“Here,” Grey says, grabbing two bandages. He wraps them around each wrist, covering the stitches so I don’t have to look at them. “These are your proof of survival. Don’t be ashamed of them.”
A lump forms in my throat, and I give him a faint nod. Outside, Daxton finishes fueling the car, putting the gas pump back in its place before he heads into the station, cap far down over his face to conceal any identity.
The moment he steps into the store, Grey is on me, kissing me with such longing and urgency that it catches me off guard. It’s a dangerous embrace, yet it steers me home all the same—the only solid ground in a world crumbling around us.
His lips possess a blend of heaven and hell, intoxicating and irresistible. He pulls me closer, his hands finding my hips, guiding me onto his lap until I straddle him, bodies intertwinedin a heated connection.
“I can’t even tell you how much I’ve missed you,” he whispers. “There’s not enough time in the world where I’d be able to get all that time back, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try to regain it. Let me make it up to you.”
I’m unable to reply, my breath caught in my throat. I’m exhausted and scared all at once, but Grey has always been the only one to ground me when everything else shatters into ruins.
He begins trailing kisses over my neck. The sounds he makes are sloppy yet erotic all the same, and my stomach tingles with the need to have him close. It’s all I can think of—how he consumes my mind entirely until I’m a puddle of desire and longing.
“Daxton will be back in ten minutes,” I state through a moan as he bites down on my neck. I say it as a warning, even when I don’t want him to stop.
Grey releases an animalistic growl, his gaze piercing mine with an intensity that deepens the crimson hue of my cheeks. His hand digs into my hips possessively, as if anchoring me to him, afraid I might slip out of his hold. I feel the fabric of the dress I chose for our escape—simple and black, with long sleeves to ward off the chill, and black tights covering my legs.
“I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips when I make you scream.”
There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes that has me smirking, loving the primal way he has claimed me as his. Before I know it, he lowers my dirty black dress until it reaches my waist, revealing my black laced bra underneath. He leaves kisses down my collarbone, finally reaching my breasts. He removes my bra with one hand before taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I can’t help but moan as he sucks and nibbles, making me whimper.
He bites down gently, and I automatically push into his touch,seeking more. “Grey,” I stutter.
“I know, little doll,” he says with a knowing grin, looking around outside the car to make sure no one is around us. It’s too early for anyone to be awake at this hour, so we’re the only ones parked at the gas station.
I quickly fumble with the zipper of his jeans, unfastening his belt. He eases out of his jeans so they reach his ankles before he grabs the belt.
“You look so pretty tied up. Let’s have a look, shall we?”
Eyes sparkling with mischief, he gently takes my bandaged wrists and secures the belt around them, making sure not to fasten it too tightly. He looks at me as if I’m a goddess sent from the heavens. It makes me feel powerful; as if everything will be okay as long as I have him in my life.
His cock springs free from his jeans and boxers, and my mouth waters at the veins running along it, throbbing from my mere attention. If there’d been more time, I’d have sucked him off, but his brother will be here soon.
Without another word, Grey grabs the hem of my thin tights and rips them apart, causing a tearing sound to erupt in the car. I look at him with an open mouth.
“Hey! Those are the only tights I had.”
“Not anymore,” he says, an arrogant smirk splitting his lips before bringing up his finger to shush me.
He touches my lips and looks at me with a heated gaze. “Be a good girl and suck on my finger,” he purrs in pure delight.
Then, he slowly slips that finger into my mouth, commanding me to lick and suck on it. I part my lips, allowing him to ease it inside as instructed. Never once do I break eye contact with him. I feel his other hand find its way to my panties, pushing them aside to reach my clit. My body responds instinctively, bucking against him while seeking more—cravingmore. As he positions me over his cock, it teases my entrance before easing into me,eliciting a shared groan from both of us.
“Grey,” I stutter out as he fills me up until it feels as if I will explode from the sensation and the utter need to have him.
“That’s it, little doll. You’re doing so well for me.”
His finger has left my mouth, and I feel his warm touch on my bare ass, slapping without forewarning until I moan. Wetness drips from me as my stomach coils from the heat, and I begin rocking my hips back and forth, riding him until the tip of his cock hits thatoh-so-sweetspot inside me.
“Rub your clit for me,” he demands, voice laced with darkness and something erotic. “Let me see you fall apart.”
I follow his orders—how could I not when he looks at me like I’m the sole center of his attention? He always chases away the demons plaguing my mind, making me feel more like myself than I’ve ever felt before.
I continue to rock my hips, and with his guidance, I bounce on him, seeking pleasure. Sweat beads my forehead, but I cannot care as he hits my G-spot, rubbing my clit with two expert fingers. The pure pleasure has my eyes rolling, and I throw back my head. He kisses my collarbone, gripping my hair tightly as he moves me closer to him. Capturing my lips in a bruising hold, I give in to the toxic kiss.
His breaths come out faster, harder, as I clench around his cock, on the very verge of erupting.
“What I feel for you is utter madness, and I don’t ever want it to stop.”
