Page 77 of Liars and Liaisons

He shoves my hand away, then grabs them both in just one of his hands. The squeeze is rough, his fingers digging into a nipple, but I find I don’t mind the bite of pain. It isn’t enough to draw away from everything else that’s happening, even as my mind spins to keep up.

After a brief pause, he rolls his hips against me. Heat from his cock sears into me through the lace, applying pressure on my clit that makes me gasp. I see stars past the ones dotting the sky above. My abs contract as a single spasm shoots from my pussy into my hips, like a sensual firework.

“Wait,” I try when I feel the thick head prod at me, seeking entry.

My hands go down, trying to bar access, and he takes one, forcing it to circle his shaft.

I pause for further instruction, but he doesn’t say anything. Embarrassment claws at my throat. It takes me several seconds to make my wrist move, though I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing. I stare up at him, wishing for a beat that the mask wasn’t there so I could gauge whether I’m doing it right or not.

He doesn’t remove it though, so I opt for slow, airtight pumps. His skin is smooth, the shaft unbelievably hard, and I try not to focus too much on the heavy weight of it in my palm. Try not to wonder whether or not it will fit.

Tilting his head back slightly, he seems to rock into my motions. Then, he grunts, smacking me away before taking my wrist and yanking it to his shoulder. He presses my palm into the cloak, and I note a tear in the fabric; he shoves my fingers into the gap, and horror strikes me like a bolt of lightning when I meet something warm and wet.

My hips shift, my body acting on instinct again when I realize I’m touching anopen wound. Bile scorches up my stomach, burning the back of my throat as it threatens to expel itself.

I try to pull away, but he tightens his hold. My fingers are coated, and as my eyes finally adjust to the darkness, I watch his mouth curve into a sadistic smile.

He laughs. The sound is like a broken melody, haunted yet genuine in its pleasure. “What’s wrong, Little Echo? Can’t take what you’ve dished out?”

“Grayson,” I breathe, my voice thick with relief. Even though I suspected it was him, the very real possibility of it being his brother or someone else entirely was there.

I’m not totally out of the clear with him though. He still thinks I’m dating his brother, that I was fucking around on him. It wouldn’t surprise me if he thought I had been on Nate’s side the entire time, working against him to take him down.

That notion doesn’t bode well for me.

“Fuck,it’s sick how much I love the sound of my name on your lips.” He shakes his head, disgust lacing his tone.

A slight shift pushes my hand higher, slipping from the cloak, only to find another hole. Another cut.

“You got me good. Didn’t think you had it in you, but I’m bleeding in three different places, thanks to you.”

Oh shit.“I didn’t mean to—”

Sitting back, he moves my hand away from his chest. “Yes, you did. Nobody carries an open knife like that without the intention of doing harm.”

“I thought you were trying to catch me.”

Silence. Then, “Were you frightened?”

I blink. Swallow. My wrist is starting to ache a bit. “Yes.”

No response. His breathing hitches, growing louder and more labored as he brings my hand to his cock, wrapping my sticky, wet fingers around his length. A strange sound comes from low in my chest, but he doesn’t stop, lubricating the head and shaft with his own blood.

He slips his free hand between my legs again, and then he’s touching me, drawing lazy circles over my clit. “Tighter,” he demands. “Get me good and hard for you, dirty girl. You remember what I told you would happen if I caught you, right?”

Powerless to do anything other than obey, I curl my fingers and match the rhythm of his strokes with short, twisted pumps of my own. “You keep me.”

I’m so sensitive down there from neglect that I can feel an orgasm building rapidly; my pulse quickens, and my breaths become deeper, shallower, blurring my vision like a vignette filter.

“Yes,” he hisses, moving faster against me. “Except I don’t just want to keep you now. I’m going to fuck you, and send you back to the house with my blood and cum on your thighs.”

The visual stokes the fire kindling in my stomach, its flames spreading to my chest, and when he slips a finger inside me, I fall right over the edge.

Tremors take hold of my body, and I bow to their fury, my back arching as euphoria crashes like a ship hitting the shore. I keep my eyes open though, letting Grayson’s hot emerald gaze take me through to the other side.

I suck in a deep, gulping breath as I come down. My lungs burn, struggling to accommodate my needs. I swear, I feel him tremble against me, though the hard set of his face reveals no emotion, other than the absolute necessity of what’s happening now.

He reaches up, touching the underside of his jaw. Blood coats his index and middle fingers, and I’m momentarily alarmed by the fact that he seems to be losing so much. He takes both fingers and slides them over the angry, reddish-purple head of his cock, smearing it like lube. Then, before I can protest, he glides the same fingers down my stomach and over my belly button and slides them into me.

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