Page 91 of Bitter Lies

Cheers break out behind us, the masses adoring of their king, and I roll my eyes, to which Griffin raises his brow once more before grabbing my hand and pulling me from the room.

Breathlessly I follow, and I know I should pull back, protest, but I’d be lying if I did because we both know how much I want this. We’ve been trading delicious stares since this began, and although Griffin is always the first to protest, his eyes were as heated as mine.

He leads me back down the hall toward my room, and just when I think he’s taking me back there, he enters the room opposite and closes the door behind us.

As he presses me against the wood, I glance around blindly, noting the king-size bed, french doors, and massive television on the wall before Griffin leans against me and rubs his erection against me harshly.

“Now then, I believe I won a kiss,” he purrs, but instead of pressing his lips to mine, he drops to his knees and brushes his nose against my core.

“Wh-what?” I ask shakily, my limbs turning to noodles under his eyes.

“I never said where the kiss would be,” he says huskily, moving my bikini bottoms aside and swiping his tongue between my folds.

“Oh god,” I moan, grabbing at the wall desperately.

“Mm, so sweet,” he groans, lapping me up greedily.

“Aw fuck, Griffin,” I keen as I arch into his wicked tongue, my core pulsing heavily at his naughty attention. He laves me up and licks me down before sucking my clit into his mouth and biting down gently. I’m racing toward orgasm, writhing against his wicked tongue, on the verge of insane pleasure as my clit tingles and throbs when he pulls back abruptly. When I glance down blankly, he’s licking his shiny lips and I whimper.

All of which fades when he smirks as he leans back on his heels. “Just a kiss, then. After all, you decided you’re not interested, no?”

Staring into his hazel eyes, bright with cruel amusement and something else I can’t define, I huff and turn away, grabbing for the door. “Whatever. I’ll go find fucking David. You’re right. I am looking for someone different.”

“Is that right?” He stands abruptly and pins me to the door, bucking into my ass with his massive dick.

Shuddering, I whisper, “Yes.”

But it ends on a moan when he pushes my suit aside and breaches me, sliding to the end before pulling out and pumping back in.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. Because when I’m done with you, you’ll never fucking think of dick without thinking of me again.” His guttural tone makes me spasm as he grabs my hips in a burning grip and thrusts into me quickly.

With that, he takes me savagely, and the last thought I have before I orgasm wickedly is that I already do, and it’s a painful fucking pill to swallow.

Grabbing my hips, he pulls me over and pushes me against the bed, fucking into me heatedly, his length brutalizing my walls until another orgasm shoots through me, and I cry out, bathing him with my pleasure.

“Fuck, Halsey,” he moans so low, I can barely make out the words as he bottoms out and moves inside of me slowly.

I collapse to the bed, laying my head on my arms as he pumps into me steadily, his hands clenching and releasing as he breathes heavily above me. A cascade of tingles shoots through me at the sweet slide, and moaning beneath him, I arch against him again.

“Fuck,” he grunts, picking up speed as he pounds into me with heavy strokes until he cries out with another harsh moan and ejaculates.

Shuddering under the feeling and fighting against the emotion that pushes at my throat, I close my eyes in frustration because I can’t make this more than it is. But it’s too late because with Griffin, I have no self-control, even though he stole my heart and then threw it away, and every time we do this, he breaks another piece of me.

What will I do when there’s nothing left to give?

Pulling away from him grimly, I avoid his gaze as I right myself and walk to the door on shaky limbs, pleasure still cascading through me wildly on wings of mother fucking pain.

“Halsey,” Griffin says quietly, but I ignore him and the throbbing beat of my heart as I lock myself in my room and collapse on the bed.

If only I could shed these feelings, but I’m stuck, and the more I play with Griffin or allow him to play with me, the harder it becomes to stifle them.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

What’s love got to do with it?

The following day, I avoid Griffin, which isn’t hard to do because I think he’s doing the same, and for a while, I lie out in the sun and soak up the rays, the warmth delightful on my cold skin, but I’m not enjoying it.

I’m not enjoying anything because no matter what I do, I can’t outrun how Griffin makes me feel, and this trip is only reminding me that I’m fucking doomed.

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