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“I do,” she finally says, letting out a long exhale. “Although, I’m ashamed to say not a lot of it. I was still healing from the gunshot wound to my shoulder, so I was heavily medicated throughout our time there. Any time I was lucid enough to stay awake, I was either on the phone or talking to our social worker to get us out of that place. I know I wasn’t there for you as much as I should have been. That’s on me. You hated it there so much, and I wasn’t able to make the time there for you more bearable, too concerned about getting us out. I’m sorry.”
I shake my head even though she can’t see me. “No, Layla. That’s not why I’m calling. I don’t want you to feel bad or have any guilt regarding what happened at the home. You did your best, all things considered.”
“Did something happen there?” she questions apprehensively.
“Not to me. At least, I don’t think so. I can’t remember,” I answer truthfully. “And it might be all in my head, but I really need the name of the home, Layla. Do you remember it at all?”
“Mercy Village Group Home,” she replies without missing a beat, sending a cold shiver down my spine. “That’s what it was called. Mercy Village Group Home.”
The confirmation brings tears to my eyes, and my whole body trembles.
“Zoey, please tell me what’s going on. Why are you bringing this up now after all these years?”
“Are you sure?” I whisper. “Are you a hundred percent sure?”
“Yes. Now please, Zoey. You’re frightening me.” As the words leave her mouth, I see a shadow under the bedroom door.
“Don’t be, big sis. I’ve got this handled. I love you.” I hang up the phone, locking eyes with the man I love who has lied to me from day one.
Gray doesn’t say a word as he steps into the room, approaching me like a predator who has set his eyes on his favorite prey.
“Who were you on the phone with?” he growls, ripping the wet towel off me and pushing me down onto the bed.
“My sister,” I reply as his eyes scour over every inch of my naked body.
“Pretty late for a phone call, don’t you think?” he says, kicking my legs apart and inching himself between them.
“I could say the same thing about you. Pretty late to come home, don’t you think?” I parrot as he lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder and starts kissing and nibbling my ankle.
“Work took longer than expected.” He smirks, and God, even though I want to claw his eyes out for lying to me, my pussy instantly grows wet with want. I lick my lips as he continues to kiss the inside of my leg, noticing that although his shirt has some blood spatter on it, the rest of him looks freshly showered.
“If you’re going to take a shower at your kill’s home, maybe you should take a change of clothes with you next time,” I goad, scooting my ass closer to the edge of the bed.
“I’ll make a note of it,” he murmurs before sinking his teeth into my flesh.
My body arches up from the mattress, my eyelids closing of their own accord as he feasts on my sensitive skin. It’s only when he flips me around so that I’m on hands and knees that I open my eyes.
“I need you. Now,” he growls, slapping my ass cheek.
“Are you asking for my permission?” I taunt, looking over my shoulder just to catch a small glimpse of the lustful expression on his face. “Then here’s your permission,” I add breathlessly, rubbing my ass on the hard length of his crotch, my juices starting to drip down my thighs.
Another loud slap hits my ass, and I squirm in delight. I hear my wolf pull down his zipper just before I feel his callused hand wrap around my throat, squeezing my windpipe.
“I’m going to ride you long and hard, little doe, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”
I nod, sucking his thumb into my warm mouth as his other hand goes to my center and starts toying with my clit. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his deft fingers play with me until my legs begin to shake. As if he has an instruction manual on how to best coax an orgasm out of me, he stops his ministrations to thrust two of his digits into my cunt.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. I could probably fit my whole fist into this drenched pussy,” he threatens, my core leaking on his fingers, taking his words as a challenge it wants to excel at. As if having a link to my depraved thoughts, he adds another finger, followed by another.
“Argh!” I scream when his hand is fully seated inside me, thrusting into me like a man gone mad.
Sweat pours down my forehead, drenching the sheet beneath me as I rock back and forth at a hectic pace, feeling so full that I might cry.
“Jesus, little doe. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking perfect,” he growls, releasing his hold on my throat so he can prime my forbidden hole that’s been taunting him. Through all my moans and gasps for air, I still hear Gray opening his bedside table, and when he spreads a cool gel all over the rim of my ass and his fingers, my core clenches around his digits.
“I’ll have all of you. All of you belongs to me. Say it, little doe,” he begs before lightly priming the rim.
“Yes,” I pant excitedly. “All of me belongs to you. Now and forever.”
