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“No shit,” he says, disinterested, because he’s already two steps ahead.

He looks at Matt. “If I ever see you with her again, I’ll break your fucking teeth against that curb.”

Then at Ashleigh, a flicker of disdain.

Without a doubt, hehatesher.

“And you. You wanna play miss hero? I am a sadist. Don’t tempt me to prove it. I’d let five men ruin that mouth if it meant you’d shut the fuck up.”

Ashleigh gapes. Matt steps back, tugging gently on her arm.

Then Grayson grabs my wrist, pulling me to the truck like the fight’s over, like it was never even a question.

And once we’re inside, engine rumbling, doors shut tight, I barely get the words out: “Please, don’t hurt me.”

He turns slowly. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Piggy. Not yet.”

We drive home silent, his jaw tight the whole way. I curse myself, envisioning my impending, painful doom.

And the moment the truck parks—

Helunges.

Chapter 37

Charlotte

Grayson’s powerful hands drag me across the bench seat like a ragdoll. My back flies flat. Pants gone. Underwear ripped and flung onto the dash.

His mouth is on my slit before I can breathe.

“Oh my gosh! Grayson—”

“Are you fucking insane?” he growls into my pussy, his tongue hot, thick, ruthless. “You really think you can leave this?”

“I—I...”

His teeth graze my clit, a wicked threat, and I jolt.

“Answer me,” he snaps, reaching up to give my cheek a firm swat! Just enough to remind me who I belong to. Challenging me.

I whimper.

He smacks me again, a touch harder, then grips my jaw.

“You told them I slap you?” His eyes sear, dark and mocking. “You haven’t even seen me mean it yet.” He releases my chin with force.

Before he attempts a third slap to my cheek, I cover my face, peeking through trembling fingers. He lowers his mouth, exhaling a heavy breath on my slit. “Bet you want more, huh?”

I sniffle, but God, those eyes, his masterful touch, this man who makes my heart swell just being near him. He saw me first. Touched me, fell for me, took care of me. All first.

So, I nod, both hating my submission but loving that it’s to him.

Unfortunately, he chuckles, mean and aroused. “That’s what I thought. You like it rough. You melt when I hurt you, don’t you, Piggy?”

True, but maybe not anymore?

Therefore, I deflect with a different truth. “I... I should have talked to you alone. I’m sorry,” I squeak out, the words barely forming under the panic in my throat.