Chapter 32 #3
“Favorite movie?”
His lips tip into a smile, not a grin or a smirk, but a panty-dropping smile. “Any you’ll watch with me.”
I hate that by the time our plates are empty, I can’t entirely despise him. The thought sobers me, renewing the war inside of me between what I know and what I feel. I pile our plates in my hand and walk back into the kitchen to put them in the sink.
Turning on the tap, I let the cool water run over my hands, grounding me, giving me anything else to think about but him.
After several minutes of scrubbing, I’m surprised I haven’t scrubbed the pattern off of the ceramic plates.
A surprised squeak pops from my mouth when warm arms wrap around my waist and I’m pulled against a hard chest.
“I like the way you look in our home, little bird,” Gray purrs, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.
Our home? Did he just say our freaking home?! Does he think since I’m here that I’m moving in with him?
“No, no, nope, absolutely not!” The words I intended to shout come out breathy and whispered. My face scrunches up into a scowl and I force my voice to be louder, more forceful. “You are insane. This is insane. Just get me my shit. I’m leaving.”
He whips my body around, his arms tightening around me, forcing me to face him. I wince, expecting a sharp slap that never comes. The anger I expect to see in his face when I open my eyes isn’t there. His face is a mask of patience, his eyes soft in understanding.
“I just need to go home, Gray. I really need to go—”
His lips crash into mine in a searing kiss.
He claims my mouth with desperate hunger, like nothing has ever been as important.
Like he needs this, needs me. Every thought in my head blinks out into nothingness as he devours me.
I let myself become lost in his kiss, letting all the world fall away until there’s nothing but the two of us.
His tongue parts the seam of my lips and I let him. He swallows my moans as his tongue slides against mine. His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms locked behind his neck, as he carries me to the couch.
Our lips part, both of us breathless and panting. “You’re mine, Ava,” he growls. “My home, my fucking soul. I’ve been giving you time to wrap your beautiful mind around it, but you are mine. And whether it’s here or somewhere else, we will live together. You will never be rid of me.”
The sofa groans as we fall onto it, but I can’t bring myself to care about the integrity of his fancy furniture when I’m on his lap. His hand slides up my neck, his fingers gripping my hair. The sharp bite of pain forces me to cry out when he pulls.
“You like that, don’t you, precious?” His voice is rasped and full of need. “You like it when I hurt you.”
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
His hand tightens in my hair, drawing my neck to the side and kisses me in the sensitive spot below my ear.
His teeth scrape against my neck, pulling a moan from my throat.
His cock hardens beneath me, his length pressed against my naked core with only his sweatpants between us.
I roll my hips, grinding against him, feeling his impossible size.
His hand slides under my shirt. I gasp as the rough skin of his calloused palms scrapes over my ribcage. His thumb rolls over my nipple and it hardens under his touch. He pinches the sensitive bud between his fingers until I choke out a sound that falls somewhere between a sob and a moan.
His hands move around my body and I feel like they're everywhere all at once.
He grabs my hip so hard that I'm certain I'll find bruises there tomorrow.
When he wraps his other hand around my throat, my breath catches.
My mind races, thoughts bouncing around like ping-pong balls.
I shouldn't want this. This is wrong. This isn't real.
It's all lies. He doesn't want me. No one truly wants me. This is a game to him. I'm nothing.
“Eyes on me,” Gray demands. “Get out of that pretty little head. Stay right here with me.”
My eyes snap to his and I let myself fall into them.
The dark ocean in his eyes sucks me in, drowning me.
A wave of calm crashes over me as I focus on him.
His words wash over me and my mind quiets.
Something inside of me eases, letting go of the pain it’s been gripping so tightly, as if I would let him carry it for me.
“There you go,” he says softly, “you're doing so well. Keep those eyes on me.”
His hips lift, his hard shaft pressing against my core. He rolls his hips and my clit pulses with the delicious friction. He controls me with his hand, pushing and pulling my body, forcing me to grind against him.
Gray purrs in my ear, a dark, raspy sound thick with desire, “That’s it, precious. Rub that greedy little cunt on your master.”
And goddamnit, I do. I rock my hips back and forth with abandon. With each movement, his cock brushes against my clit and my legs quiver. A filthy sound pours from my mouth as pleasure ripples through my body, which tightens like a spring. Each pass of my hips coils it tighter, tighter, tighter.
“Please,” I whimper. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. For him to stop? For him to keep going? For more? The heat inside of me is burning and the spring keeps coiling. “Need…”
“I’ll give you what you need,” Gray promises, his hand sliding up my inner thigh. “Let go for me, little bird. Let me hear you sing.”
He pinches my clit between his fingers and the spring inside of me uncoils.
I scream out a croaked moan as white-hot pleasure explodes through my body.
My pussy spasms, clenching against the emptiness inside me as the orgasm rips me open.
I collapse against Gray’s chest, panting and riding out the aftershocks.
I let myself enjoy the embrace of his arms, rubbing my cheek against his pec like a cat marking its favorite human. The sweet, masculine scent of him soothes me in a way that it shouldn’t. But I let it, basking in the warmth of his body and the way I fit in his arms.
The pleasurable haze begins to lift from my mind and I startle in his embrace. Suddenly needing to be anywhere but on top of him, I wrench myself backward. His arms quickly band around me and I thump back into his chest. He hums approvingly, his hand stroking comforting circles on my back.
“I’ve got you, precious.” Precious. A tingling warmth spreads through my chest at the word. “You did so well. You’re such a good girl for me.”
Like the pathetic creature I am, I melt back into his arms. All the while, that little voice inside of my head chides, You are so fucked.