Chapter Six
Milly
“Milly Pennington,” Alania Santos says happily.
Fuck…
Oh fuck…
Everyone turns and looks at me, but I snap my head to Grayson.
He looks just as shocked, but also relieved.
I expect some sort of outburst on his part, but he just turns his body toward me and motions for me to walk to him.
It takes me a second to breathe again, but I rush over to him so he can wrap me in a tight hug.
“Breathe. You’re okay,” Grayson whispers as I choke on sobs as my body shakes. “Count with me, Milly. One. Two. Three. Three. Two. One.”
“One. Two. Three. Three. Two. One,” I whisper into his chest over and over again while the other names are called. By the time he lifts my face, I am calm.
“We’ve got this, okay?”
“Do you want this? Me?” I ask quietly as the other matches talk as well.
“More than you know, Milly. I was fucking dreading seeing you with another man… but now you are mine,” he says.
“I saw Greg…”
“So did I. Adam is watching out. Adrian and Alania know what is going on as well. Not too specifically, but they know there might be issues with the pairing tonight,” he tells me. “You know what’s about to happen, right? Are you ready?”
“I’m crazy, Gray, not stupid,” I laugh.
“You are a brat, Milly,” Grayson says with finality as he grabs my face and kisses me. The world melts away. When we pull back, the first match is already fucking. The woman who is bent over the altar is getting railed by her new husband, and I love that for her. She looks so happy.
I stand with Grayson, and one by one, each match goes through their ceremony and fills the room with moans. When everyone turns to us, a voice cuts through my freshly bloomed happiness.
“I will not allow this!” Greg booms. “I did not permit her to…”
“Milly is twenty-four years old, Mr. Chesterson,” Alania interrupts.
“She does not need your permission to enter any program in this institute. You can either sit and watch her ceremony, or get the fuck out. I will not have you make a mockery of this institute with that childish behavior. Milly is not an object, nor is any other woman in this room.”
I go to face him, but Grayson stops me with a kiss. “He can’t hurt you anymore, my love. Only I can,” Grayson says with a wicked smile.
“I apologize for the interruption, Grayson. You two may continue,” Alania says. “Milly, you look stunning. I love that dress.”
“Thank you,” I say with a sweet smile.
“Ready?” Grayson asks me.
“Uh… yeah,” I say.
Grayson holds my waist and steps me up to the altar.
I focus on his hands, and nothing else. He nudges me forward so that I bend at the waist over the surface.
I rest on my forearms and drop my head to avoid having to see Greg.
He is sitting with Mom, almost directly in front of me.
His face is the last thing I want to see right now.
I move my feet apart, and Grayson pushes my dress up to my waist. I sigh softly when he squeezes my ass, but gasp when he pushes two of his very large fingers into my pussy.
I am so fucking turned on for this man, and now he knows just how much he affects me.
I move up to my hands, and he leans in to whisper in my ear.
“I am not a gentle man, Milly. Not in that club, and not with my wife,” he rumbles as he slowly fucks me with his fingers. “You are my perfect match… The woman built to take the pain I love to inflict. Remember that I love you, but I am about to make you doubt me.”
“Challenge accepted,” I say quietly as he pulls his fingers out of me. “He’s already angry with… Give him another reason to be angry.”
Grayson grabs hold of my hips, and with one violent thrust, he slams his cock inside of me, causing a loud, feral moan to rack from my throat.
He is so fucking big that it hurts. The way he stretches my pussy open to accommodate his size is absolute insanity alone, but how deep he pushes into me and the ripples of pain that fill my belly tell me that the test was so fucking right. He is perfect.
Grayson immediately sets a pace where he is fucking me hard, fast, and deep.
There is no damn way I can contain my pleasure, and I don’t want to.
Having him buried inside of me makes me feel invincible.
I push my hips back to meet his force, and I whimper at the pain that surges through my pelvis.
I match his rhythm, and it’s fucking addictive the way the pain and pleasure mingle.
How ironic that the same man who has vowed to help me heal mentally is going to be the one to break me with his dick.
I have come so many times now, I can hardly think. Grayson grabs my throat and turns my head to kiss me hard as he rails into me. I whimper, and my legs tremble, but I never want this to end. His kiss tastes like sadistic pleasure and happiness.
