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Cupping my cheek, he turns my head upward so I have no option but to look into the dark abyss that is his eyes. But now, they’re filled with something I can’t place. Compassion, maybe? Regret? I guess I’ll never know, because I refuse to ask.
“Look at me and breathe. You can do it, Zo.”
More tears fall, it’s like now that the dam is broken, everything comes pouring out of me. A sob breaks free, followed by a wounded noise that sounds more like it belongs to an animal rather than a human.
Slowly, so slowly I barely notice it, he lowers his hand until it’s resting around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze or apply pressure, he just keeps it there. For once, it doesn’t feel threatening, rather like a reminder—a tether holding me in place.
“Kiss me,” I sob. When he doesn’t comply, instead tilts his head to the side, studying me like I’m an exotic animal, I repeat my demand. “I said, kiss me.”
Gray sighs, sounding exhausted. “You don’t mean that.”
“Kiss me!” I scream while at the same time pushing against his chest. “Fucking kiss me, you coward.”
He growls low in his throat, and that’s the only warning I get before his lips are on mine. It’s not a sweet kiss. It’s a battle fought with our mouths. Our teeth clash and nick each other’s lips, our tongues tangle, but it’s not sensual, it’s for dominance.
I arch my back and moan into his mouth. He tightens his grip on my throat and rolls his hips so I can feel his growing hardness against my stomach.
Each roll of his hips is enough to make my desire spike, and as I pull back for air, I’m a trembling mess.
“I want to come again,” I moan.
Gray chuckles. “Want me to use my mouth again, Princess?”
Shaking my head, I snake my hand between us and palm his hardness. “I want you inside me.”
As soon as I’ve spoken the words, we both stiffen. I don’t think either of us expected me to say that. I don’t know where it came from, only that I want it—crave it. Thinking isn’t doing me any good, so I need to feel. To feel something other than despair, loneliness, and guilt. And if it means inviting the monster into my body, so be it.
“Princess—”
“No.” Cutting off whatever he was about to say, I move and straddle him. “I don’t want to hear it, and I sure as hell don’t want to talk. I want to fuck, Grayson. Consider it payment for bringing me here instead of taking me back to the club.”
Ignoring his cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk, I move so I’m resting on my knees while freeing his huge, throbbing cock from his boxers. I wrap my hand around the base, rubbing the tip against my folds. I’m already wet with need, and it would be oh so easy to lower myself onto him. But that’s not what I want. I want him to take it, to take me.
“Are you too wounded to come and take it?” I taunt.
I bite down on my lip to hide my smile of victory as he grabs my hips and easily lifts me off him. Instead of positioning himself between my legs as I expected, he turns me around so I’m lying on my front.
“Ass in the air,” he rasps.
Doing as he says, I get on all fours, once again arching my back.
Grayson doesn’t waste time removing my underwear, instead he pushes them to the side as he lines the head of his cock up against my opening.
“Get on with it,” I hiss when he doesn’t slam into me as I expected and want. “Do it already.”
Sadly, my words have the opposite effect than what I wanted. He takes his time running his hands up my back, under the tee I’m wearing. The touch of his hands on my skin causes shivers to run down my spine.
“Grayson.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer.
“Patience,” he admonishes, and I hate that I can hear the smile in his tone.
Taking his time, he rids me of the tee. “I want to feel your tits bounce when I fuck you,” he rasps.
I moan in reply, too focused on the hand he’s moved to the apex of my thighs, and the finger circling my clit. My hips move of their own accord, desperate for him to slide all the way inside me. But every time I move back against him, he retreats.
“Be a good girl and ask me to fuck you, Princess.”
“W-what?” I stammer.
