Page 54 of Grimstone


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I open the door and the house swallows us both.

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“What does he say to you?”I demand, my mouth all over her lips, my hands all over her body. “Alone at your house?”

“He’s mostly trying to get me to pass him tools.” She’s laughing and shivering in my arms, exhilarated and terrified. “But I’ve got my own shit to get done.”

Her lips are all over my neck, my jaw…our mouths meet in a kiss that’s hot and wet and aggressive. Her lips are full and firm against mine; all the parts of us line up, like that’s what they were made to do.

I’m kissing her like I haven’t let myself before—like I missed her. Like I’ve been thinking about the feel and the smell of her all day.

I have, I fucking have…why should I hide it?

I’ve been chasing Remi since the moment I got close. I’m attracted to her—and not just a little.

She looks up at me, those wide blue eyes incredulous. “Are you actually jealous?”

“Of course, I am.” I bite the side of her neck. “I want you. And I don’t want him to have you.”

Or that little Emma bitch, either…

I turn Remi around, tucking her up against my chest, holding her wrists pinned behind her back with one hand. Leaving my other hand free to roam her helpless body…

Why does this turn me on so bad?

Why do I like her best when I have her captive?

Remi makes me want to do dark things…

Dark urges, dark impulses…

It’s something in her scent, in the way it goes spicy and sharp when I grab hold of her, a wisp of smoke before the fire ignites…

“Has he touched you?” I say while my hand slides across her bare waist, in the space between her top and her jeans.

Remi’s breath comes tight and quick, her stomach fluttering beneath my fingers.

“And what if he did?”

It’s barely a whisper, threaded with excitement. Her nipples point stiffly through the front of her shirt.

I growl in her ear, “Then I’d beextremelyjealous…and maybe a little bit angry…”

Remi’s body goes still.

“And what happens when you’re angry?”

My hand slides up her ribs, fingers dancing across the soft undercurve of her breast.

“After everything I’ve done to help you…I might feel that deserved punishment.”

“Oh…” She pauses, heart like a bird beneath my fingertips, “…What kind of punishment?”

Her back arches, her ass pressing against my hips. She feels my hardness, and her ass slides up a little more so my length lands right between her cheeks.

Her body thinks it wants this.

But it has no fucking clue, any more than her brain.

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