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“She is sick, but apart from that…” he trailed off, searching my eyes, “…my wife—” he declared possessively, “is loyal tome. I’m theonlyman in her eyesand in herheart, and that’s the greatest gift a wife could ever give to her husband—notvirginity, money or privilege. You couldlearna thing or two from her.” He made sure to emphasize on words that went straight into my heart.
It could possibly be from the penetrating way he looked at me, or the way he harshly delivered those words, however something powerful took hold of me. I simply followed its lead by stepping closer to him, tiptoeing and roughly capturing his lips. For a second, I was paralyzed to have him on my lips then desire took over, washing my common sense away as I kissed him deeper.
He had barely begun to respond back when I felt the aching need to part from him before I started bawling my eyes out. “You were…”I searched for the perfect word to describe how much he meant to me. I wasn’t like Edith, but I sure did love him, too; though I had never said it out loud. “Myeverything.”And you will always have my heart, I silently added before I took my leave, mustering some composure before his voice stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I paused, slowly twirling to face him. “I’m going back inside the house to sleep—” I started, stuttering when he began walking towards me. “Grey—” a small squeak came out of my lips before he devoured them in one go.
“One more…” he groaned into my lips as I matched his passion, dizzy from the hungered need his kisses showed me. His hands cupped, caressed and groped me. I didn’t even have the chance to complain when he ripped my dress in half while kissing me. He then lifted me up and curled my legs around his hips. His fingers opened my slit before he gradually slid me down, lowering me to his body before I felt his shaft gradually slide into me.
A low grumbling sound came out of his chest as he kissed me so harshly I tasted blood, his and mine, but it didn’t stop him from giving me these heady, punishing kisses. “I need you—just once—” he wretchedly said as he started thrusting into me. The angle was acute, leaving me vulnerable from his onslaught without any cover. His thrusts were so deep I could’ve sworn his balls were buried in me because I hadn’t felt this full—this stretched out—before.
This was typical Grey—crazy and out of this world—but he had never taken me without consideration. This man felt like he was pounding all his emotions into me, unleashing all his hate and other feelings he couldn’t express into each thrust, making me fully aware ofwhowas taking me, taking pleasure in my body.
“I’m going to nut in your pussy so that stupid fucker can’t eat you out—or fuck you.” He pushed me against the wall, taking me harder than before. “You want me to cream all over you…in you?”
Fuck. He was crazy, and yet, I had never seen him this sexy. He was getting territorial. I knew I shouldn’t feel happy, yet something inside me blossomed at his possessive display of dominance.
“Do whatever you want. Just, don’t stop.”
“Olivia,” he groaned out just how he used to.
The sound of my name on his lips, as if I was the woman he loved—as if I was the only woman for him—brought tears to my eyes. It was tricky and quite delusional at best, but for this short space in time, I let myself think that he did. Even if it was just for a short, little while.
CHAPTER52
Grey
Her tears unitedwith our lips as we kissed, which hadn’t parted once from the second I took her lips, kissing her until I was out of my mind. I had successfully kept my distance and even had a small congratulatory win when I managed to back out even when my thumb was testing her slickness. What took me by surprise were her words. Even if they were lies, hearing her say it did something to me. And for a second, the hate lifted off me and the lust took control of my body.
I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feelher. For the last time, I wanted a memory of it. To say my goodbyes. After all, I had loved her at one point.
This body was once mine, and no man had ever felt himself inside her before me. How many men had there been now? Or had it just been Liam? Even thinking his name flared another dose of anger in me.
I thrust harder, deeper into her wet core until the tip of my cock hit the opening of her cervix. Then I continued taking her harder from there on. Her sharp gasps and cries were muted out by my lips. Her nails dug into my skin as she bravely took my cock and its roaring wrath. I waited for her to tell me to stop, but it never came. She was wet, her cunt dripping, yet I knew she was experiencing the finely threaded balance of pleasure and pain. I once treated her like a delicate flower, but she wasn’t so delicate any more.
She was here with her boyfriend, who was sleeping soundly upstairs while she let me fuck her brains out. What kind of woman would do that? I was almost positive she had done this behind my back.
I shouldn’t have touched her, but she had looked too tempting in her short cotton wear. I came back here after I made sure Edith had fallen asleep because I needed to clear my head. Usually, it was the plateau I went to, but tonight, I somehow felt the need to come back here and take glimpses at her window where I could see what she was up to.
After all, I had witnessed Liam going down on her while she cried out with pleasure.
Olivia Taylor… how I hate you.
ChapterFifty-Three
Grey madea small final push before he pulled himself out of me. The moment he did, I immediately felt the rush of liquid gathering in between my legs. His immediate withdrawal wasn’t just physical, I felt him pull out emotionally, too. Since he’d already gotten what he wanted, he didn’t need to do much else.
Standing here naked with my slip torn to shreds, pooling at my feet, I felt beyond vulnerable—more like unarmed in a middle of a battle with no sword or armor to speak of and anyone could easily puncture a wound or bleed me dry.
His back faced me as he tugged his hair on the side before releasing a wretched sigh.
I wanted to reach out, hold him close and never let go. Every single atom in me screamed at him—for him to tell me that we were going to be okay, that he’d do anything for us to be together again…
“Grey… please don’t block me out.” I wasn’t sure if he felt guilty for sleeping with me because he hated me so much or was it because he felt like a cheater?
He spun around to face me, seeming quite relaxed. “Thank you…”
