“Mi locura,” he groaned as I came, kissing my cheeks, my neck, my lips. “Good fucking girl.”
Grim slid back down my body, between my thighs.
Mi locura.
My cheeks were on fire.
My insides were on fire.
Mi locura.
He hadn’t called me that since the beach, and so I hadn’t felt this—thisneed—this overwhelming need to doanythingjust so I could hear him say it, in years.
Danger.
My nervous system lit up like a Christmas tree. The last time he called me that, my life changed. Wraith guarded my fucking door; I was a fucking prisoner. Yesterday Grim stole my orgasm only to use it against me.
Not again.
Neveragain.
I felt a cold certainty envelop my body. This wasn’t real. Pretending it was would break me. Ihadto remember that. Ihadto remember why I started the day. If I didn’t…
I pushed my feelings aside. Dissociated from his hot opened-mouth kisses cleaning up my come and his.
“Do you like the way I taste?” I asked.
“The fuck do you think,” Grim growled.
“It’s your Horsemen,” I whispered.
It was a second before it registered, but then he froze.
I tilted my head, blinking at him innocently as I slid my pointer finger along my bottom lip. “If you continue to keep me locked up here with them, just know that when you climb through my window, you’ll never know if you’re sleeping with your Horsemen too.”
Grim’s lips twitched with a barely perceptible smile, then he tangled his hands in my hair, ripping my eyes to his.His breath was in my lungs, his chest touching mine with each heavy inhale.
“You think I give a shit whose dick is in your cunt?” he hissed.
Before I could answer, he slammed his lips against mine. A distant thought rode an abandoned carousel in my mind—this is our second kiss.
This kiss was different. Rougher. Nothing like the beach. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. Obscenely deep. Claiming every corner of my mouth until I couldn’t breathe through it, let alone kiss him back. Swallowing. Ravaging. Like he was trying to suck out any taste of another man.
Replace it with him.
I could feel my mind going fuzzy, soft, so I shoved at him. Ripped my lips away.Fought.
“Was it worth it, Rich Girl?” He laughed as I continued to struggle in vain. “To try and beat death, you fucked his soldier.”
He’d stopped kissing me, but he wouldn’t get off me. I elbowed his chest, tried to shove his head away, but nothing stuck. A dangerous glint heated his eyes.
He liked this.
“Or maybe you like swallowing his come. Maybe you like having him in your mouth.” His hand slid between my thighs. “Yeah, you have a pretty sloppy cunt right now.” His palm was rough and mean and sorightagainst my already sensitive nerves. Impossibly, I felt another orgasm rising?—
He stood back up, flexing his arms above his head with lethal casualness.
“Invite me next time,” he said, stuffing himself back into his jeans. “I’d love to watch them skull-fuck you. Watch your pretty tears fall down your face.”
