Chapter 18
Maya
Oh God.
I know what I’m thinking and feeling is wrong. Or at least not right. It’s a sickness. But… my heart is starting to beat for him in ways that have absolutely nothing to do with fear. And I am perfectly aware that this is the final iron nail in the coffin of my relationship with Valeria.
I know this isn’t smart. I know that one day he might do to me exactly what he did to her.
But my brain is frantically trying to rationalize the madness: it’s because he is the only person who has ever made me feel like I am anything at all.
He’s the first person to ever celebrate my birthday. He’s the only one who has ever looked at me and made me feel like I’m not completely invisible.
Not nothing.
And that is so fucking dangerous.
Because the second we cross the threshold of the estate and return home, I can’t even stop myself.
I pounce on him, throwing my arms around his neck and crashing my lips against his.
I am associating him—this place that used to feel like the setting of a horror movie—with home.
It isn’t home.
It isn’t.
It isn’t.
But God damn it, the denial isn’t working.
Because as his tongue immediately works its way deep into my mouth, I completely forget everything I wanted to think about.
There is only him and me.
Him—the man I am slowly, helplessly falling for simply because he celebrated my birthday and made me feel like I matter.
The rest of the world can burn in hell. He moves down to kiss my neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses and bites across my shoulders.
I already know they are going to be littered with dark purple marks by tomorrow.
I am in a total trance, high off feeling like I fucking matter, and my lips move before my brain can stop them.
“Fuck me.”
Graham raises his head from my chest, where he was aggressively sucking and biting hard enough to cover my small breasts in bright red brands.
“What?” he breathes, like he needs to hear me say the words one more time before he completely destroys me.
And I give it to him.
I surrender.
“I want you.”
No sooner have the words left my mouth than he flings me over his broad shoulder. His palm comes down on my ass, spanking me over and over as he marches us up the staircase toward the bedroom.
My skin is already stinging, burning a bright, furious red, and it is exactly what I need.
I need to be made to feel like the absolute slut I am for willingly giving myself to a beast. A devil. A monster of a man.
He throws me onto the mattress and tears off my dress and underwear with lightning speed.
Without a second of hesitation, he drops straight to his knees at the edge of the bed.
He stays completely immaculate in his expensive suit, his dark hair rumpled as he wedges his broad shoulders between my knees.
Fuckkk.
As always, the very first swipe of his rough tongue makes me feel like I’ve been shot straight into heaven.
But then he pulls back, blowing hot breath directly onto my soaked slit.
My own scent floods the air, and he sniffs like a rabid, starved dog.
My knees buckle, smashing me back down to earth for a mere millisecond before he launches me into an even higher heaven.
“My fucking favorite meal,” he hisses against my wet skin.
He pinches my thighs, dragging my lower body away from the base of the mattress. He manipulates me until my lower half is dangling entirely off the bed, supported only by his shoulders.
The orgasm crashes over my body so hard that I swear to God I can see stars and galaxies exploding behind my eyelids.
He throws my lower body back onto the bed, handling me like a total caveman.
I am sickened by how deeply attracted I am to his roughness.
Graham stays fully clothed, but he yanks his trousers open, freeing his huge cock.
I have no idea how it will ever fit inside me.
Seeing my terror, he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to the side of my brow.
“Just breathe for me, my love.”
But the moment he tries to push past my tight entrance, a scream tears from my throat.
He quickly crashes his lips over mine, stealing the sound entirely.
It hurts like a fucking bitch.
“It hurts… hurts,” I whisper.
“Shh,” he hushes me. “Poor baby… my cock is too big for you? Tell me, Maya.”
“Too big,” I slur, my head spinning.
I’m not a virgin, but he makes me feel like it’s my first time.
Looking up at him, I can see he is nowhere near as unaffected as he wants to appear. His jaw is clenched into a snarl, the thick veins in his forehead pulsing as he pants like a wild animal.
He sneaks a hand between our bodies, finding my swollen clit and aggressively rubbing it.
“Breathe,” he growls. “It will feel better. You are mine, Maya. Your body was literally built to stretch for my cock.”
I do what I’m told, focusing entirely on his hand, and slowly, the agonizing pain begins to fade away.
He begins to thrust.
Each movement rocks the entire bed.
“You’re never leaving this bed,” he pants. “I’m going to fill you up until you breathe my name in your sleep. You’re my fucking captive, little flower.”
The pleasure and possessiveness mix into a high.
Like the world’s most potent drug is in my system.
But right at the very end, he forces my hips down against the mattress, pinning me still.
Every logical part of my brain screams against it.
Yet despite my mind, my traitorous body responds anyway.