Page 116 of Havoc

“Grim.”

This wasn’t the day to mess with me, and my temper heated again. I reached out, grabbed her waist, and pushed her against the wall.

“Grim!” I slammed my lips to hers and devoured her mouth. She began to protest, but she gave in, and I felt her response when I pulled her hips into me. I showed her just how much I needed her.

“My head’s so fucked up,” I confessed when I let her catch her breath. “It’s like the darkness is consuming me and I need a way to release it.”

“Who did those orange panties belong to?”

“Kelly.” I saw her face twist with disgust. “I didn’t sleep with her. She came with Knox’s side chick, stripped down, but nothing happened. I kicked her out.” I paused. “I swear.”

She stared at me intensely for a moment then pushed me back with both hands until I met the opposite wall, and she kissed me hard then pulled away from me. As I watched, she reached over her shoulder and gracefully unzipped her dress and slowly peeled it off her body. It dropped at her feet, and she stepped out of it.

“I promised myself,” she said quietly, “that I would help you get through this tragedy in any way I could. If this is what you need…”

She turned toward my bedroom in her lacy panties, and the sight of her cheeks as they glowed in the red under-light made my breath hitch. I let my head fall back against the wall as guilt took over my thoughts and reminded me why I’d kept my distance from her in the first place.

Lust won out, and before I knew what I was doing, my belt was undone, and my painful erection found relief. She lay face down over the edge of my bed, her gorgeous ass on display. She had kept her heels on and had flung her bra over my pillow. I slid my hand over her bare ass and fought to rein myself in a bit, but her smooth skin drew my head into a trance. I didn’t check to see if she was ready. I knew Kenna was always ready when I was near. History had proven that. I lined up and plunged all the way in. A shiver shot across my skin as she pushed back with a moan. “Fuckkkk.” I grabbed her hips and slammed back in, then out, then in again. I leaned down and licked her spine then morphed it into a kiss at the nape of her neck. I forgot how much I needed to be inside this woman that I couldn’t help but taste her.

I got on my knees above her and pressed her hard into the bed as I pumped against her. The sounds she made drove me mad, and the need to feed filled my head. She fisted the sheets and held on as I stabilized myself then thrust so hard it made her scream. I lost track of time as I fed, but I couldn’t seem to get deep enough, or fast enough. I just built and built, but release wouldn’t come. I heard her voice but not the words. Her fists pounded against the mattress, and it finally got through to me that she was having trouble breathing from that angle.

I flipped her over as concern filled me, but only for a split second as I saw the expression in her eyes, and as her legs wrapped around me, I knew she had the same desperate need. Her face and breasts were slick with sweat, and it came to me as I took what I wanted that she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My urge to break her, to have her submit to me became all-consuming, but at the same time I knew I fed off her hate.

“More.” She pushed herself frantically against me. I knew I was one step away from losing all sense of her safety. “Give me more,” she screamed and took my hand and wrapped it around her throat. “Lose yourself with me.”

Her words got through to me, in spite of my wild thoughts, I quickly pulled back from her and put my hands to my head as a sharp pain drilled behind my eyes.

“Grim?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”

I dropped my hands and glared at her as though she wasn’t the person who could bring me release in this fucked up world. “What’s wrong?” I repeated and felt my temper rush to the surface as Leo’s lifeless body flashed in front of me. “What’s wrong is I can’t believe I chose you over saving my brother!”

“What the hell did you just say to me?” She pushed herself upright and covered her breasts with an arm.

“I heard something crash!” I snapped. “Fuck knows what was happening in that moment when I stood there, right outside his room, but all I could think about was getting to you.”

“Okay,” she stood almost in slow motion, as if she thought I’d break, “but Grim, Leo wasn’t killed because you chose me. He was killed because people were after you.”

“He was killed,” I corrected her, “because he took my jacket. They marked me at the bar, he took my jacket, flashed the mark around in the lobby to Paige and everyone else. He probably wondered what it was. Then they followed him all the way up to his room and killed him. It should have been me dead in that room. Butchered like some animal.” I could feel the sob deep in my chest and swallowed hard.

Her face paled and her eyes watered. “Oh, Grim. I had no idea.” She cleared her throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why do I need to tell you anything?” Hurt filled my chest and dug its painful claws into my flesh with the realization that I would never see my brother again and it was my fault.

“You were only there because I needed to win over a client.” I hated that she was crying. Why should she be the one crying? “And,” I wanted her to hurt as much as I did, “I wanted you along to fulfill my tastes in the bedroom. You’re good for that.”

Her face recoiled in shock as my words sank in. I knew it was the lowest of blows, but misery loved misery.

“Wow.” She pushed by me to grab her dress and shoes. “I get that you’re hurting, Grim,” she sniffed, “but that was low.”

“I could go lower,” slipped from my lips.

She turned to look over her shoulder as she pulled on my dress shirt. “Oh, yeah?” She wrapped it around her body and came to stand in front of me. Her chin was raised in defiance, and I knew she wanted a fight. If that was what she wanted, I wasn’t about to back down. We were too far into this now. “Let’s hear what you have to say.”

I let the gates of hell open inside my head and let the dam that I’d been holding back since Leo’s death flow out without a care.

“You’ve got a pretty face and big tits. It’s why your father uses you to win over his clients. It’s what my father sees too, and why I keep you around. I?—”

Crack! She slapped me across the face, and a deep thrill vibrated through me. A slow menacing smirk spread across my lips. I felt alive.

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