Chapter 6
GREYSON
I kept her in my sights, hidden in the dark recesses of the overrun ballroom.
On the exterior, my little rabbit appeared the perfect socialite, poised and sophisticated while shmoozing with the party’s elite.
But she couldn’t fully disguise her heightened state.
Ada couldn’t see me, but she could sense me, as told by the way her gaze constantly circled back to my hidden position.
We had always gravitated towards one another, but after that life-altering kiss, we were irrevocably linked.
And that assertion only became clearer when Morgan Dane, the pompous dick, pulled her into a dance for the third time, as if his classical waltz skills could wash his hands clean of the wretched actions from the night before.
We were all monsters. Some of us were just better at hiding it.
Me? I didn’t bother. I knew what I was. But apparently, Ada had forgotten, and it was about time she was reminded.
She was skirting around the edges of my sanity, letting another man guide her movements—and even worse, allowing him to roam his hands all over as if they had a right to be there. Which they fucking didn’t.
When she excused herself to step out to the bathroom, I was there, waiting. Always waiting.
As soon as she entered, I latched on to her elbow with one hand and the base of her neck with the other. I had her arm barred behind her back, her cheek planted to the bathroom counter as her ass perked high in the air.
My hard dick gravitated towards her as she wiggled to get free. If Ada continued on that route, she’d break her arm. And we couldn’t have that.
I bent forward, burying my nose in the base of her neck, whispering sweet words against her shivering skin.
“Be careful, Ada. You wouldn’t want to cause a death on your birthday, now, would you?”
“Fuck. Off. That kiss was a mistake.”
“The best mistake.” I bit into her shoulder, the indentation sinking deep, quickly followed by a lavish lick to ease the hurt.
Ada’s hiss soon transitioned into a moan that I ravenously drank down to try to satiate my never-ending thirst.
But my stepsister had other ideas. Her heeled foot kicked back against my shin, causing my grip to slip. Ada took advantage and abruptly twisted, shoving into my torso with force.
Pain shot through my nervous system as cool, hard steel pierced my abdomen. Blood saturated my front as I processed the knife sticking out of my gut…with Ada’s hand still attached to the handle.
“Try me again and I’ll get a bigger blade, asshole.” She casually retreated, unremorseful and smug. “Forget about me, Grey. It should be easy, since you’ve done it before.”
Oh, baby wants to play. Count me in!
Staring directly into her dark, dancing eyes, I ripped out the paring knife and raised it between us, taunting. Stark red flashed beneath the harsh bathroom lights.
“I’ll give you a one-minute head start…Run.”
Her face drained of colour, and she ran.
Despite the dark, Ada wasn’t hard to track, her bright dress acting like an iridescent beacon for me to home in on. She weaved deeper into the Carmichael mansion, away from prying eyes and witnesses. It sent a thrill through me.
Primal instincts took over, and carnal desire drove me forward, my injury unimportant and in that moment, nonexistent. When she turned down a familiar corridor, I pivoted the opposite way, intending to cut her off.
I hid behind an antique mahogany display cabinet housing priceless glass figurines from a generation long past. I only had to wait thirty seconds to nab a hurried Ada and swing her hard against the plaster.
A high-pitched scream tore from her mouth, which I smothered with my palm.
Ada’s spine was planted against the wall as I crowded her front until she could hardly breathe, her short, shallow pants coating me in fear and desperation.
“I told you I’d catch you. Now, where’s my prize?” I asked, my face hovering in front of hers as my opposite hand went roaming over her torso, leaving bloodied handprints all over her pristine dress.
Ada’s dark eyes sparked with defiance before she ripped my fingers away from her face and proceeded to spit.
Her saliva landed on the corner of my mouth. I lapped up the mess with my tongue and groaned. “Do it again,” I breathed, pre-cum leaking from my crown in reaction to the show of pure savagery.
Her features morphed in outrage. She just snapped, her nails tearing up my flesh, and she ripped at my shirt, as if she was trying to embed herself beneath my skin.
Yes. Mark me. I am yours.
She continued to pull, demand and curse until I had no choice but to return her urgency with my own.
Fabric ripped, material tearing away in tatters. And when her tits were uncovered, my lips immediately wrapped around one of her rosy, peaked nipples.
Ada hissed as my palms aggressively massaged her perfect breasts. My teeth, tongue and lips worked overtime, leaving her red, bruised and inflamed.
She fucking loved it.
Her fingers tore at my hair as her body thrashed against mine. As if she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me in closer.
“You’re fucking begging for it, little rabbit.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, ripping at my roots, causing my pain receptors to ignite.
“Why not? Isn’t that what you’ve always been? Sure, you can play off that cute, innocent act to anyone else, but I know who you really are. You’re none of those things, Ada. Instead, you’ve always held the power to cause mass destruction…Let me show you.”
My unworthy hands trailed down to ruin the rest of her demure dress in search of the softness between her legs. And I nearly expired when my fingertips encountered her wet heat.
Ada raised a leg high over my waist, and when my finger pressed against her clit, her forehead fell forward, hitting mine.
“You’re fucking soaked, little rabbit,” I teased. “Tell me, is it the chase, the fear of being caught, or the thought of me claiming this pretty pussy that has you making a mess of my fingers?”
She gasped, cum dripping down her thighs. I had no choice but to plunge two fingers deep.
What I found made me pause—only for a split second.
I wanted to roar. I wanted to beat my fists against my chest. I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck and drink her blood.
I was a caveman, high off the knowledge that my girl was a virgin. Untouched and fucking pure. Yet, her body sang out to take, take, take—like Ada was made just for me, like she would die without my touch.
I slowed my rhythm, my fingers leisurely roaming her tight channel, exploring. Ada tried to speed things up, rotating her hips to claim more. I wouldn’t allow it, enjoying watching her pleasure-filled face streaked with blood.
“Stop playing, Grey.”
I gave a cocky smirk. “Submit.”
She glared at me, that inner fire sweeping over her features. But before she could cuss me out, I pressed in closer.
I wanted her to beg.
“Tell me how much you hate me, Ada.” My thumb slid against her clit. “Tell me how much I disgust you.” I pinched her nipple. “Tell me how you don’t want my cock to stretch out this tight fucking virgin cunt.” I bit into her jawline.
Her head fell backward, hitting the wall as her pussy squeezed my fingers so tight I had no idea how my dick would ever fit.
She sighed. “I might hate you, but I hate me more. You might disgust me, but I disgust myself. But that last one…I can’t promise. It would be a lie, Grey.”
I licked up her face, my balls throbbing from her statement. Then, she pressed her lips to mine and whispered, “I know what I want for my birthday.”
“Ada?”
“I want you to take my virginity. I want you to rip me open. I want you to tear me apart. I want that ache to carry into tomorrow, so every time I move, I’m reminded of you pushing inside me. Of you owning me.”
My virtuous, virgin girl pulled on my wrist, raised my glistening fingers between us and licked them clean. Her honest eyes bore into mine, the endless pools of lustful black sucking me into their depths.
I didn’t stand a chance, subsequently losing all manner of control when her free hand pushed down my waistband to wrap around my cock. But she didn’t stop there.
Tilting her hips just so, Ada guided my sensitive tip to her tender entrance.
“Happy Birthday,” I said before I plunged inside, my cock burying so deep I’d never be able to find myself again.