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Greyson hyperfixated on my swollen centre and gathered to his knees to get a closer look. He parted my pussy lips, gaze roaming over my flesh in ownership.
I tried to shuffle away, but I didn’t get far. He shoved me up against the side of the wooden cabinet, the fragile glass ornaments clinking together in warning.
Greyson shifted one of my legs over his shoulder, then his eyes raised to mine, all-consuming. “Watch me.”
I was trembling. With fear. With expectation.
He pushed forward and sent one luscious lick from my ass all the way up to my clit. And just as the soft sensation of his tongue registered, Greyson growled and dove face-first into my pussy.
He didn’t hold back.
Unyielding. Powerful. Relentless. I had no choice but to submit to the call.
Just when I was about to erupt, Greyson suddenly pulled back, his chin streaked in red and glistening with our release.
His lips lifted into a distorted smile, entirely deranged, which sent a shiver down my spine.
“I have the taste of your virgin blood on my tongue, Ada. And in turn, I have laid claim to the deepest, darkest parts of you.”
“You’re a monster,” I proclaimed, entirely transfixed as my thumb pressed against his lower lip.
“Yes.Yourmonster.”
I freely gave myself over to him, and I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
The last tangents of my mind only processed Greyson’s mouth worshipping me, my lustful screams rebounding off the walls, and the crashing of glass ricocheting over the floor.
Chapter 8
GREYSON
I led Ada into my bedroom and sat her on the en suite counter as I grabbed the first aid kit stashed beneath.
We were a downright mess, and I loved it. But I had to attend my open wound—the vigorous fucking had left me drained.
I meticulously cleaned the laceration and set up the suture pack. Ada picked up the needle and thread.
“I’m not sorry,” she said before she punctured the sharp tip through my skin.
I hissed. “I’d be disappointed if you were.”
She didn’t reply, concentrating on her task, as familiarly had me reminiscing out loud. “Just like old times…You playing my nurse.”
Her gaze flicked to mine, and the tormented look made me pause.
“What happened when I was away?” I asked. She shrugged. “Talk to me, Ada.”
“Why? As if you care.”
“I’m the only one who does.” The remark was harsh, but it was the truth. Her mother was a neglectful bitch, and my father was a psychopath. Neither of them thought of her as a priority.
“Did they get worse?”
She shook her head. “Not them.”
Then it clicked. As she finished the suturing and tied off the knot, I grasped her hands in mine, willing her to listen.
“Ada, I found a way to stop the nightmares.”