28. Verena
28
VERENA
“Fuck, say that again,” he whimpers while pressing his lips to mine. He whimpers. Desire floods my core at him going soft for me. That the beast of a man that is Grimm turns into a pile of mush in my hands.
“Please,” He kisses my lips softly as his hands find my waist and lift me onto the counter. “I’ve been such a good boy, haven't I?” His lips continue to pepper soft kisses against mine as his hands leave my waist and settle between my thighs. “Such a good boy for not fucking you on the table in front of my whole family,” He grips the thin material of my tights that rests against my pussy and pulls.
“Such,” Rip.
“A good,” Rip.
“Boy,” He yanks the rest of the way until a large hole is formed in my tights displaying my pussy. His hand grips the side of my thong before pulling it to the side and baring my soaked slit to him. “Say it again,” he whispers while dragging his finger through my folds and pushing it inside.
He pumps his finger in me, his lips tracing along the pulse in my throat. I toss my head back as the words flow from my lips again, “I need you, Grimm.” My breathy words float around us, his finger pulls out and the head of his dick nudges against my entrance.
My head snaps forward and I lock eyes with him, our panting breaths mixing between us. “You’ve been such a good boy. Keep it up. Be a good boy and give me what I need.” His hand clamps against my mouth as his other wraps around my waist, pulling me to the edge of the counter as his hips slam forward.
The scream I let out is muffled from his hand as my walls immediately clamp down around him. The stretch of his cock spearing into me is everything I’ve been craving since he placed a vibrator to my clit and forced me to cum over and over again. While he just watched me as he smoked a blunt.
He throws his head back, shutting his eyes. “Fuck.” When he drops his head back down and tips his chin towards his chest, his eyes staring into mine as a strand of his long curls falls in front of his eyes, I almost combust right then and there.
Pulling out until just the tip of his cock sits inside me, he slams his hips back forward, bottoming out. He repeats the long, hard thrusts, his hand clamping down tighter around my mouth as he pounds into me. My labored breaths behind his hand are the only sound besides his soft grunts as he pumps his hips.
“I’m gonna remove my hand, and you’re going to stay quiet. Isn't that right?” Pulling his hand back, he slams his hips forward somehow harder than he had been, the action making my whole body jerk backward and a surprised gasp to slip from my lips.
His tattooed hand immediately wraps around my throat, cutting off my oxygen. “Bad, bad girl, Verena. I told you to stay quiet,” He squeezes harder. “Good sluts listen.” He drags his cock from me before ruthlessly slamming back in, “Are you going to be my good little slut and listen?”
I nod my head quickly in his tight grip just as white spots start to dance against my vision. In my lightheaded haze, I let the words float around in my mind. When Leo would call me the degrading names it was like whip lashes against my skin, carving the words unto my flesh. But with Grimm, it’s… Empowering . It kisses my skin and seeps to my core. It makes me feel raw and alive.
It makes me feel sexy. Desirable. Free.
“Words, little monster.” His hand leaves my throat and yanks at my halter top, exposing my nipples. “Yes,” I gasp. His mouth attaches to my nipple, circling his tongue around the hardened bud. He bites down until pain morphs into pleasure and the shock of the contrasting feelings courses through me, straight to my clit.
“Yes what? Say it.” His teeth graze my nipple again before he places a kiss over the assaulted bud. His hands go to my hips, gripping the sides of my waist as he yanks me forward to meet his thrusts. His fingers dig into the flesh of my sides as he pulls me forward so roughly my whole lower half slides off the counter.
A shriek leaves my lips as I put my weight on my arms behind me. Grimm holds me by my hips in the air like I weigh absolutely nothing, the corded veins of his arms pop and his muscles bulge as he continues to pull me in to meet every thrust. He shoves forward, his large frame holding me up and towering over me as he holds himself unmoving as deep as he can go.
He stays there, taunting me.
“Grimm, please,” I beg, my hips wiggling while still suspended in the air, trying to encourage him to move.
In a languid thrust, he pulls out and slams back forward, “Fucking say it,” he grunts.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be your good slut and listen!”
