Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
He fucks me with his mouth before he slides a finger in me, then another, thrusting them in and out. My breaths rush in and out of my mouth. The sensation intense, incredible and overwhelming at once. My hands yank at his hair, desperate for release. I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I reach the moment when I can’t take it anymore. “Please.” My words are a whispered prayer. Grayson takes pity on me. His rhythm slows down to long, painfully teasing licks, his fingers speeding up, and I come holding back a scream of pleasure.
My hands leave his hair and tangle through my own as I settle down from that high.
Shit, he is good with his mouth.
Before I can say anything, he is above me, and I can feel him at my entrance. He pushes in but doesn’t go far.
“Sugar.”
“Hmm?” I hum, in a state of bliss, but I’m already hungry for more.
He leans down until his lips touch mine, and I don’t even care that they were just on my pussy.
“I want you to remember something,” he says quietly.
“Hmm?” I say again. No coherent words are leaving me.
“When I fuck you like my dirty whore, I want you to know I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
“Thought you were going to say, ‘remember that I respect you.’”
He laughs at my words.
“There’s no respect between these sheets, only sweet, sweet debauchery.”
“Well, shut up and fuck me already,” I demand, leaning up and biting his lip.
“Yes, ma’am.” And instead of saluting me, he slides straight in.
My eyes practically roll into the back of my head at his first thrust, and I have to remember to breathe. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I hold on for dear life. He chuckles and uses his arms to hold himself above me as he thrusts deeper.
Fuck. He knows what he’s doing.
One hand moves and pins my hips down again as he glides in and out even slower, watching me as he does.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice low and undeniably sexy.
I bite my lip.
Why do I like it so much?
I can feel everything, and it feels so damn good.
So, so good.
He continues pumping in and out, holding me down, and occasionally leaning closer to bite my lips.
Gosh, now I know why Destiny wanted to trap him.
His cock is a thing of mastery.
And, fuck, it knows how to please.
My fingernails scrape his skin as I fall back onto the bed, my pleasure hitting me hard, harder than ever before. He keeps his steady rhythm as I come, and I watch as he does as well, our eye contact never breaking.
A scream tears from my lips, his mouth chases mine shutting it up with his own. I’ve had orgasms before, but none like this, none with such intensity I can hardly think straight and everything in my mind goes blank. It’s hard to make a woman speechless, but his cock did just that. And more.
His gaze slides up to mine and when I see those eyes I am drunk on the sight of him. Ever so slowly and carefully he pulls out of me, I roll onto my stomach, and everything goes silent before I hear him speak. “Who the fuck did that to you?” He sucks in a breath before he says darkly, “I’ll fucking kill them.”
Oh shit.
Chapter 16
I‘ll kill them
Grayson
She tenses but doesn’t look at me as I stare at her back. It’s scarred. Deeply. All over. How did I not know this?
Come to think of it, she always wears her back covered, never in revealing shirts. Yes, she wears dresses, but not ones that dip low enough to show this much skin.
“Avani.” I say her name and reach for her. She flinches at my touch but doesn’t move otherwise. “Who did that to you?” I try to ask in a more calming voice, but I know I fail. I’m fucking furious this happened to her. That someone hurt her.
Who would try to ruin a woman so perfect?
And that’s what she is—perfect.
“I should go. I need to head to the police station,” she finally says, attempting to get up. As soon as she stands at the end of the bed, I am in front of her, my hand on her waist.
“The scars are old…so who did that?”
She looks up at me with those cunning eyes, the same ones that saw through me from the very beginning, and she pushes me away. “I’m not your charity case to fix, Grayson. We fucked. Don’t bring more into it than that.” She pushes away, and I have to contain my outrage as I watch her dress.
“My lawyer will meet you there,” I tell her, reaching for my phone and sending him a message. He replies straight away he is on his way.
“What if he’s busy?” she asks, sliding her shirt on and covering the marks I will get to the bottom of.