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He chuckles. “Maybe next year you can blackmail our QB into fucking you.”
Indignation causes me to sputter. Grant laughs before reaching out and grabbing my wrist. Before I can jerk it away, he pulls me closer to him. Indecently close.
“Grant…” I whisper anxiously, looking around to double check our surroundings.
“You’re fine, dollface. I’ve gone nearly a week without seeing you, and it’s very unsettling. You know you’re more than welcome to just show up at our apartment whenever you want to be played with.”
I bark out a single, “Ha.”
Grant doesn’t approve of my response, if I’m to go off the way his pupils narrow and nostrils flare. His grip tightens around my wrist as he turns and pushes open the stairwell door and drags me with him.
“Grant, what—” Before I can finish, he slams my back up against the wall just beside the door and under the massive spiral staircase and presses his body against mine. Anyone could come down the stairs or walk in to go up them and find us like this. This is bad, really bad. Grant doesn’t seem to care though. Leaning down, he growls into my ear,
“You can laugh all you want, but until your pussy stops dripping as it desperately aches for our dicks, don’t tell me you don’t enjoy our time together, dollface.”
My gasp is cut off as his lips slam against mine. His hands come up underneath my shirt to push up my bra and to paw at my breasts. I whimper as he pinches my nipples and rolls them between his fingers. He bites my bottom lip hard, causing me to cry out, before forcing his tongue into my mouth. Despite the pain, my body responds swiftly. A hard quiver of disgust and resentment is chased off as it’s followed by a tidal wave of desire.
Grant’s knee comes up between my legs and applies pressure to my clit. To my horror, I groan and roll my hips against it, searching for some friction. Grant’s fingers tease and twist my nipples until they’re hardened peaks. When he’s satisfied at how hard they get, he pulls away from my mouth, to lift up my shirt and snag my right nipple between his teeth. When he sucks hard, I cry out. The sound echoes in the stairwell. I swallow back another as his tongue caresses the nipple and his fingers tease the other. My hips continue to rock against his thigh.
“I hate you,” I groan as my pleasure builds.
At that, Grant pulls away from me. I should be relieved, but I’m not. My mouth opens to cry out, but Grant’s hands are suddenly back on me. They fall to my waist, turn me around, and he snarls.
“Hands on the wall.”
I do as I’m told immediately. Grant yanks down my pants and panties from my hips with ease. I gasp in surprise, but it’s cut off as one hand snakes around and goes back to fondling my breast while his other hand comes around and slides between my legs. Two fingers slide deep into my pussy with absolutely no resistance, and wet slopping sounds follow. My eyes roll up as I moan.
“Do you really hate me, dollface?” Grant asks as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
I can’t stop the way my hips bend back and push into his pelvis.
“I don’t think you do. In fact, I think you love this. Being manhandled, being told what to do, it excites you,” he hisses before biting my neck hard. I bite back a cry of pain. At the same time, my pussy clenches tight around his fingers. He chuckles. “I came tonight to remind you who you belong to. It’s not just Jason, do you understand? You belong to the three of us. And if you’re thinking about leaving Groveton, just remember we’re quite capable of finding you wherever you go.”
Before I can tell him to go fuck himself, his thumb circles my clit. My orgasm comes on quickly, tearing through my body so hard that I’m convulsing into Grant’s chest. The sound of my groan hides behind my lips as I try to keep from making too much noise. When my orgasm finally subsides, Grant withdraws his hand and spins me back around. The hand that was on my breast moves to my hair where he grabs a handful of strands and uses them to force me to my knees.
“Grant!”
He stares down at me, his expression void of any emotion. Without breaking eye contact, he lifts up his other hand to show me my arousal coating his fingers. Humiliation wells up and brings tears with it.
“Does this look like hate?” he asks softly. “Because to me, it doesn’t. But maybe it tastes like it. Tell me, what does hate taste like?” He brings his fingers to my lips. “Open.”
My nose crinkles as I try to turn away. “No, that’s—”
He shoves his fingers into my mouth while I try to protest. He pushes all the way back, so much so that I gag and choke.
“Taste that, dollface?That’sthe taste of a woman who is properly owned and used. Not a woman whohatesher situation. Remember that the next time you want to spout nonsense.”
Grant withdraws his hand from my mouth and hair at the same time. I gasp and sputter for air. I fall to my hands as I try not to dry heave all over the tile floor.
“I’ll see you around.”
As I move to get to my feet, Grant opens the door and disappears. Quickly, I pull up my pants, fix my blouse, and take a second to make sure my breathing is back to normal before I follow. As I walk to the break room, the idea to go out to a bar vanishes. Forcing myself not to cry from both despair and fury, I finish up in the back quickly and head home to drink myself into oblivion.
Fourteen
On Saturday, I keep busy.
I dive into the world of real estate here in the Texas area. From classes to the different brokers in the area to the trends of the market, I study it all. By Saturday evening, I’m all studied up. I’m pretty sure I could take the state test now and pass with flying colors.
