Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
GRAYSON
I cannot believe she’s got a thumb drive.
Not just that she has it, but that it’s in her fucking wallet.
And she’s not only had it this whole time, but it’s been with me and in the safe house.
Something that we can use as blackmail, and she kept it from me, from us.
This is exactly what we were trying to find, something like this to hold over Landon’s head.
But before I call a meeting with everyone else, I can’t let this opportunity go.
We’re standing in the surveillance room, just the two of us.
It would be a wholly missed opportunity if we didn’t take advantage.
Gliding my hand from her cheek, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat.
My bruises are still there, though only faintly.
I want to deepen them.
“Please,” she whispers, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring.
Arching a brow, I don’t say anything immediately.
In fact, I don’t make a single move.
My fingers don’t even twitch, and that alone takes every ounce of my control.
But she’s going to tell me what I want to hear.
She needs it just as much as I do.
“Please fuck me hard. Please choke me when I come. Please make it hurt.”
Goose bumps break out over my entire body at her words.
Leaning forward slightly, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t kiss her.
Instead, I talk to her, speak to her, whisper to her.
I’m so fucking frazzled right now that I’m not even sure my words are coherent.
What she said was every single fantasy I’ve ever had come to life in one single moment.
“Baby,” I rasp against her mouth, “when I have the time, I’m going to devour you. I’m going to make every part of your body ache, then I’m going to kiss it better until it hurts in a different way.”
She whimpers, trembling, not speaking.
She doesn’t need to.
Shifting my head back slightly, I grip the hem of her skirt and hitch it up over her hips, then grasp the sides of her panties and rip them down her legs.
Without being directed, she steps out of them, and I take that opportunity to slip my fingers between her legs.
Feeling her wet cunt against my fingertips almost sends me completely over the fucking edge.
“Soaked for me,” I groan, shifting my gaze down between her legs, then lifting it back up to meet her eyes.
I watch as they widen, and at the same time, her lips part, and she purrs.
Moving my fingers through her folds, I circle her clit with my fingertips, working her there until my hand is completely soaked.
Her hips shift forward, rolling against my fingers, silently begging for more.
She will always get more from me, maybe even too much, but she’ll love it just the same.
When her head falls back, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I swear to fuck I could come just watching her.
Instead of continuing this way, I know she needs more of everything, more of my touch, more pressure, more stimulation.
Removing my hand from between her legs, I spin her body around.
“Hands on the door,” I snap.
She does as I demand, spreading her legs when she places her palms on the door.
I unbuckle my pants and shove them down to my ankles, wishing I could get completely naked and really fucking play her.
But I don’t have the space or the time right this minute.
Gripping her hip with one of my hands, I position her for me, then tip her hip and slide my tongue along my bottom lip at the sight of her pretty, pink pussy on display for me.
Aligning the head of my dick with her glistening cunt, I bury myself inside of her with one single thrust.
She whimpers, but I know it’s not painful.
No doubt she feels my intrusion, her body stretching for me, but she’s so wet that there was zero resistance to my entrance.
Gripping the front of her throat with one hand, I use the other to hold her body in place for me so I can take her the way that she needs it, the way I want it, the way she deserves.
Rearing back, I slam inside of her, burying my cock to the root.
Her neck arches, and I am glad for it.
That way, I can see her gorgeous face when I fuck her.
Tipping my chin, I look into her pretty eyes.
Later tonight, I’ll be fucking that face.
My hips move, thrusting at an even pace.
A pace that I know she can handle.
Hard and fast .
Shifting my gaze down to our connection, I watch my cock move in and out of her.
It’s shimmering with her wetness.
It’s a fucking beautiful sight to see.
I could come right this minute if I didn’t want her to get there first.
I close my eyes, and my head falls back slightly as I move in and out of her body.
My lower back tingles as my balls draw up.
I’m so close to coming inside of her that I force myself to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from losing my load.
I feel her body climbing, and I know she’s close.
Sliding my hand from her hip, I begin to rub firm circles against her clit with my fingers.
Hard and fast, just the way I’m fucking her.
Then I pinch her there, and that’s when she explodes beneath my fingers.