His lips slam to mine as he bucks his hips back forward, bottoming out every time. The pain from the stretch of him mixes with the pleasure and my limbs start to heat as my orgasm builds. Each thrust brings me closer and closer to heaven.
“I wanna feel you strangle my cock with your tight little pussy, V. Give it to me. Be a good slut and show me how much you like my thick cock when it’s pounding you.”
His words paired with the rhythm of his hips has my release barreling towards me. I throw my head back, my eyes rolling as heat washes over every bone in my body. I bite down on my tongue until a metallic tang fills my mouth to keep from crying out as he continues drilling into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his rhythm stutters as he curses, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. He sounds breathless, and as I come down from my high and look at him, my pussy flutters again at the sight.
His dark eyes bore into mine, pupils dilated with lust, red stains his cheeks, his angular jaw clenched. “I want you to fill me up with your cum, Grimm,” I pant. Like my words are the flame to a firework, he ignites.
“Yes, baby,” Grimm bottoms out and holds himself there. “Fuck, V. You’re going to be the death of me.”
His hips buck forward in his hold. My eyes widen as he continues to cum, the warm substance seeping into me and dripping to the counter.
When the last drop is spilled, he tucks himself back into his pants before taking my underwear and pulling it back over my pussy, trapping his cum against the material and my skin.
“I can’t wait to taste you later, little monster.” He whispers into my ear. My heart does backflips and cartwheels thinking about later with Grimm, his talented tongue, and that sexy little earring.
Pulling my dress back over my hips, I fix myself up the best I can before we leave the bathroom. It’s hard to pretend that nothing happened when there's a hole between my legs from where he ripped my tights and cum coats my underwear as it sticks to my skin.
Grimm pushes the door open and I begin to follow him out, but run into his back as he halts in his tracks. I try to peer around him to see what made him stop abruptly. When I do though, my blood turns cold in my veins at the sight of Greer leaning against the wall right next to the bathroom door.
The smug look on his face and the bulge in his pants tells me everything I need to know. His eyes skim Grimm before landing on me. They start at my toes before dragging up my legs, pausing for a moment where the rip in my tights begin. It feels as if he knows there's a hole there despite the fact my skirt is covering me. He drags his gaze up, pausing to stare at my breasts, then lips, before finally stopping at my eyes.
The way his eyes assessed me as if I had nothing on makes disgust turn in my stomach. Unease knocks on my subconscious as I stare back at him. “What the fuck, Greer?” Grimm shields me from his brother who’s stare hasn't left mine. His dark eyes glimmer as his smirk grows wider.
“Little brother, you didn’t tell me what a screamer she was. Do I get a turn with our lovely guest?”
I feel Grimm stiffen against me as I harden my stare, my eyes narrowing and my fists balling at my sides. I may have let one man make me feel as if I was weak but the reality is that I’m anything but. I am not a victim. I’m a survivor.
I survived him.
I won't let another man think he can intimidate or degrade me. Think that he can speak to me in any way outside of respect. While Leo may have been breaking me down, I took those broken pieces to form a new me. A version that's cracked with jagged edges, yet those pieces are stronger, sharper, and aren't afraid to cut a bitch.
I step around Grimm, to let his brother know just how well I can scream when Grimm’s hand flies out and grabs Greer by the neck. His fist tightens, the knuckles turning white as Greer’s smile shapes into something more sinister.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Grimm yanks his face closer to Greer’s, their noses practically touching.
“I asked if I get a turn,” he chokes from Grimm’s grip, his smile never faltering.
“Say that shit again, big brother. ” Greer’s face turns tomato red, his eyes bulging as Grimm’s grip somehow grows tighter. He releases him, but before anything else happens, he rears his fist back and slams it into Greer’s face.
Greer’s nose cracks and blood starts trickling from the newly crooked bone. Grimm’s hand wraps around my wrist before he's yanking me away from his brother and his eerie smile that still has not faltered.
“Enjoy the lasagna, asshole!” I spit out, angry at his treatment, but content that my revenge–and Grimm’s too–is already in motion.
Grabbing my wrist, Grimm pulls me down the hall and up the stairs. “There’s someone else we have to see before we go.”