The only time I saw the Horsemen today, including Grim, was for breakfast. Zabby was gone, like they said. I spent the day alone. I read, I took a bath in Grim’s massive black marble tub, then hours later came to the club. It wasweirdly touching to be left alone. Like this was my home, and they expected me here.
It was just a few days until Valentine’s Day. As wrong as it was, it was nice being away from my mom, from Crowne Hall?—
Someone was behind me.
Terror slid icy into my stomach as the mystery person bunched my dress up to my hips, fingers sliding between my thighs to where I was bare.
People will want to hurt you. To kill you. Just to make a point.
I swung my elbow into the mystery man’s stomach. A startled, slightly amused grunt shivered on my ears. My terror transmogrified into heat.
I knew that voice.
“Your cunt is sloppy for some man,” Grim growled, sliding his fingers inside me.
I gripped the railing as he slid one, two more inside me. The club below blurred into a bokeh of sparkly dresses and neon lights.
“Not some man,” I gasped. “The Reaper. If he finds out you touched me, he’ll kill you.”
“Oh, yeah?” he rasped. “Does he own you or something?”
His fingers curled up inside me, hitting that perfect spot as we played out a dark, twisted fantasy.
“Yes,” I groaned, arching into his touch. “He’ll kill you just for looking at me?—”
I broke off. Down on the main floor, nearly obscured by shadows, was Kennedy. Kennedy withWraith.Wraith pressed her against the wall, touching her cheek?—
Grim slammed inside me and the room blurred. All I knew was that perfect, delicious fullness. Grim stretchingme, taking me, owning me. The pounding of the beat, the energy of hundreds of bodies below, thrummed inside me.
When I managed to blink open, Kennedy and Wraith were gone.
“If someone sees you come, I’ll have to kill them. So be good. Be quiet.”
I clenched at that image, and Grim’s answering groan on my flesh let me know he felt it. He wrapped his arm around my waist and hauled me backward, down to the couch.
“You’re mine now, Rich Girl. I can touch you whenever.” Grim gripped my inner thigh, spreading me wider. “Wherever.”
I couldn’t think. Soft, helpless sounds slipped from my lips.
As Grim spread me wider, it was like fireworks went off in my body. His cock hit the perfect, aching part of me and I’d never felt so full.
I glanced at the stairs. My silky pink dress slid over my thighs, shielding what was happening. But anyone could walk up the stairs. They would know. They’d have to know.
The thought sent wicked shivers down my spine.
I could feel release building, mounting with each slow, torturous thrust.
“You took that choice away the day you took my ink.” He licked the back of my neck—the tattoo. “So be a good girl and come when I say.”
His teeth closed around the skin of my tattoo, and that sharp pain, mixed with the delicious ache of him inside me, pushed me over the edge. I fell. Shattered. Came apart. I groaned, moaned—nearly screamed. At least, I must have, because his hand covered my mouth.
I fell apart on his cock and Grim came with me, hisjagged groan seeping into the skin of my neck. Then I felt him, hot and wet, dripping out of me onto my thighs.
“There’s my good girl,” he said, hand sliding between my thighs to my pussy, massaging his come against me. I jolted at the sensation, still throbbing, too overstimulated.
He bit the lobe of my ear, whispering sweet words as I came down.
His words slid like wine into my blood. He pressed soft kisses up and down my neck, teeth and tongue and lips creating a delirious potion, and I couldn’t help but feel…home.
