Chapter 7
ADA
Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure.
Both throbbed within me, building to a crest I didn’t recognise, but craved all the same.
Greyson invaded my senses, every part of me that meant something, and replaced it only with him.
As he tore through my untouched flesh in one continuous thrust, I knew I was done for.
His cock was rigid, thick and solid, parting my insides, staking a claim on what was his.
I was so consumed in our joining that I didn’t notice voices drawing near until Greyson sealed my whimpering mess of a mouth with a solid hand. He nipped my earlobe.
“Hush, little rabbit. Wouldn’t want the help to overhear the innocent Carmichael daughter being ravaged by the big, bad wolf.”
God. His mouth, those words. The thrill was so intoxicating that I saturated his unrelenting, drilling shaft as my walls squeezed tighter.
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you, dirty girl? If I didn’t feel it myself, I would have laughed at the idea of you being a virgin. ’Cause look at this greedy pussy, sucking me in like you’re fucking addicted to me.”
I am. A lusty moan muffled against his palm as I gave in to abandon. I leveraged upward, both legs wrapped tightly over his hips, giving him full control.
Greyson didn’t hold back, retreating to the very tip before slamming back into me repeatedly. His ownership was branding and so fucking euphoric that my climax rushed through me so fast. I was over the edge, screaming, before I could even compute.
His thrusts turned brutal and vicious, his eyes stir-crazy as he got lost in me.
“Fuck, Ada,” Greyson groaned into my neck as his frame shattered with his release.
We were joined as one, and I had never felt so whole.
As we came back down, sudden awareness took me over. My gaze swept our surroundings, scared that we had been caught.
Greyson leant back, his cocky smirk making a reappearance at our joint undoing. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe, little rabbit. You think I’d let someone hear you come? You think I’d let anyone live after seeing that? You’re mine.”
I perked a brow, pushing at his chest. He read the cue and slowly pulled out, causing me to hiss at the sudden loss. Despite the ache, I desperately wanted him back inside me.
Instead, both our heads bowed to assess the damage. Everything was stained crimson—his wound continued to ooze down his front, and my inner thighs were marked with the loss of my innocence. We were a ravaged mess of mixed blood and warm cum.
Greyson hyperfixated on my swollen centre and gathered to his knees to get a closer look. He parted my pussy lips, gaze roaming over my flesh in ownership.
I tried to shuffle away, but I didn’t get far. He shoved me up against the side of the wooden cabinet, the fragile glass ornaments clinking together in warning.
Greyson shifted one of my legs over his shoulder, then his eyes raised to mine, all-consuming. “Watch me.”
I was trembling. With fear. With expectation.
He pushed forward and sent one luscious lick from my ass all the way up to my clit. And just as the soft sensation of his tongue registered, Greyson growled and dove face-first into my pussy.
He didn’t hold back.
Unyielding. Powerful. Relentless. I had no choice but to submit to the call.
Just when I was about to erupt, Greyson suddenly pulled back, his chin streaked in red and glistening with our release.
His lips lifted into a distorted smile, entirely deranged, which sent a shiver down my spine.
“I have the taste of your virgin blood on my tongue, Ada. And in turn, I have laid claim to the deepest, darkest parts of you.”
“You’re a monster,” I proclaimed, entirely transfixed as my thumb pressed against his lower lip.
“Yes. Your monster.”
I freely gave myself over to him, and I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
The last tangents of my mind only processed Greyson’s mouth worshipping me, my lustful screams rebounding off the walls, and the crashing of glass ricocheting over the floor.