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WhenIwakeupthe next day, I’m fucking aching all over. And as I look in the bathroom and down my body while showering, there’s no denying both Adam and Rose have left marks on my body.
Bruises are starting to form, and for a moment I consider covering them with makeup, but then I think better of it. The bruise from Rose’s punch is something I’ll wear with pride. It shows I’m not a fucking pushover, and that I won her respect fair and square.
“Good morning,” Grayson rasps when I walk back into the bedroom wearing only a towel. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”
I shake my head as he pats the empty space next to him. “No time,” I snap.
I’m still annoyed with him for his involvement in what the Cunts did yesterday. He should have pushed her off of him right away. But he didn’t, which means he wanted my reaction.
Manipulative bastard.
Bastard Can Fuck Drenched Pussy Loudly.
Turning my back on him, I grab some clean clothes from the drawers. It’s overcast and raining, so I decide on a pair of jeans and a black tank top.
Since I’m not going to give him what he wants, I teasingly let the towel fall and bend down to retrieve the thong I accidentally dropped. Oops. How very clumsy of me.
“Princess,” he groans. “That’s torture.”
I take my time getting dressed, not turning around until I’m done.
“So is watching someone else paw all over you,” I state matter-of-factly. “Especially after your fucking caveman behavior when I was talking with Gunner. So I don’t really care what you think.”
Grayson chuckles. “Is this how you treat what’s yours?” His eyes crinkle with amusement.
“Mine?”
“Well, you claimed me, Princess. So yes, now I’m officially yours,” he smirks.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“I only claimed you because I had to,” I clarify. “She was disrespecting me, so I took her ammunition away.”
Grayson rolls his eyes. “We both know that’s bullshit.”
Yes, we do.
Seeing Rhiannon touch Grayson like that was enough to make my blood boil. But I’ll be damned if I admit that to him. He’ll use it to control me. I don’t know how, but it’s his M.O. and I’m not giving him any more ammunition.
I watch as Grayson throws the sheets to the side, and slowly, too slowly, gets out of bed. Lazily stretching his naked body, completely unashamed of the morning wood jutting out from his body and pointing straight at me.
“Don’t bring that thing close to me,” I hiss, trying to mask my awakening hunger for him with annoyance.
“What’s the matter, Princess? Don’t trust yourself around me?”
My eyes widen as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping his hand up and down.
Fuck, no, I don’t trust myself around him, dressed or not. But especially not when he’s naked, hard, and… shaking my head, I banish all the lustful thoughts he’s the root of.
“I trust myself just fine,” I squeak.
My throbbing core and wet folds tell a different story, but instead of giving in, I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the pressure building.
“You’re lying to me,” he rasps. Then he takes two steps, closing the distance between us. “I can always tell when you’re lying, Zo.”
Is that true? Shit, I hope not.
“What if I want to be the one fucking you?” I ask, surprising the both of us.
