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The iron door was slightly ajar, as if welcoming me in for sanctuary and somewhere to hide. I took the opportunity and entered the extravagant tomb, immediately transported into another time.

The inside was one large room housing a stone coffin in the middle, the outline carved into a crude replica of a man and woman I assumed to be husband and wife. But that wasn’t what made me pause.

The mausoleum was scattered with lit candles of various lengths, the subtle flames causing iridescent shadows to dance along the walls littered with trinkets.

Photos, urns, charms and jewellery—all chosen from a past not yet forgotten, and memorialised by those left behind. It felt familiar and strange, as if I was in a place of acceptance and belonging.

I was so engrossed in my exploration that I didn’t feel his approach until it was too late.

I flinched with shock, and a surprised screech rose up my throat, only to be cut off by one of his large hands latching over my mouth—his grip severe as his fingers dug harshly into my cheeks.

Greyson’s front was lined against my back, so close I could feel the impressive imprint of his hardened length digging into my ass.

I inhaled deeply, trying to reestablish equilibrium as his lips traced the curve of my neck and shoulder.

“Do you surrender, little rabbit?”

I struggled, but didn’t get far, Greyson’s arms lowering to anchor around my body. He was made of stone, unmovable.

“If you don’t get your hands off me, I swear I’ll kill you.”

Greyson chuckled, squeezing so tightly I thought my rib cage would break. “Trust me, dear Ada. Where one of us goes, the other will follow, even in death. But if you do decide to end us, at least we won’t have to go far.”

I puzzled over his meaning until he tipped his chin towards an engraving across the stone wall, the name inscribed: Carmichael.

“This is where we’ll lay to rest, Ada. In our family tomb. You and meforever.”

“There’s no forever for us, Grey. There’s not even a past. You only know how to hurt, how to cause pain.”

“You’re going to listen to me, and listen good. Father wanted me to propose to Annika…Instead, I chopped off her fucking finger.”

Chapter 14

ADA

As he relayed that moment from so many years before, disbelief had me frozen. I had hated him for so long that I didn’t know if I could feel anything else.

Greyson still held me in his arms—tight, secure andsafe—and I momentarily gave in to the embrace, eyes lapsing shut as the flickering candlelight transported me into a fever dream.

A romantic dinner, softly spoken declarations of love, the slow unwrapping of silk and lace.

However, that was an illusion never meant for us. In reality, we were enclosed in a burial chamber, exchanging cruel blows, covered in blood and dirt borrowed from the dead.

Yet, I’d never felt so alive, so entirely whole. And I was fucking terrified.

I attempted to struggle, but his strength greatly outweighed my own.

“You’ve been running for so long, little rabbit. Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself? Of trying to convince yourself that you’re anything other than mine? I know your affliction, dear stepsister. No distance is ever far enough to escape me or my ownership,” he whispered. One of his hands held my throat firm as the other snaked down my vibrating front.

“Not when you were on the other side of the country.” His fingers danced over my chest, pinching one of my nipples through the tight fabric, causing me to lean back, seeking more of his warmth. “Not when you left for that stuck-up boarding school.” Greyson continued his descentlower.“No matter where you run, this will always belong to me.” He finished by aggressively palming my centre—my dripping centre.

I should have been embarrassed, but instinct and desperation took over, my ass pushing back to grind against his solid length.

I was chasing that intoxication, the high he’d only ever been able to provide.

“No more lies. Is this virgin pussy still mine, little rabbit?Just mine?”

Greyson skimmed a finger beneath my saturated thong and pressed harshly against my clit.So good.I was a whimpering mess, choosing to hold back my scathing words in case I begged instead.