For months, I’d watched her bleed for another man and I wanted it back. I wanted all of her back. I was greedy for it
“Why didn’t you tell me what was in your letters?”
At her silence, I slapped her pussy.
She arched on a cry. Her nails curled into my neck and her lips searched for mine—like she wanted me to do it again.
“I was scared,” she breathed, raspy voice ragged.
“Did you think I would leave you?” I growled against her hot mouth.
“No. I didn’t know how. I was afraid you would look at me differently.” She groaned the words into my mouth and I slid deeper inside her. I swear the honesty was getting me off.
She gasped, squeezing around the head of my cock.
Fuck.
She liked it.
Of course she did.
“More,” she begged. I held her as she writhed on top of me, sweat breaking out on both of us.
“Give me another fucking secret.”
“I don’t…” she broke off, eyes fluttering shut, and her ass clenched.
Crazed, I tore her dress to her thigh, exposing her cunt. Gossamer and feathers fluttered on either side of us, and my little queen was naked for me—though bits of her dress still stuck to her thighs. And fuck, if that didn’t do something to me. Now as I fucked her, as I pounded her ass, I saw her dress torn to shreds and I saw her cunt shiver and quake for me.
Fuck. I missed her gingerbread skin and the way it glowed for me when she was drunk on sex.
“I’m going to rip apart your fucking soul.” My voice was shredded like my willpower, I could barely hold it together. “Make you beg me to put it back together.”
“Please,” she moaned.
“You know what I want,” I growled.
I’d nearly bottomed out. I think I was begging at this point too.
For her soul.
Or maybe so I could just fucking fuck her already.
“I don’t know what else there is to say—”
Another slap.
Followed by her intoxicating moan, her ass squeezing my cock.
She sighed hot into my mouth. “Grayson.”
She was fucking perfect, fucking made for me. Only she looked at my darkness and fucking begged for more. We could be separated by space, by time, and I’d still feel her. We were carved from the same broken star.
“Tell me all your words. I told you your secrets were mine.” I slid my finger inside her cunt.
“Oh God.” She arched into it, into the feeling of being filled. “Oh, Grayson. Oh…” she trailed off, stony eyes hazy.
“Even the dark. Even the ugly. Fucking give it to me.”
“That night…the night I slept with West—”
“Was my fault,” I cut her off.
“You said you wanted all my words, so let me fucking tell them to you!” she yelled.
“Fuck!” I groaned, arching my back and bottoming inside her. “Then tell me, Snitch.”
STORY
“That night I wanted to hurt you.”
“Yeah?” Grayson rasped.
“I wanted to destroy us. Desecrate everything that was sacred.”
His breathing was heavy and jagged. This position was insanely intimate. I never thought it could be like this, but he filled me everywhere.
Fucking my ass with a hard, destructive rhythm, sliding his fingers in my cunt. Slapping. Toying. Owning. Ripping my jaw up when I forgot to look at him, or if he just wanted to crush his lips to mine, wet and sloppy.
“I had a thorn,” I gasped. “I begged you to rip him out of me but how could you, when I thought I deserved to be in pain?” His teeth slid across my neck. “I kept pushing it deeper. I kept bleeding.”
“More,” he demanded. His dick throbbed inside of me, like he was getting off to the worst parts of me. The darker I went, the louder he groaned.
I was twisting in it.
“But I only want you inside me. In my heart. In my soul. In the dark parts I can’t go. And when I realized there was someone still inside me…making me bleed…”
“More.” He went harder—punishing.
“I’m scared,” I admitted.
“Little nun,” he said soft and coaxing, “do you think anything you say could ever make me leave you? Make me look at you differently?”
“I-I…” I broke off on a groan as he switched positions, deeper—ripping my darkest, dirtiest thoughts while he gave me pleasure.
“Be a good girl, Story.” His kiss turned sweet. Hot. Massaging my breasts and down between my thighs. I couldn’t think. “Give me a secret.”
“I don’t feel bad,” I admitted on a long groan as his fingers rounded my clit. “I’d do it again. Because…because I think that night showed me all the thorns I couldn’t see. That night freed me.”
There it was.
The piece that had been cutting my soul. That horrible, jagged shard I was too afraid to say to myself, let alone aloud, to the love of my life.
I waited for him to shame me.
To hate me.
“Grayson—” I tried to backtrack.
He groaned a deep, longing sound at the base of my neck, head falling to my shoulder blades. “Fucking perfect.”
Then he lifted his head.
Our eyes locked.
It was out.
It was finally fucking out.
I felt…free.
“I knew you were trouble when you kissed me.”
He crushed his lips to mine, violent and vicious. It was sloppy and wet and desperate. Grayson flipped me to my stomach, his cock bottoming out inside me and I sucked in air.
This position was the deepest.
His lips brushed my ear. “Breathe, little wife.”
He started a slow, gentle, ruthless rhythm until I was nothing but heat and aching. Until my stomach was a knot begging to be undone. Until every slight touch had me preening into it like a cat.
“Fuck. You’re so perfect.” He brushed the hair out of my face, lips against my neck. “My good little wife, letting me deep inside her soul.”
His approval made my skin tingle, my teeth ache.
I would do anything to hear that soft, gentle tone.
“Please,” I begged.
I don’t know what I was begging for.
Harder?
Slower?
Faster?
Just… “More,” I groaned.
Using me like a doll, he reached under and lifted me up so my ass was in the air and my cheek flush against the marble. Everything about this was wrong and so right. He burned our love onto the marble, on a floor I’d once mopped, where he’d once tormented me.
“Your soul is fucking mine, Story. Every dark corner, every bleeding piece. You don’t give that shit out to anyone ever again.”
“Yours,” I sighed. “All yours.”
He ripped my lips to his for a brief, soul-searing kiss, then he slapped my pussy again and gripped my hips, pounding.
“Whose cock is inside you?” Pound.
“Yours.” Pound.
“Who do you think about when you’re filled?” Pound.
“You.” I groaned. “Only you.”
Grayson was everywhere. His muscular thighs caged me, his carved chest and abs hot on my back. His lips and teeth kissed and bit from neck to shoulders to spine.