Page 110 of Grim

Kane smirks, his green eyes burning with a dark desire. He grips me by the hips—hard enough to leave bruises, and I don’t mind one bit. I let out a gasp as he spins me around like I weigh nothing, manhandling me until I’m bent over. I place my hands flat against the wall in front of me while arching my ass in the air. The front of my dress falls forward. Kane grabs the back of the fabric and brings the skirt up over the rise of my ass cheeks.

I hear the low, metallicclickof his belt unfastening. The soft rasp of his zipper coming down.

And then silence—a breathless pause.

Without preamble, without warning, without a word, Kane pushes the head of his thick cock directly between my thighs and impales his length deep into the center of me. In one confident stroke, he’s seated firmly inside my tight walls, filling every empty part of me.

He moans a multisyllabic, “Fuck,” as his heavy balls press against my clit.

The pain of his size and the speed with which he fills me elicits a pleasure I’ve never felt before, and I crave more instantly. I greedily press my hands against the wall, seeking more of this big, beautiful man.

And then he slams inside me.

One brutal, perfect thrust that knocks the air from my lungs and nearly sends my knees buckling. My body seizes around him as he fills me completely. No easing in. No tenderness. Just raw, overwhelming stretch and the sound of both of us groaning at the sheer force of it.

“You’re so fucking tight, Rue,” he snarls at my back.

His length filling me, coupled with the squeeze of the corset, makes it difficult to breathe, to even think. My hands scrabble against the wall, looking for leverage, something—anything—to keep me grounded as he buries himself deeper.

He leans over me, his mouth hot against my neck, his hips grinding forward with slow, obscene pressure. “You like that?” he growls, tongue flicking over the shell of my ear. “Being split open by your reaper?”

“Yes,” I gasp, but it comes out more like a moan. I’m already shaking.

Kane brings his mouth to the shell of my ear, licking the outside and nipping on the cartilage with just the right amount of painful pressure.

“Grim,” I moan, feeling my walls pulse, and he slows his movements down.

“Take a deep breath for me, Mayday.”

I do the best I can, filling my lungs like he’s filled my core.

“Good. Because I’m going to pound you mercilessly until I explode inside you.”

I moan involuntarily as I melt against him. My pussy clenches greedily around his cock, luring him deeper, begging for more.

“You think you can handle that, Rue?” he rasps, voice starting to fray with hunger. “Because I’m not sure I can be gentle right now. Not when you look like this. Not when you moan like that.”

“Mmhmm,” I manage to squeak as he slowly begins bucking in and out.

“Tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop. Do you understand?”

I moan again, and his hand comes down and grips the back of my neck, not hard, just enough to make me feel it.

“I need to hear you say it. Use your words.”

“Tap your thigh. Got it.”

“Twice,” he says darkly, punctuating the correction with a stab of his cock deep inside me.

“Twice,” I yelp.

He laughs. Not a kind laugh. A wicked one.

“Good,” he growls deviously.

And then my reaper begins to fill me with long, powerful strokes. Pure, ruthless energy—his hips slamming into me, his cock dragging against every nerve inside me with a ferocity that feels intentional.

He’s punishing me with pleasure. Owning me with every thrust. Using my body like it belongs to him.