Grim hooked one finger into the cleavage of my dress, dragging me to him. “I really hate when you wear this shit.”
I smiled. “So take it off me.”
His gaze sharpened, but then his head tilted slightly, his lips lifting, and a softness overcame his features that made the wire in my gut tighten.
“The fuck did you take this time?” He wasn’t angry. He sounded…a little humored, and a lot hungry.
I scrunched my face into a frown. “I didn’t take anything.”
I was tall, taller than all the girls at my old school, but with Grim, I still had to crane my neck to see into his eyes. Grim had such beautiful eyes. They were always hidden under his hair or a hoodie, but up close…they were dark, glittering, mesmerizing?—
“You only look at me like this when you’re fucked up.”He laughed. I liked his laugh. Like everything about Grim, it was rough. Vicious. Secret. And only for me.
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and dipped his head to catch my gaze, a black lock of hair falling over one eye.
He looked boyish.
Predatory.
Deadly.
All at once.
“That’s not true,” I breathed.
The waves crashed on the beach, a visceral, jagged reminder of the only day Grim had ever looked at me with anything other than nothing.
The reason I couldn’tstoplooking at him.
“Who sold to you?” he asked.
I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them, finding Grim’s glare.
“Why?” I bit my smile. “Gonna kill them too?”
Grim’s face was iron. “Yes.” He tugged me closer, pulling at the pink material of my dress until it stretched. Until I was pressed hard against his chest.
My breath hitched at his cock throbbing hard on my stomach.
I slid my hands into his hair. “Youcould sell to me again.”
I couldn’t stop touching him. The soft stubble of his cheek. The angle of his jaw. My stomach was warm, and I wanted him. His soft, his hard, his breath on my lips and flesh.
Somewhere in my brain, I know this is the drugs. I know I’ll regret this, but I liked it too much to stop.
“A better boy wouldn’t take advantage of me in this state,” I breathed.
He pulled me harder against his cock on a dark laugh. “I’m not a better boy.”
Some sliver of the sober part of me said to pull back. You couldn’t be fuck buddies with the guy you were indebted to, with the man who owned your life.
But this close to him I could see the half-moon scar on his bottom lip.
“Prove it.”
I had a second for my heartbeat to skyrocket at the heat in his eyes, before his hand was between my thighs.
He hissed, eyes black, when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties.
