I thought he was going to say. He’s wrong, though—it’s not his fault. He didn’t sell me to Harvey, his father did. I know now that it was never his fault.
“Greyson, come back. Lay down with me.” I plead for him to just be with me, but instead of listening, he just continues to pace. “Greyson, I’m here, aren’t I? I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
He scoffs at my response. “How do you know that? Fuck, it’s not like I’ve been giving you much of a choice since I saw you at the library. Yet again, I’m forcing your hand.”
His words cause my blood to boil, turning sadness into irritation. Sliding off the bed, I stomp over and stand directly behind him with my hands on my hips.
“No,” I command. “You don’t get to do this. You’re not going to shut me out and turn your back on me because you’re busy wallowing in self-pity. Were the last nine years of my life torture? Yes. But am I happy where I am in this moment? Also yes. So don’t you dare leave me again. I’m here, being vulnerable with you—you don’t get to walk away. Turn around and face me,right now.”
Angry tears slip out the corner of my eyes. He doesn’t get to push me away because he feels guilty. I won’t allow it. We finally have our chance and I won’t let him—or myself—rip it away just because the emotional baggage we both carry is too heavy.
He spins on his heel, rushing into my space. The fire blazing in his eyes makes me gulp loudly, and his closeness causes me to take a few steps back. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp, but not so much that it hurts.
I still at his touch, as it tries to pull me back into all of the past memories of the men who have hurt me before. Greyson doesn’t notice, but I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm.
This is Greyson. He’s not going to hurt you.
I remind myself over and over again that even with his anger taking over, I’m still not afraid of him. In my heart, I know he’d truly never hurt me, and my body finally relaxes against his hold, knowing it’s the truth.
“You want this broken memory of the boy you used to know? You want this monster that rages inside of me? Can you handle that, angel?” He presses into me, his erection digging into my stomach. His hot breath lands on my skin, causing me to shiver.
I was confused about this side of him earlier. Hell, I’ve been confused since the day he walked into the library. But I’m not now.
“I want it all, Greyson... Every part of your broken soul, even the devil that simmers under your skin.” I stare deep into his eyes, refusing to waver. My heart feels like it’s going to explode from the tension rising between us. The air in the room is thick and furious, and a bead of sweat rolls down my back.
Lowering his head to my ear, he whispers, “You’re mine, and mine only. I’ll kill any man who dares lay a finger on this pretty little body of yours. Do you understand?”
I nod my head in agreement at his possessive words. I have no interest in other men; I’m not sure I could ever let another man touch me, and make me feel the way Greyson does. It’s a weird feeling to have, knowing that right now he’s touching me roughly, which would usually have me shutting down. But beneath Greyson’s calloused palms, I only feel safety and pleasure.
He releases my throat and grabs my ass with both hands, lifting me so I can wrap my legs around him. Bringing my arms around his neck, I thread my fingers through his hair.
As our eyes connect, the last remaining ounce of control we have disappears. Every painful memory over the last nine years washes away, as my mind is wrapped around the idea of Greyson and I. God, I’m so turned on right now that it’s becoming increasingly hard to focus on anything but the thought of him inside me.
Our mouths crash together, frantically trying to taste that sweet oblivion of pain. He presses his body against mine, his hard cock rubbing against my core, before he moves to the bed, laying me down.
His fingers slide under the hem of his shirt that I’m wearing, his lust-filled eyes on mine as he raises it above my head. If I would’ve known it was going to come off so quickly, I never would’ve put it on.
Pushing my body back, he hovers over me, placing kisses along my neck and collarbone. He gently glides his hands down my body, grabbing onto my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingertips. His mouth moves down to find one pebbled nipple, causing a soft moan to fall from my lips.
“Grey, I need you inside of me. Now.”
“Are you sure? We can take it slow still? I don’t want to rush you.” Although I can see his need to be inside of me as clear as day, he’s checking to make sure I’m alright before going any further. His sweet understanding has my heart fluttering inside my chest.
I’m ready. I want him more than anything. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure.”
“Anything for you, angel. Anything.” He pulls back from me, dropping his boxers to the ground once again. I open my legs wider, letting him take in my full body, showing him just how ready I am for him.
“I’ll never get tired of looking at that pretty pussy. Baby, you’re everything.”
His loving words have desire washing over me. I wiggle my hips, unable to contain my need for him, and he lines up his thick cock with my entrance. Grabbing my hips, he slowly glides inside of me, filling me inch by thick inch. I wrap my legs around his waist just above his perfectly toned ass, pulling him closer to me.
I know I just had this delicious cock down my throat, but feeling him inside of me, he’s so much bigger than I could’ve anticipated. It feels like he was made just for me.
“You’re so tight, angel. Your little pussy wraps perfectly around my cock.” He gently pulls out of me, grinding his hips in and out in a slow rhythm. He moves like he never wants this to end, like he wants it to last forever.
I don’t want this to end either.
He leans over me, meeting my swollen lips with his. Giving me a passionate kiss, he worships me as he makes love to my body.
