Page 24 of Possession
“Does this pretty pussy remember the imprint of my cock? The stretch of me buried deep inside?”
I nearly combusted when he circled my opening to then breach past my entrance with one thrust of his hand. I shook my head, trying to refute the evidence of my weeping pussy that clutched onto the intrusion, absolutely loath to let him go.
Greyson hummed. “Hmm. Yeah,she remembers…”
Then, he abruptly removed his touch, leaving me bereft and cascading from the escalating high. I wanted to rage, wanted to curse. He chuckled.
“But that’s right. You don’t need me anymore, right? You found someone better, someone who fucks you well and good. This isn’t for me then?” he teased, lifting his soaked fingers for both of us to inspect.
The sight alone made my walls spasm in expectation, aching to be filled. And when he sucked those digits into his mouth, the sound of his insatiable moans rebounded through the chamber, making me yield all dignity and respect.
“I lied. There’s no one else.Please, Greyson…use me.”
“There’s my girl,” he said before he returned his hands. He kept a tight grip on my throat as three fingers from the opposite hand lowered to shove inside my pussy—the invasion too much and nowhere near enough at the same time.
We were a writhing mess, Greyson’s front glued to my back as his cock slid between my ass cheeks, his touch turning harsh, claiming.
The hand restraining my neck squeezed tighter, cutting off my airway in rhythmic intervals to perfectly complement the strokes he played on my cunt.
Too soon, stars blasted behind my eyelids, and my chest heaved from the lack of air.
I can’t breathe.
As a spark of fear registered. Greyson pinched my clit, causing me to skyrocket into oblivion.
Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Pain.
My body was riddled with it, a cascading wave that refused to completely wash away.
“You’re mine forever, Ada,” he said. I could hear it in his voice. The possessionandthe ringing truth.
Since I’d hit that peak, the comedown was crashing fast, replaced by scepticism and internal anger.
I knew I had to step back and think, to steal some reprieve before I begged him to fill me with more than just his fingers.
I ripped out of his grip and turned, slashing a hand through the air like a rabid beast.
How dare he say such things…How dare he tear this yearning right out of me as if he speaks the language of my very soul.
“You speak of forever, Grey, but you don’t know the meaning of the word.”
“It means I’ll do anything to make you happy. I’ll be anything you need me to be. I’ll lie, cheat andkillfor you. I choose you over everything, protect you against all others.”
“Protect me? Admit it, Grey. After you so thoroughly destroyed me, you didn’t think about me again. You didn’t come after me. You didn’t reach out. You left me to pick up the pieces from the destructionyouhad wrought.”
He jolted forward, roughly digging two fingers into my temple. “Think about it, little rabbit. Nothing is ever that simple—especially forusand the toxic bloodlines in which we descend. Don’t be naive. I may not have been by your side physically, but make no mistake,I was there. There was no way I wasn’t going to ensure your safety…”
He continued on, tone scathing and full of barbs. “My father is a powerful man, Ada. I’d have been a fool to think he wouldn’t retaliate after what happened with that crazy bitch. He had you as leverage…and you just made it fucking worse by leaving without a word. I had no choice but to return here, to strengthen my allegiances—”
“Yeah, your allegiance to Annika, I bet.”
“I cut her fucking finger off, Ada! And trust me, she received the memo loud and clear. She’s kept away since, hiding her deformity behind pretty gloves and lies.”
I rolled my eyes. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? A decapitated finger is a bit far-fetched, even for you.”
Greyson stormed over to the crowded wall, collecting a bronze rectangular box, laden with encrusted gems.
“A belated birthday present.”