Grim looked me up and down, then scoffed and stepped off, as if he’d discovered some huge, damning insight about me.
“As opposed to you?” I asked. “Your life is so goddamn meaningful? All the drugs you sell, all the people you kill, you’re really making an impact, Grim.”
Grim pressed his thumb between his lips, bottom teeth biting the flesh in anannoyinglydistracting way. He didn’t say a word, eyes roaming up and down my body.
And I felt like a thing.
I got hungry because of it, no…famished.Achy and hot and twisted. All because of those dark eyes, sharpening on me like I was just another shiny damned soul for Grim Reyes to collect.
Of course, I didn’t let him know.
I was Gemma fucking Crowne, he’d have to rip that bloody from my teeth.
“You should have left me in the ocean.”
“You don’t get to barter with death. Tough shit.”
“Everyone knows you saved me, but nobody knows I didn’t want you to. That I didn’t want this contract. Isn’t that kind of against the rules?” Still caged, I leaned closer, lips nearly touching. “Why are you keeping such a big secret, Grim? Do you care about me?”
He leaned closer, until I could practically taste his heady, earthy scent. His eyes dropped to my lips, and the air between us solidified into something about to snap. My back bit into the counter as his lips almost touched mine, goose bumps igniting a hot, shivering trail down my spine.
“You wanna know why I saved you? You wanna know why I lied? Why I’m still lying?” The heat of his breathbrushed my lips with each word. “Every day you live is another day you suffer.”
Icy cold drenched my insides.
He stepped off. “So I’m gonna keep you, Rich Girl. But don’t read too much into it.”
He found his way back to the couch and resumed making out, jaw flexing with the effort. Grim eyed me through the kiss, while the other woman started to rub his cock.
A cool sort of certainty replaced the fire in my veins.
Fine.
I walked to the other side of the room, hoisting myself up on a stool. I took a cue from my sister, Abby, and opened my legs wide, revealing that I wore no panties to the entire floor.
Almost instantly he sat up, rigid, shaking the girls off him.
I shrugged back into the bar, spreading my legs wider. He ground his jaw, the muscle twitching, as if realizing my ploy.
For a moment it looked like he might actually kill everyone.
He stood up and in two quick strides yanked me off the stool. He gripped my bicep, pulling me closer. I thought he was gonna tear into me, yell at me, rip me apart.
But then he was inside me.
One finger, two, sliding in and out of me in a punishing thrust. That careful line we toed obliterated in an instant. There was something in his stare that defied his savage thrusts. A longing ache peeked through like sunlight in winter. I drowned in it, in the promise his eyes carried, a burden his lips would never release.
His eyes only broke from mine when a whimper slipped from my lips, dropping to my mouth.
Kiss me.
But even as he hit every perfect spot, he still wouldn’t fucking kiss me. The only thing keeping me from falling to a puddle was his grip on my bicep, holding me up as he fucked me with his fingers.
This was the first time in years that he’d touched me, and I knew in the starving, immutable part of my soul I couldn’t wait another five.
The rough pad of his thumb rubbed my clit in delirious friction. I closed my eyes, falling into the moment. His fingers in my cunt, stretching and deep. The ache in his eyes seared into my brain. His unhinged breath falling fast and hot against my cheek.
It wasn’t enough.
