Page 172 of Wicked Minds
His fingers slide out, and I feel the press of his blunt head at my entrance. Once again, memories crash over me as I feel him behind me. So similar to last night.
Sensing that I’m no longer fully with him, Grayson bends over and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. The pain is sharp enough to bring me back to the present.
“The only people in this moment are you and me, Tempest. No one else.”
I nod, my cheek rubbing against the granite. “No one else.”
He slides his cock through my folds, testing. He must be satisfied that I’m fully present because, in the next second, he’s buried balls deep inside me as I cry out at the intrusion.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “I won’t ever get enough of this feeling. So fucking tight. The way you squeeze me, Tempest. Fucking perfect.”
He presses a palm between my shoulder blades, keeping me in place as he grabs my hip and begins to move. His thrusts are brutal and savage. Exactly what I asked for. What I need. With every slam of his hips against mine, I feel him pushing Ben out from beneath my skin and replacing him with himself.
“Oh god,” I garble, screaming when he delivers a hard slap to my ass.
“Try again, Tempest.”
I blink, taking a second to scramble through my addled brain to understand what he means.
“Grayson,” I pant, remembering.
“That’s it.I’mthe one making you feel so good. I’m the only one here. It’s you and me, andI’mthe one fucking this pretty little pussy of yours.I’mthe one ripping you apart. You better fucking remember that.”
“Grayson,” I gasp, shaking like a leaf. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes you are. You’re going to come on my cock, Tempest. Right. Fucking. Now.” He bites down on my shoulder, and I scream as I come, strangling him with my pussy.
Sagging against the island, I’m nothing more than a mess of limbs incapable of moving. He slides his hard length from me before gently turning me onto my back.
With his eyes on my heaving chest, he slides back inside.
“Tell me you’re with me.”
“I’m with you.”
His stare drops lower, hovering over each mark he’s left as he slowly fucks me.
His hands grasp my outer thighs before sliding until his fingers brush over my scars. His gaze takes them in before wandering to where he’s entering me.
“This pussy has been mine since you walked into my house at the age of fifteen.” His hands glide over my hips and up my sides. “This body is mine.” His stare flicks to mine, eyes blown wide and giving away just how feral he is behind his carefully controlled movements. “I’m a possessive fuck. It’s one thing to share you with my two best friends, but I refuse to share you with anyone else. Even the figment of a memory.”
Reaching over to the knife block, he slides one out, and my breathing hitches as he brings it to my skin, the flat side cold against my heated skin.
“If he’s beneath your skin, then I want him out,” he growls. There’s a menace to his tone—an unhinging that would scare most people, but not me. I’ve seen too much of human nature's dark side to fear Grayson’s demons.
And considering my damage is just as depraved as his, I arch my spine, forcing the tip of the blade into my skin as I moan, “Yes.”
There’s a prick of pain, followed by the high of slicing skin, only better because I’m not alone in a bathroom, bleeding out my agony. This might be a bloodletting, but instead of pouring out my pain… I’m opening myself up to possibility. I’m banishing the demons that have haunted my mind for so many years and making room for the prospect of hope and love and a future that I’ve never truly allowed myself to dream of.
“Again,” I rasp, groaning when Grayson cuts another slice as he bottoms out inside me. The pleasure is indescribable. Fucking and cutting rolled into one and delivering a double whammy. It’s a high I could chase for the rest of my life.
“Yes,” I hiss as another drag of the blade splits my skin, and my head falls back against the island as I close my eyes.
When Grayson dips forward, running his tongue along the nick, I moan, sliding my hand into his hair and holding him to me as he licks and sucks. His lips are stained red when he pulls away, and leaning up, I capture them with mine, tasting the mix of copper and unbridled desire on his tongue.
That kiss is his undoing. The last restraints on his control shatter, and the knife clatters to the floor as he slides a hand to the back of my head and drags me to the edge of the counter so he can fuck me the way he wants to.
We come together in a collision of crazed need and unfiltered desire. Each thrust of our hips is frantic. I claw at him with frenzied movements and he attacks my mouth with a frenetic need that sends me spiraling.
