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“I hate that I like you,” he says.
“Same.”
“I hate that I need you.” Those words from him have my body fluttering in a wholly unfamiliar way. He leans down and bites my bottom lip as he pushes all the way in, making me gasp. “But most of all…” I quickly cover his mouth with a kiss, not wanting to hear what else he has to say.
He finds a rhythm and hugs himself to me, his hand now sliding around to my bare back, gliding gently along my scars as he does. Like it’s nothing. My body tenses, but he simply applies pressure with his other hand to my clit and doesn’t stop.
“I know you’re lying,” he whispers as he places kisses all over my neck. “I hate it when you lie to me.”
I say nothing because if I do, I will lie to him. It’s just the way things have to be.
Grayson touches his forehead to mine, and that’s when his rhythm slows, and we both come together before his body slumps onto mine. He kisses my cheek before he pulls out of me and rolls off, lying next to me. Then he turns me onto my side and pulls me into him, my back against his front.
His hand brushes my hair from my eyes. “How did you get these?” he asks cautiously. I tense at his question as well as his touch as he traces a scar.
“You’ve been to one of Jake’s parties, correct? The ones where he goes and buys the women from their masters and brings them back, then he gives them a choice to pay off their debt but technically saving them from that life?” I inquire.
“Yes,” he answers.
“I was once one of those girls.”
“I had a feeling you were but didn’t want to ask.”
“Escaping is what I had to do or at least try. I always attempted to escape whenever the opportunity arose,” I explain as he wraps me into him, squeezing me a little closer. “So I got a whip for every escape attempt.”
“How many times did you try?” he asks.
“Thirteen.” I’ll never forget each and every one. It’s one of the reasons I was at those parties. My first owner would not have had me there, but I was scarred so much from him, so he sold me for a low price, and in turn, I was sold again to Jake. But the first owner thought he would get me back eventually. I was his, at least in his mind.
This was many, many years ago, and I can say that I am better. I enjoy sex now because I took control of it. I am better mentally and physically. But I still hide those scars and prefer not to be reminded of them.
It’s easier that way.
“Tell me the name of whoever it was,” he demands.
I shake my head. “No, I’m tired. And if I think of it before I go to sleep, I’ll have nightmares,” I tell him quietly.
“Tomorrow, then.”
“Yeah,” I say, agreeing. That’s all I can do. I get up, go into the bathroom, pull off my heels then quickly pee before I find a washcloth and wipe between my legs.
Grayson is half asleep when I return, but he lifts the covers for me to slide in. Then he tucks me in and pulls me to him.
“I’ve never shared a bed with a woman before,” he tells me.
“You ever fucked one of your staff before?” I ask.
“Ha, no way. You are the first and will be the last.”
His response causes warmth in my chest, and I close my eyes. It’s not long until I hear him drift off, and a low snore eventually comes. I stay there, watching the clock, waiting and waiting.
When over an hour has passed and he hasn’t moved, I slide slowly out of his hold. Swinging my legs silently off the bed, I turn back to see him still asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, I grab my clothes and quickly change into what I can before I pack my suitcase and go to the door. When I look back, he hasn’t moved, still in the same position, fast asleep.
I’m not sure how things could be any different.
They’re simply not.
And it’s time for me to go.
I am a runner, after all.
It’s what I do best.
