Page 56 of Don't Trust Him

I’m screaming.

Grayson turns me over and pulls my ass up in the air. Smacking my ass with a fierce slap, Grayson laughs as he sinks his fingers into me and buries his cock deep into me.

I moan hard like a whore, loving every second of this punishing fuck.

“Sounds like you don’t care,” Grayson says triumphantly.

That’s when I pull back, enough for him to lose his footing for a second while I turn around and face him.

My knees are at his ears, bending and contorting myself. I want to look at Grayson Teague while he fucks me hard enough to break me.

Except this won’t break me. There’s an edifying baptism in the waves of pleasure rolling through me as we rut against each other like wild animals.

I want every inch of him inside me and I won’t relent.

He won’t either even though he’s bleeding and battered.

Grayson cums hard inside me, I feel it hot and leaking out of me, but he keeps pounding into me with even harder strokes. He might have a goddamn heart attack if he keeps it up, and it enough that as my orgasm subsides, I pull myself off him and drop down to his cock, sucking all my juices off.

“Sorry for fucking you up,” I say as I pull Grayson’s cock from my mouth with a wet pop.

He grunts in pain.

“Don’t be such a pussy,” I say, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I bring my mouth up to Grayson's chest, softly licking and kissing at the purple, black, and bloody patches of skin.

We lay there for a while until Rafe comes back in to check on us.

“Call a doctor,” I tell him. “Get a car,” I yelp. Fuck, this plan only works if I don’t lose him. And I’m not losing Grayson Teague.

Not after that fuck.

Seems a shame to have fought each other, and everything else, just to lose him now. I fucking need him more than I need oxygen. I’ll die if I killed him, fuck.

Fuck.

I can’t breathe for a second.

“You’re mine,” Grayson growls. It breaks through my thoughts.

I go to capture his wrists but Grayson has a second wind. He snatches mine instead, pins me again.

Leans down, licks my face, and rubs his cock all over me while I whimper.

“This war isn’t between you and I anymore, Eliza. Remember us. I know you fought so hard to save me, fuck, I can’t lose you now,” Grayson’s desperate pleas send reason coursing through the ocean of gasoline clouding my brain. I look at him and listen, because I need him to bring me back into reality.

“This war, Eliza. It’s by us, against everyone else. You and me against the world. I know you don’t want to trust me, but I’m a sucker for lady. Wanna give her what she wants. And you want me.” Grayson growls into my ear now. “That makes you mine.”

He could be lying. It would be a good move.

I shouldn’t trust him. I can’t.

But I will. That’s the downfall of all great rulers. They trust someone they shouldn’t and then all the power they had is for naught.

And then I remember, feel reality flooding back in. My brain is muddled from remembering everything, from torturing Grayson with Zario.

“Come back to me now,” Grayson commands me. And I remember. I remember us.

“I’m yours,” I tell Grayson. I’m back.

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