Page 29 of Ever After

“I found her.”

“Great, well, tell your partner and get her out of there.”

I hesitate before answering. “I can’t yet.”

“What do you mean?”

I rub my face, trying to get the mental images of her out of my head. “If I wait until the auction, I can bust everyone there. The ring leaders, the sick freaks who will purchase—everyone. This is much bigger than just Finley.”God, I’m such an asshole.I should be happy about being able to get her out of there, but if I can stop this from happening to anyone else, I want to.

He sighs. “Are you going to call your partner?”

“No, I can’t. The less she knows, the better. This is now an underground operation. I need a team. Are you up for it?”

“Anything I can do to help stop these sick fuckers.” I can hear his smile through the phone.

“I knew you’d be up for helping, Winston. Thanks, man. I’ll call you with details.”

We hang up, and my mind wanders back to Finley. She looked so sexy and fuckable in that corset, thong, and heels. I lay back on my bed and close my eyes, picturing her and all the dirty things I want her to do to me. I’m going to hell for getting off on seeing her like that, but right now, it’s like heaven.

Finley

The room is dark, and I’m sweltering under the blankets. I feel like I’m lying next to a furnace, and then I feel his arms and legs wrapped around me. His breath is wet on my neck as he breathes heavily, deep in sleep. My heartrate and breathing kick up, and I try my best to not wake him. I need to get out of his hold, or I’m going to fall into a full-on panic attack.

I wrap a few fingers around his wrist to lift his arm up off my breast, but he squeezes tighter, and a quiet whimper of pain passes my lips. I try to roll on my stomach, but he won’t let me, his legs and hands holding me in place.Please, don’t wake up.I do the only other thing I can to get some relief and toss the blanket off me.

I sigh as the trapped heat escapes, and I cool down instantly. I close my eyes, picturing the ocean, and breathe deep, steady breaths, hoping he didn’t wake up.

He stirs next to me, and my heartrate picks up again.

“Too hot, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice groggy with sleep.

I don’t answer him, and he snuggles in closer, peppering my neck with kisses. It’s easier to give in than to fight him, so that’s what I do. He nudges my neck with his nose, and I tilt my head to the side, pretending it’s Grayson. He growls his approval in my ear and slides his hands down my body, his fingers finding my core as he circles my sensitive clit.

I buck my hips up and moan.It’s Grayson.He nips my neck, and I buck my hips again at the same time. He crawls down my body, pushing the rest of the blankets out of the way. He pushes my legs open and pulls my lips apart, his tongue darting out to taste me. He gives a long, flat lick from my ass to my clit, and I moan louder.

“So responsive to me.”

He sucks me between his lips and thrusts two fingers up into me. I grip the sheet between my hands, grounding myself. His tongue, his fingers—it’s all too much, and I’m close.

“Please,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

He works me harder, and I explode on his tongue as my eyes roll to the back of my head. He laps up everything I have and crawls back up my body. He kisses me, opening my mouth with this tongue, letting me taste myself. My body has taken on its own life, and I raise my hips toward him, pressing the head of his cock to my clit. He reaches between our bodies and lines himself up, pushing in.

I freeze. He doesn’t even seem to notice, too wrapped up in his own pleasure. The moment his cock brushes my g-spot has me seeing stars, and for a minute, I can forget where I am. I allow it all to happen.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart. You’re made to take this cock.” He pounds into me, and I wrap my legs around him. He wraps his hand around my throat and applies the smallest amount of pressure, and another unexpected orgasm rips through me, my entire body shaking.

I moan his name as he shoots everything he has into me. He keeps pounding, working through his orgasm, and when he stops, he looks at me.

“Grayson, huh?”

I pop my eyes open and stare at him in shock.No, no, no!I didn’t moanhisname; I moaned Grayson.

Fuck!I try to crawl out from under him, but he presses on my throat harder, making my breaths come out in small pants. I reach my hand up, trying to pry his fingers free. My vision goes black around the edges as I fight to stay conscious.

“Here, I thought you were enjoying me.” He shrugs and sits back on his heels. “Any way I can break you, I suppose. Clean up your mess like a good girl.” He holds his flaccid penis between his thumb and forefinger and motions down to it. I hesitate, and he grips my hair and shoves my face in his crotch. “Lick it, like the good slut you are.”

Each time I try to pull back, he pushes me forward, and I have no choice but to start licking it. They are small kitten licks at first, trying to touch as little of it as possible, but that does nothing but get him hard again. I try to use my hands to clean him, but he pins them behind my back. I cry out in pain as he pulls my arms tighter.