Page 25 of Possession
I took the offering and flipped the opening. Cushioned inside was a decomposing finger, the acrylic nail still attached. I recognised the intricate design immediately—I had seen it once before, attached to fingers that were wrapped around Greyson’s cock.
His gift was ominous, insane and so fucking romantic that I reacted on impulse and hijacked his lips with mine.
I invaded his mouth with my tongue, my palms running over his skin, every inch of him.
Greyson returned my fervour in kind, his fingertips insistently tracing my lines, leaving heat and bruises in their wake.
He kissed down my neck, a low whimper crawling up my throat to accompany his groans.
Years of hurt, longing and regret poured out of us, impatient and aggressive until we were utterly consumed.
“Fuck, little rabbit. If I knew my gift would make you so happy, I would have collected more.”
I bit into my lower lip as my nipples peaked from his offering, the threat of violence leaving me needy and wanting.
It was depraved, downright unhinged. Yet, I craved it all the same.
Greyson read my desperation and tore my dress right down the middle, exposing my bare front to the cool air.
He palmed my breasts, gaze pinpointed as he licked his lips. “Hmm, my dangerous girl isbloodthirsty…”He pinched mynipple, hard, the sharp stimulus causing my inner walls to quiver.
Greyson proceeded to lick and nip all over my exposed chest.
“Tell me, little rabbit, is your pulse racing from the promise of violence?” He had me intoxicated, his whispered words twisting me up with uncontrollable hunger.
“Mmm, you want me to tear her apart? To rip out her heart? Toendher? ’Cause for you, I’ll do it, little rabbit. For you, I’ll doanything.”
I was already giddy from his declarations, but when his teeth sank into my sensitive breast, I shrieked.
Joint urgency climbed, and Greyson’s touch grew rougher, more potent. He tore through my thong to immediately reclaim my pussy with a possessive hand.
When he felt my dripping apex, Greyson growled. “Mm. Who knew jealousy could feel so good…”
I ripped at his waistband, his length beautiful, solid and thick in my palm. I couldn’t help the moan that emitted between us.
I squeezed. In threat and lust.
“She took what’s mine,” I panted, unapologetic and fierce.
“Uh-uh, little rabbit. How could she claim something that’s only ever been yours?”
“Mine?” I asked, scepticism thickening my tone.
“I’ve only ever been with one.Then and now.”
“You lie.”
Greyson caught my eyes, his gaze gleaming. “Do these lips lie? Does my cock lie? Does my entire heart fucking lie?”
He flattened my hand against the centre of his chest, the black organ pummelling beneath. “There’s no lie here except for the useless words coming out ofyourmouth, Ada.”
Before I could refute his assertion, Greyson swiftly lifted me, planting my ass on top of the large sarcophagus. And when my legs automatically parted to make room for him, my stepbrotherthrust forward and penetrated his throbbing cock into my pulsing core.All the way to the hilt.
It felt like I was dying. And the only place I sought refuge was in the man before me.
He would inevitably be my death, but I’d surelydiewithout him.
I cupped his face, soaking in every minute touch, absorbing each vicious stroke.