Page 171 of Wicked Minds
His responding growl vibrates through me before his hands land on my hips, and he pushes me backward. “Arms in the air.”
I don’t hesitate to lift my arms above my head and he pulls off my hoodie and t-shirt, leaving me standing in Logan’s boxers in the middle of the kitchen.
“Hands on the countertop,” he orders next, eyes flashing when I reach behind me to grab the edge of the counter. “You’re going to do everything I say, aren’t you, Tempest?” All I’m capable of is a nod. “This body is mine. Show me.”
Stepping forward, he crowds me against the counter. His hand goes to fist the back of my head, except when I flinch at the pain and the reminder of last night, he smooths his palm over it before wrapping his hand around one side of my throat while his lips go straight to the other side as he sucks on the skin to the point of pain. I sigh in relief, even that little mark lessening some of the chaos inside me.
He moves to the juncture of my neck, this time sinking his teeth into my flesh, and I tremble.
“No man will ever again question who you belong to,” he rasps, moving to scrape his teeth along my collarbone. “And neither will you. You can date and fuck those two upstairs, but you’ll always be mine. You were minefirst.”
My breathing is erratic as he works his way down my body, marking my chest and breasts before dropping to his knees and biting his way along my stomach and over my hips.
With every mark he leaves, I feel as though the belt around my throat loosens. The tightness in my chest eases and my body feels less likehisand more like mine.
“He doesn’t get to claim any part of you,” Grayson continues. “Not your body and definitely not your soul.”
By the time he reaches the waistband of Logan’s boxers, my thighs are clenched and I’m rocking into him with every pressof his lips. Only, instead of going further, he sits back on his haunches and looks up at me.
“You want me to rip you apart, and I will, Tempest, but I have no fucking intention of leaving you to sift through the wreckage yourself. You’ll fall apart on my tongue and I’ll piece you together on my cock, do you hear me?”
I hesitate before nodding, and his pupils dilate as he stares up at me. “Your words, Tempest.”
“Yes,” I pant. I’m pretty sure I’d agree to anything he said if it meant getting his tongue and lips where I need him most.
His smirk is pure arrogance as he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of the boxers and drags them down my legs until I can step out of them.
“Keep your hands on the counter,” he orders in a thick voice before pushing my thighs apart and burying himself in my center.
“Oh god,” I cry out, clenching my fingers around the countertop as he sinks his tongue inside me and hums against my sensitive flesh. He switches between tongue fucking me and brutalizing my clit until I’m a whimpering, trembling mess.
When my legs feel as though they’re about to give out, he pulls them over his shoulders until I’m straddling his face, his hands squeezing my ass as he tugs me infinitely closer.
Suspended between him and the counter, my fingers dig into the worktop as I arch into every lick and suck until I’m coming apart on his tongue, just like he promised.
“Oh god. Oh god,” I repeat my prayer on a mantra as my release blasts along my nerves, leaving me drained and sweaty.
Before I can even begin to come down, Grayson drops me to my feet, standing to wrap his hand around my neck and directing my attention to him. I blink up into his darkened eyes, lips and chin shining with my juices.
“When I’m making you feel so good, Iamyour God, and it’smyname you’ll scream when you’re coming on my cock.”
Using his hold on my throat, he maneuvers me to the kitchen island, spinning and shoving me down with a hand pressed to my back. I momentarily panic, memories of last night flashing through my mind as I push back against him. But Grayson’s more assertive, and he forces me flat on the island counter, my ass in the air.
“Shhh,” he soothes, running his hand gently down my spine when he notices my trembling.
“You want to be ripped apart, don’t you, Tempest?”
“Y-yes.” My voice shakes.
“Then trust me to do that.”
His hands roam reverently over my back and down my ass before his fingers slide between my thighs. I gasp at the intrusion, but my anxiety is quickly replaced with pleasure as he massages my inner walls.
“The only ones who get to see you in this position are the ones in this house,” he rumbles as he slowly fucks me with his fingers.
“Anyone else won’t live to talk about it.”
I moan at the level of possession in his voice. It definitely shouldn’t be attractive but, holy fuck, it’s hot as hell.