Grayson breaks our kiss when he slams into me harder as he tightens his grip on my throat to the point that I can’t breathe. I continue to push my hips back to take his cock harder while my eyes roll back in my head. Just as I am about to come, he allows me to breathe, and I explode.
“Oh fuck, Grayson,” I moan loudly in perfect harmony as we come. I can feel the way his cock pulsates inside of me as he drains his cock deep in my cunt.
Instead of pulling out of me, he turns my face and kisses me. “My sweet little masochist… I never knew I needed someone so much until I was inside you.”
“Greg is going to fucking kill me, but loving you is worth dying for,” I say breathlessly as he pulls my dress down and turns me around. Only now am I seeing that he is pierced. I thought I felt it, but I was so dazed. “The feral urge to go to my knees and suck you clean…”
“Fuck, you are incredible,” he groans as he kisses me again. “Let’s go home, Milly.”
“What about my stuff?” I ask. He throws his hand up to someone behind me, and I hear Adam’s voice. “Tell Greg we need to talk.”
“Gray…” I say with a panicked voice.
“Please trust me,” he says softly.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Most of the room has emptied, but I notice that Adrian, Brentley, Raul, Derek, and Alania are still here and watching us. Grayson kisses me once more before turning me to stand at his side. Greg and Mom stop in front of us, and I can tell Mom wants to hug me.
“The last thing I want to do is to start an unnecessary war over Milly,” Grayson says calmly. “I understand you did not want her as a part of the programs that The Dove Institute offers, but I assure you that I have no bad intentions when it comes to her.”
“She is unstable and…”
“She is not unstable, Greg,” Grayson says. “You agreed to let her see me because you knew I would not sugarcoat anything, right?”
“Yes,” Greg growls, glaring at me.
“Then understand that Milly is not unstable. She is perfectly capable of functioning independently. She is highly traumatized, but has come a long way,” Grayson says.
“She’s fucking crazy, Grayson. Don’t sit there and tell me that making up an entire person is normal,” Greg snaps.
“It is when your father raped you at ten, gets you pregnant, and shoots you to cover it up,” Grayson says, his tone dropping.
“Let’s not forget witnessing her father blow his brains out three feet away from her…
She has been through a lot, but she is coping well.
She knows Molly is not real. She knows that Molly is a product of complex PTSD.
She has to rewire fourteen years of memories to figure out what is real and what isn’t, and that takes a while sometimes.
I am the perfect person she should be with to go through this journey. ”
“Are you going to allow her to see us?” Mom asks.
“She is not a prisoner, Charlotte,” Grayson says. “I will say, though, because of her triggers, I will not be allowing her to be alone with anyone other than me.”
“Why?” Greg snaps. “I thought you said she was functioning?”
“Functioning doesn’t mean without triggers, Greg,” Grayson says with an annoyed sigh. “Either way, that is my rule for everyone. If you wish to see her, fine, but she will not be with anyone alone.”
“Maybe you two could come for dinner soon?” Mom suggests.
“Let me look at my schedule, and we can nail down a time,” Grayson says. “We will be coming by tomorrow to get her belongings, though, so maybe lunch?”
“That works,” Greg grunts. “Come on, Charlotte.”
Mom hurries to hug me, and I let her wrap her arms around me. “I am so happy for you, baby girl,” Mom whispers in my ear. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too, Mom,” I say when she pulls away. Greg steps up to me to hug me. Grayson doesn’t move, but lets him hug me.
“Open your mouth and I’ll fucking kill you,” Greg whispers in my ear as he hugs me. When he pulls away, I back away until Grayson grabs my waist.
“Well, it’s been a long day,” Grayson says. “We will be by around noon.”
“Mhmm,” Greg says, glaring at me still. “Be good, Milly.”
I nod and drop my head, not wanting to look at him.
Grayson pulls me away and leads me off stage.
Adam shows up with my bags, and everything is a blur as we get outside.
I am on the verge of a spiral, and I think Grayson can sense it.
He puts me in his SUV and says goodbye to Adam before driving us away.
He doesn’t say anything, but he offers me his hand.
I take it and squeeze, desperately trying to ground myself.
After a few minutes, Grayson speaks up. “What did he say to you?” he asks.
“He said if I open my mouth, he’d kill me,” I say quietly.
“I won’t let him hurt you,” Grayson says softly. “I don’t care what I have to do…”
“And if he does?” I ask.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Grayson says with venom in his tone.