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“Do you think they’ll actually kill her?” I say, my voice small. Not her father, but the monsters who have put a hit on her.
Or maybe it will be her father who kills her first… by deciding not to take her protection seriously.
He doesn’t say anything as he gets out of the car. A few seconds later, he’s opening my door for me and helping me out, our palms brushing together as he offers me a hand and leads me inside.
But once we’re inside, the meeting seems to fade away into a distant memory. I don’t know Grey’s house very well, but I know where we’re going. Maybe it’s a lucky guess, or maybe I know more than I thought, but when we show up at a closed door, his eyes dark with a searching question, I know exactly where we are.
“You could go to your own room,” he says quietly, his tone dipping deeper. “Or you could…” His voice trails off.
My stomach does a little flip inside my chest, my heart racing to a steady but violent pulse in my throat.
I don’t reply. I know what he’s implying, what he’s suggesting without him having to say it, and I reach up and take his chin in mine, rough with stubble from the late night. It’s nearly five in the morning, but my body suddenly couldn’t be more alive.
His gaze meets mine, intense and dark. Filled with promises that I fully intend to let him keep. The stress from the meeting barely an hour ago evaporates as if it was never there, tucked away in the back of my mind for only a few precious hours, hours I don’t have to hesitate to choose how I spend.
When our lips connect, he lets out a deep groan and my mouth parts to let him in as I wrap my hands around his neck and press every inch of his body to mine. His breath becomes my breath as the kiss deepens, lingers, neither of us pulling away until his body stumbles against the door and he’s reaching behind him to turn the knob, pushing the door open.
I don’t think about the fact that I’m in Grey Calvos’s room, my enemy up until less than a day ago when we fucked and ruined ourselves in a bathroom. I don’t think about the fact that my desire is mixed in with something else, something potent and dangerous, a feeling I can’t afford to have for my enemy.
I shove all of that aside because right now, this isn’t about any of that.
It’s about him.
It’s about this strange feeling that’s been inside of me from the moment we slumped down on the bathroom floor, our heads spinning and our bodies still connected.
He breaks away only to groan out, “You’re ruining me, Arden, you’re fucking ruining me.”
Then he’s reaching for his clothes and I’m reaching for mine, working at buttons and zippers with shaking hands. I only realize once my dress is sliding off my body that we’re still wearing the clothes we fucked in at the party, a memory that now seems so distant. Was it really only just a few hours ago? And now here I am, standing in front of him wearing nothing but my wicked red heels and a lacy black thong that makes me ache in all the right places, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Grey’s eyes go wide as they sweep down my body, lingering at the tips of my breasts, the spot between my legs that is already glistening with arousal, then snapping up to my gaze.
The look in his eyes makes my thighs clench.
“Completely naked,” he says hoarsely.
He’s frozen, distracted by me as I step out of my heels, our height difference noticeable now, then I slide my thong off of my body, tossing it aside with my dress.
“Let me help you with that,” I murmur, stumbling towards him. My hands shake as I undo the last buttons on his shirt and pull it over his broad shoulders before reaching for his belt. He hisses as I bump into his hard dick, and I smirk. “You a little worked up there, Grey?”
He glares at me, hands seizing my wrists, stopping me from my mission. I pretend to pout, but inside, my heart drops to my stomach. He looks at like a wolf hunting its prey, but he forgets—he’s not hunting a helpless little creature ready to submit to his whims, he’s hunting a wolf who is hunting him right the fuck back.
I reach up, twisting a hand around his neck. His eyes are dark, hooded. “Let yourself submit, Grey,” I whisper. He leans in, but I don’t let an inch of him touch me aside from my hand on his neck, and the faintest whimper tears from his throat. I’ve got him. “Give into me. Let me help you.”
I tilt my chin and kiss him softly, nibbling at his lip. He stumbles into my touch, and I reach between us for his belt, the metal clattering as I fumble with it and push it through the loop. I slide it aside and with one deft tug, his cock springs free for me, upright and eager.
“Fuck, Arden,” he shudders out as I wrap my hand around him.
I pull away, looking between us at his length in my hands. The sight of it makes my inner walls pulse and clench, needing it buried deep inside of me, making me fall apart. I run my hand across the bead of liquid at his tip, unabashedly admiring his thickness and wondering, Was he really just inside me? Only a few hours ago?
My gaze slides from his cock to his toned chest, then back down to his thighs, muscular and huge. I could come just grinding over that hard body, and I bite back the whimper that tears through my throat as he strokes the huge length himself once, then manages to force my gaze to his without saying a word.
The pulse between us is electric.
“I want you to listen to me, Grey,” I say softly. “I want you to do what I tell you.”
I’m taking a risk. I’m never one to play submissive myself, but I never dominate men in bed, either. There’s just something about him that’s different. I get the feeling that it’s the same for him—if the rumors are to be believed, he never lets a partner take control. He’s always the alpha. But he nods, his throat dipping.
“Get on the bed,” I tell him.
