25. Verena
25
VERENA
That was fucking amazing. Never in my life have I experienced an orgasm so riveting and toe-curling. And he didn’t need to lift a finger to touch me.
It’s official, Grimm Griswold has me wrapped around his finger. He could tell me to get on all fours and bark in the campus square and I’d happily oblige as long as I get a taste of him again.
We dress and prepare to head out. I made sure to wear the perfect outfit that Leila would absolutely despise. A black leather halter corset pushes my girls together giving me the perfect amount of cleavage. I opted for a shirt with no sleeves just so she can see the lingering bruises her precious little boy left on my skin before he disappeared into thin air…or into my pasta dish.
Leo preferred my straight hair to my natural curls and after my shower today, I decided to embrace everything about myself that he hated. My skin, where he preferred his indigo kisses to my olive tone. My hair, falling in ringlets down my back. My outfit, showing off all the glorious curves I was given.
My jeans are skin tight and do wonders for my legs. Heeled combat boots and loads of silver jewelry complete my look. Little machetes hang from my ears and I giggle at the irony of it all. I’ve had these earrings for years and never gave them a second glance. Overnight, they’ve become my favorite pair and have more meaning than any other piece in my closet.
The cherry on top of it all is my smokey black eye makeup. I spent an hour watching “siren eyes” tutorials, perfecting the look. The last time this bitch sees me I need to present myself in a way where I feel the most powerful.
Grimm emerges from the bathroom dressed in black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve, the accessory of a preroll tucked behind his ear. His muscles can be seen clear as day through his shirt and my mind wanders to all the things I’d do to him if he was shirtless. It’s obvious he has the same idea as his eyes roam over every inch of my body and I can’t help but bask in his attention. My heart thumps in my chest and I feel my cheeks heat as they redden.
“Black is your color, little monster. You look ravishing.” He compliments, stepping closer to me. His nose burrows into the crook of my neck as he inhales my scent and whispers, “I could devour you whole, right here, right now.”
Smiling, I respond, “I have no objections to that.”
Pulling back, he straightens and shakes his head, “If we start, we won’t stop. And this cunt needs a taste of her own bitchy medicine.” He lowers his hand to cup my ass and then taps it lightly. “Let’s go fuck some shit up.”
Grimm tucks his hair behind his ear and I grab the preroll before noticing a glint coming in the direction of his ear.
He has a fucking earring. A silver chain dangles from his left ear and my mouth goes slack.
“Yes, I have an earring. No, I don’t wear it all the time. It’s only for special occasions and being with you, bringing you to meet my family, is special. It’s not something I’ve done before and I wouldn’t do with anyone else.” He pauses as his smile widens, “Yes, I’ll keep it on while I fuck your brains out later.”
I’m utterly speechless. “Yes,” is all I can make out before we’re both doubled over laughing at my lame ass reaction to something as simple as an earring.
Grimm wraps his arm around my waist and we grab the trays of lasagna from the kitchen before entering the garage.
His blacked out McLaren is sleek and sexy. The leather interior smells just like him. He hands me a lighter and revs the engine. Before peeling out of the garage, he flashes me a smile. “Spark that, baby. It’s showtime.”