Her pussy clamps down around my dick.
Thrusting inside of her, I stay buried as we both come.
I can feel her cunt pulsing around my cock, milking every ounce of cum from my body.
My body trembles as I empty inside of her.
My fingers squeeze around the front of her throat until I catch my breath.
Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers.
“Fuck,” I rasp against her mouth.
She whimpers but says nothing as I gently release my grasp on her throat and take a step backward.
I don’t want to lose her around my dick, but I have a meeting to get ready for.
She spins around slowly, her eyes lifting to meet mine.
Cupping her cheeks, I give her a smile.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Her smile is radiant.
Her cheeks are flush.
I want to fuck her all over again.
“Prettiest fucking picture I’ve ever seen, baby.”
“What’s that?” she asks.
My lips twitch.
“You,” I say.
“Freshly fucked.”
NADINE
I’m not sure how I should be feeling right now.
But as I stare at the closed door of the conference room, I can’t help but feel uneasy.
Trying to focus on my computer and the document in front of me, I let out an exhale as I fail.
The meeting has gone on too long.
Standing, I start to pace in the office.
I’m not sure what’s going on in that room, but I know it concerns me.
I don’t know what to think or how to think it.
Crossing my arms just beneath my chest, I worry my bottom lip as I move back and forth in front of the closed door.
When it flies open, my body freezes.
Theron pops his head out, his eyes finding mine.
Holding my gaze for just a moment.
I don’t know if he’s looking for something.
He doesn’t say anything if he is.
Instead, he jerks his chin toward me before he speaks.
“Are you ready to talk to us?” he asks.
I’m not.
But I don’t tell him that.
Instead, I give him a slight nod and walk toward the conference room.
All the men in that room I’ve worked with for five years, and yet, I can’t help but feel nervous and uncomfortable.
Once I tell them everything about me, about my past, they will never look at me the same.
Sure, they probably have already guessed everything that’s happened to me, but they don’t know for certain.
Having it confirmed will change everything.
Fear is something I’ve never felt before with these men.
It’s an odd sensation, but it’s almost welcome because it’s better than feeling nothing.
Moving toward Theron, I stop at the doorway.
He doesn’t move aside to let me pass.
Instead, his chin dips as he looks down at me.
It seems as if he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t.
Watching him, I wait for him to speak, but when he doesn’t, I do.
“What?” I ask on a mutter.
His lips twitch into a smirk.
“What,” he repeats.
“Well, I would say that it’s time for you to tell us everything, Nadine.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I ask.
I don’t really mean the question.
I’m going to tell them everything they not only want but also need to know.
I’ve been hiding Landon long enough.
He’s been living rent-free inside my head, the fear of the unknown, and of him forever following me.
Forever being in the shadows.
I’m exhausted, and now it’s time to pass the burden on to someone else.
“I think it’s time, Nadine.”
He’s right.
It is time.
I know it is.
I move toward him but stop when I reach his body.
Tipping my head back, I look up into his eyes.
He smiles down at me, no longer searching for whatever he was looking for.
Perhaps he found it, whatever it was.
I’m not as intimidated by him as I used to be, maybe because I’m terrified of this whole situation, so that takes precedence.
“It’s time,” I whisper.
He dips his chin slightly and steps to the side to let me pass.
I do and stop as soon as I enter the room.
Five men lift their eyes to meet mine.
None of them speaks.
They watch instead and give me the room to breathe, speak, and tell my story.
When my gaze finds Grayson’s, he dips his chin slightly but doesn’t make a move to comfort me or encourage me in any way.
He knows I need to do this on my own.
I need to stand here on my own two feet and confess everything I’ve been hiding for five years.
But as I begin, I shift my eyes away from Grayson and don’t look at him again.
I can’t.
He knows almost everything I’m saying already, but there is a vulnerability that I can’t quite accept right now.
I don’t want to see his pity.
It’s too much.
The rest of the guys won’t look at me that way, but I know Grayson will.
I know he will feel bad, he will feel anger, and he will just feel when it comes to this situation.
And I don’t want him to feel—not anything.
Not a damn thing.