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“Too much,” I pant, even as my hands release the grip I have on the sheets to grab my sensitive tits.

I knead my breasts, tugging on my nipples hard enough to send a wave of pleasure shooting to my clit.

He stays lapping at my clit, circling the nub with his tongue as he starts working his finger in and out of my sex, stretching me.

“Oh, God… I can’t… Gray…” I pant as he pulls me closer to an edge.

He has me wound so far up, I can tell the drop will be long.

“Eyes on me,” he growls, and my eyes snap open to lock with his, breath getting choppy as he picks up the pace, his finger moving faster in and out of me even as his tongue works over my clit, playing my body like a virtuoso.

There’s no warning, nothing I can do to brace for the explosion as it tears through me.

A white light flashes over my eyes, and for a solid three seconds, I am blind, mouth agape with a soundless scream as the muscles in my stomach clench before releasing rapidly with a rough shudder.

One that steals my breath away and threatens to wreck me.

I can’t breathe. I can hardly see through the haze of pleasure slithering over every nerve of my body.

It’s his name on my lips when I cry out again, rocking forward to ride his tongue and finger. I sob, tiny tremors rolling through me as he sucks at my clit, drawing out the climax until I’m trembling in the bed.

“I’m going to make you mine,” he claims, pulling out his fingers and climbing up my body. I notice a vein pulse on his forehead when the haze clears. “No one else can have you. No one fucking touches you after this.”

I can dream. I’ll allow myself to dream of belonging to this man for more than a single night.

“Yours,” I whisper, fantasizing about something that feels impossible.

But I don’t let myself linger on the thought as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his lips down on mine.

Wanting to be kissed. Wanting to have him breathe into me.

Wanting a connection—assurance. “Take me. Make me yours!”

I’m desperate for it. A part of me is terrified that something will happen any second to end this. Stop Gray before I can give him the part of myself that is mine to give.

My innocence is not for my father to sell or for the Vipers to claim. It’s mine, and I want Gray to have it. To have me!

Please.

“There isn’t a man strong enough to stop me from making you mine, princess,” Gray rasps as he settles between my legs, and I feel the heavy press of his erection.

His cock is huge, and considering how his finger felt inside of me, I figure it’s going to take some time before I get used to him, but I don’t care.

As long as it’s him.

Gray grasps the base of his shaft and strokes himself slowly before positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.

He rubs it over my sex, his eyes on mine as he eases his thickness inside of me.

“Oh!” I gasp at the pinch of pain as he stretches me, fighting the urge to lock my legs against the discomfort.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I don’t realize that my eyes have shut until he speaks.

I open my eyes and lift them to those perfect blues.

“I want you to see and remember who takes you. Who will only ever have you.” His left hand closes around my thigh and brings it to his hip, the move sending his cock deeper into me, stretching me and making me whimper at the intrusion.

“Shh, I’m going to make it all better, princess. ”

“Yours,” I breathe, wanting more than anything for it to be true.

“Damn right,” he hisses, rocking his cock in shallow thrusts until the feeling of discomfort shifts to that of pleasure. Each shallow thrust sends him deeper, and I can tell he’s holding back from the pulsing vein and the sweat beading his forehead.

He doesn’t want to hurt me. Even now, when it’s unavoidable, he still wants to make it better for me, and that sends my heart aching with affection.

I am in love with Gray, I realize with sadness.

It’s an odd moment to realize I love him, but as I stare up at the strong man, muscles tense and strained—I realize I will never love anyone more than this man.

Later in life, when I’m stuck in an unhappy relationship, my heart will still beat for him.

Race at the memory of his touch. Of his taste and scent.

I love him.

My hands circle his back and grip his butt before pulling him forward and rocking to meet his thrust, his roar mixing with the cry that tears from my lips. A sharp pain tears through me at the intrusion before dulling into a throb.

I feel him. Every inch of his massive shaft, filling me…stretching me…

“So full,” I pant, gripping him and digging my nails into his muscular back, no doubt breaking his skin with my grip.

“Fuck, baby, you should have let me take it easy for you,” he says, pressing his mouth over my temple, his breath just as heavy as mine. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck and hugging him tight against me. “It hurts a little, but it’s fading. Don’t stop. Please…take me.”

