Page 143 of Frozen Hearts
Returning this focus to the obliteration of my pussy, he snarls, “Aren’t you having fun, whore?”
“No, I’m not. And when you finally pull your head out of your ass, you’re going to regret this.”
He full-on laughs. “I regret many things, but this won’t be one of them.”
My neck throbs, my pussy aches, and I’m going to be bald from the bruising hold he has on the back of my head if I don’t put an end to this soon.
“Grayson,” I beg, softening my tone as I stare into his face with pleading eyes. “Please don’t do this.”
His harsh expression softens for the briefest of seconds, long enough for hope to swell, for me to believe this situation is somewhat salvageable. Thatheis somehow saveable.
However, I realize how foolish and naive that ideal was when a sharp blade presses against my skin, and my eyes go wide as cold, hard panic floods my system. “W-what are you doing?”
“I told you. This won’t stop until you finally submit.” He presses the blade harder against my throat, and I flinch as it nicks the skin. “How many cuts will it take before you finally do, huh?”
“You mean until I finally tell you what you want to hear?” I snap, mad more than anything else.
“Until yourepent.”
I breathe out a sigh, sagging in relief when I feel the weight lift from my throat, only to tense a moment later when he slashes the tip of the knife across my chest. It’s a shallow cut but stings, nonetheless.
Blade pressed to my skin, his hips slam against mine as he ruts into me, his furious face inches from mine as he snarls, “Repent.”
“No.”
I hiss between my teeth at another slash of skin, and the cycle repeats. I wonder how many cuts it will take for him to realize I’m not lying. That I have nothing to feel remorse over. I’ve already admitted to him that the only thing I’m sorry for is hurting him. But I can’t take sole responsibility for this level of rage. For this plunge into depravity.
My chest is littered with little nicks and red lines, and we appear to be in some sort of standoff when the front door opens, and I hear Logan’s laughter before it cuts off. Something drops to the floor before he appears in the doorway, eyes wide as they bounce between us. “What. The actual. Fuck?!”
Royce appears beside him, the two of them gaping at the sight of Grayson bent over, dick embedded inside me and blood knife poised at my flesh. “What the hell are you doing, man?”
Grayson doesn’t once look up. His eyes are leveled on mine as he thrusts once more, groaning as he empties himself inside me. “Next time, I’m going to stay buried in your poisonous little cunt until you finally face the truth of what you did,” he snarls in my face before he’s hauled backward. His cocks slips out from between my legs as he is slammed into the fridge.
An infuriated Logan steps in front of him, and I watch in shock as he pulls his arm back before driving his fist into Grayson’s face. “There won’t be a fuckingnext time, asshole!” Shaking his head, disgust is written over his face as he stares at his best friend as though seeing him for the first time. “I can’t believe what you just did. We’re fucking done, man. Unless you come to your senses, we’re fucking done. I want you out of this house, right now!”
Grayson snorts, rubbing at his jaw as he glowers at Logan. “So much for loyalty, huh? Her gold-plated pussy won you over so completely. I really don’t get the big deal. It’s not that spectacular, especially given all the experience she’s gotten.”
As Logan winds his arm back for another punch, Royce intervenes, grabbing a hold of his wrist and shoving Logan aside. “Stop it!” He glares at each of them. “Shit is getting out of control. It can’t go on like this any longer. You”—he directs his glare at Grayson—“need to get your shit together. Go stay somewhere else tonight. Both of you are having dinner with your families tomorrow. Then after that, we need to sit down and talk all of this out before we throw away years of friendship.” His sharp glare shifts between the two men. “Agreed?”
Grayson and Logan both mumble their agreements.
“Good.” Royce nods, seeming satisfied before he turns to level his intense stare on me. “That goes for you too, Babydoll. All of us are sitting down and talking. One way or another, the truth is being laid out, then we’re all going to move the fuck on.”
I nod, too numb to do anything else.
“Good, then get the fuck out of here,” Logan snarls at Grayson. “Don’t come back ’til tomorrow night.”
He glares until Grayson leaves the room, casting me one finalyou’ll fucking pay for thisglower before he turns on his heel and storms off, taking all the toxic energy with him. A minute later, the front door slams shut. The loud noise acts like the bursting of a bubble, and my extremities begin to shake profusely.
“Shit,” Logan gasps when he turns toward me. “Royce! Fuck. Call an ambulance. She needs to go to the hospital!”
I blink at him in a daze, trying to understand why he looks so freaked out. I know I’m a mess right now, but I wouldn’t say I’m anywhere near needing to go to the hospital.
“Fucking hell,” Logan continues. “What the hell did he do to you?!”
Following his gaze, I look down between my legs, noticing the bright red smears on my thighs and the blood pooling beneath me.
“It’s fine,” I groan, wincing as I push myself upright.
