Page 46 of Shattered Mind

Grayson ignores me, moving down my body slowly. His beard scrapes against my torso and his breath floats across my skin in the most maddening of ways. I lift my hips, searching for what, I don’t know. I just know I need release. And I need it now.

“Grayson, please,” I cry, and tears gather in the corners of my eyes.

“So pretty when you beg for me, Blue.” He coos, his hot breath fanning against my hip. He bites the spot, and I gasp at the sharp sting before he soothes it with his tongue.

“It’s maddening, isn’t it?”Bite.Lick. He rubs the tip of his finger against my clit. “When you want something so bad, but it’s just out of reach,”Bite.Lick. My breathing picks up as he teases my opening before pushing inside slowly. “It makes you feel weak. Out of control.”Bite. Lick.“Your body craves it.” A tear rolls down my cheek. “That is what I feel every time you walk in the room.”

A sob escapes me as he places a soft kiss over every bite mark before pulling back. His finger is replaced by the head of his cock, but he doesn’t push inside. “Do you want me to stop, Liv?”

I shake my head with a whispered, “No.”

“Good girl.” He sinks into me in one thrust and we both release a long moan. He pulls back out slowly before pushing all the way back in with more force and I cry out. I wish I could see him. See the look in his eye as he fucks me.

As if he can hear my thoughts, Grayson pulls the dress from over my eyes, and I blink against the harsh light. He leans over me, his eyes molten as he fucks me with slow, sensuous thrusts.

I don’t know what the fucks happening right now, but it’s too much. Too intense. I close my eyes and cling to him as he continues to move inside of me.

“Eyes on me, Liv.” His voice is hoarse. Thick with emotion and I squeeze my eyes closed tighter.

“Open your eyes, Olivia.” I do as I’m told, keeping my eyes on his as he picks up the pace. His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me again and again. The headboard bangs against the wall, but I’m too far gone. Lost to the sensation building back up inside of me.

My arms scream at me to be cut loose, but all I can focus on is the look on Grayson’s face as he fucks me with reckless abandon. The way his pupils dilate as he watches me. The small furrow in his brow. The light sheen of sweat building on his forehead.

The only sounds in the room are our synchronised moans and the slapping of our skin as he bottoms out again and again. My legs begin to shake and my core clenches around his thick length.

He slides a hand between us and pinches my clit, and I hold my breath as stars explode behind my eyes as I plummet over the edge.

My walls clamp down around him in a vice grip and my ears ring. Grayson releases a low groan as he stills, spillinghis release inside of me before collapsing on top of me in a pile of sweaty limbs.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breatheright before I pass out.

CHAPTER 23

GRAYSON

Ireach up and untie Liv’s wrists from the bed. The skin beneath the belt is raw and red from her pulling against the restraints. Guilt claws at my chest as I rub a thumb over the mark, making a mental note to get her some ointment for that.

I almost stopped earlier when she started crying. And if she’d told me to, I would have immediately. It wasn’t my intention to make her cry. After she’d laughed in my face in the kitchen, I was furious. I wanted her to understand how she made me feel. How she drove me mad with desire whenever she was in the same room as me. I wanted her on the edge, begging for release. I didn’t want to break her.

I pull the comforter over her naked body before heading into her bathroom and cleaning myself up. My stomach growls at me, reminding me once again that I haven’t eaten since this morning, and I go in search of my phone.

I find the device in the pocket of my jeans and check the time. Nine-fifteen. I look at Liv’s sleeping form in the bed and briefly think about leaving, but the thoughtvanishes just as quickly as it came. I may be an asshole, but I’m not that much of an asshole.

I search the number for Don’s Pizzeria and press call as I pull on my briefs and collect the rest of my discarded clothes from the floor.

Thirty minutes later I re-enter Liv’s bedroom, my arms laden with pizza boxes. I deposit them on the foot stool at the end of the bed before approaching her.

She sleeps soundly. Her lips swollen and slightly parted as she breathes deeply. Her face is entirely relaxed, making her appear younger than her twenty-four years. I almost don’t want to wake her, but I know she hasn’t eaten all day, and I won’t be able to relax until she does.

I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She scrunches her nose up before swatting at her face and I laugh quietly.

“Blue,” I whisper.

Her eyes fly open in horror, and she sits bolt upright like something out of the fucking exorcist. I rear back to keep from being head-butted with a laugh. “Woah. It’s okay. It’s just me.” I say holding my hands up in surrender.

Her eyes are wild and unfocused as she searches her surroundings before they land on me. “Oh my god. I fell asleep. Was I snoring?”

I shake my head in amusement. “No. No snoring.”

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