“Fuck,” he curses softly as he rolls his hips, giving my body a chance to get used to his massive girth as he draws back, but for only a second before he slides back in. My back arches and mouth parts with a gasp.

There’s pain, but there’s pleasure I wasn’t expecting.

His cock is touching the spots his tongue and finger couldn’t reach before, making my sex clench around him in response.

Arousal flares between us when he starts moving, hands digging into my hips as he pulls out before slamming forward, so hard it knocks the breath out of me.

And I revel in every second of it.

“More,” I beg into his ear, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. “Need more, Gray, please.”

“I’ll give you more!” Gray withdraws then slams forward with such force that it sends the bed slamming against the wall, and then everything goes static as he starts hammering into me.

Whatever pain is left morphs into toe-curling pleasure as his cock strokes a sweet spot inside me with every slam.

I sob, scratching a trail up and down his back as he takes me hard and fast, sending waves of shudders rolling through my body. “Mine!”

I feel more than hear that word, my heart wrenching painfully in my chest. “Yours,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around him and clinging hard to the solid wall of muscles. The wet sound of our love making echoes through the room, and it’s so obscene. So dirty, and yet, so perfect.

He’s so perfect.

And mine.

God, I want him to be mine!

“You feel so good, Scarlett. Your pussy is a fucking dream,” he says, breathing heavy as he picks up the pace and pistons in and out of me in a fevered pitch.

Pleasure grows from the place we’re connected before seeping through the rest of my body, threatening to send me over the edge yet again.

“No one else gets to have you. I’ll fucking kill anyone who touches you. ”

“Yes, oh God… Yes!”

“So fucking close,” he grinds out, frustration clear in his voice. “Come with me, baby. Need to see you come apart in my arms again.”

Gray leans down and closes his mouth over my nipple, sucking the bead into his wet mouth, and that’s the push I need to send me toppling off the cliff.

I scream, thrashing under him as my sex spasms and tightens rhythmically around his cock.

His thrusts grow fevered, almost desperate as he pounds his manhood in and out of me, pushing deeper and deeper until…

“Gray!”

I feel his muscles tense over me, a vein pops in his temple, and his cock grows impossibly thicker inside of me seconds before he comes with a roar.

It’s my name he chants as his cock spurts ropes of cum into my sex.

Gray slams his mouth on mine, and I swallow the rest of his groans, letting him pump his seed into my womb without any barriers between us.

We’re both shaking when he thrusts into me once last time, his body jerking hard against mine before he collapses forward, burying his head in my neck.

We lie in silence, my body deliciously lax and sated, reveling in the moment we just shared, with only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room.

And I long for the moment to last forever.

Gray’s lips touch my neck and linger for long beats. “Are you okay?” he rasps into my skin, his warm breath making goosebumps form. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you, princess.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” I answer, wrapping my weak arms around his shoulders. “Quite the opposite. I’ve never thought I could feel this way.”

He chuckles. “There’s more where that came from.

” Gray pushes back, and I watch him climb out of bed, blushing furiously at his nudity.

He doesn’t shy away from it; I imagine with a body like that, no one would.

He walks to the bathroom and disappears there for a couple of minutes.

When he emerges, it’s with a wet towel in hand.

“Gray, what are you doing?” I ask, eyes widening with both horror and surprise when he sits on the bed and runs the towel over my thighs, hands holding them in place so they don’t lock.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, voice thick with affection, which floors me.

I don’t want to believe that he might have feelings for me.

It’ll only make it harder when the time comes that we have to be apart.

Still, I let him. “You’re mine now, Scarlett.

I’ll take care of you. I’ll protect you. Always.”

I want to believe that this man can save me from the same fate that will destroy my father.

It’s selfish and unrealistic to even hope for a second that I might be spared if the Vipers go down.

Whether or not I want it, the truth is I was born into the MC.

I helped it grow by hiding money for them.

Sure, I didn’t hold a gun to anyone’s head or hurt anyone, but I played a role too.

I deserve the same fate that awaits the rest of the Vipers.

Not even Gray can stop that.