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Painfully gratifying.
He might be fucking me for his pleasure, but that doesn’t stop the orgasm he unleashes in me. Grunting and gnawing at the gag, I pull painfully hard against the bindings around my wrists. The release shoots through me so hard that my body trembles as he continues to unrelentingly thrust into me.
“Fuck, kitten.” He continues his demanding strokes, grunting his words through his labored breaths. “You feel so fucking good when you come around my cock. So fucking good that I’m going to make you do it again as I fill you with my cream.”
His hips pound against my ass, the repeated sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the hallway. The rapid slaps nearly drown out the feral noises spewing from us both. My screams are muffled by the wet fabric in my mouth as my pussy clenches around his length. Driving into me a final time, I feel his hips erratically twitch against me as he holds true to his word—filling me with his cum before withdrawing from me.
Standing behind me, he unbinds each of my wrists. My shoulders throb, pain radiating down my arms as I lower each to my sides.
“That sweet cunt between your thighs is fucking addicting, kitten.” He places a heartless kiss against my temple andwhispers into my ear, “Ensure you clean yourself up. I don’t feel like fucking a cum-filled cunt when I return.”
I breathe deeply as he walks away and close my eyes. Fighting back the tears I can feel welling behind my lids, I untie the knot behind my head and pull the wet gag from my mouth.
He told you himself, Abby…this isn’t a fairytale.
He’s not going to magically become Prince Charming and sweep you off your feet.
Grant is horrid.
A monster.
One of the cruelest men I’ve ever met. Yet his words and actions repeatedly slice through my heart. As hard as I try to fight it, I’m falling for him.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
GRANT
Leaving Abigail in the hallway, I head upstairs to take a quick shower. Edmund will be expecting me shortly.
Reaching the landing, I pause.
An unfamiliar feeling washes over me—guilt, maybe?
But for what?
I’ve had more women than I can count, and not one of them has made me question myself like she does.
Not even Stephanie.
Waiting for the water to warm in the shower, I feel Abigail join me in the bathroom.
“What, kitten?” I question with my back to her as I check the temperature of the water.
“Can I join you, sir?” Her voice is soft and timid. “To make sure my cleanliness meets your approval?”
I gesture for her to enter the large walk-in shower, but I can’t help but ponder her actual intentions.
I can’t give her what she wants.
I’ve tried that once before.
It ended with a child I didn’t want and a dead wife.
Stepping into the shower, I am overwhelmed with the intoxicating scent of her nectarine and honey-scented body wash.
A deliciously, sweet smell that lingers on her skin well after she bathes.
