“This what you want?” He pressed his thumbs into my neck.
Yes.
Fuck.
I opened my mouth on a silent, choking gasp, arching into him.
“You want to die?” His voice shredded with smoke as he kneed my legs apart. “Should I fuck you until you die? Feel your cunt squeeze me until your life drains around my cock?”
Oh,fuck. My thighs ached with need, with the fucked-up fantasy only Grim gave me. His teeth scraped down my shoulder, and my breath turned ragged.
“Promises,” I gasped.
He lifted his head, and he was like an old Hollywood star, eyes shadowed under silky, wavy black hair.
There was something in the dark irises, something I couldn’t name, onlyfeel. Feel the too gentle way his thumbs stroked my neck, how his jaw clenched and nostrilsflared.
Then all at once he dropped me. My heart raced, my vision blurred. Lightheaded. Dizzy.
“You’re not in control here, Gemma.” Grim pressed me deeper against the sink, my lower back cutting into the marble vanity edge. “You never were. You never will be.”
His eyes softened withpity.I once again got that feeling that I’d started to associate only with the Underworld.
It didn’t matter that I’d been in this world for five years. I still felt like a little kid thrown in the deep end for the first time.
I angled my chin higher. “Then kill me, Grim.”
“Nah, baby, you crave that too much.” He placed his finger under my chin, tilting my head to find his eyes. “When you cease being useful, I’ll give you what you want.”
Words whispered seductively, but they settled like jagged shards of glass in my gut.
His grip on my chin was tight. Unable to turn my head, I stared at his chest, refusing eye contact. Three jagged scratch marks were visible through his unbuttoned shirt, glowing on his olive skin.
The tattoo Grim had used to steal everything.
It felt like it was mocking me.
He released my chin but didn’t step away. There was something in his eyes. That throbbing, aching something that had me hooked like a fish that kept swimming back to the same barb, begging to be hooked again and again.
He looked like he was about to say something.
I leaned for it.Achedfor it.
Stupidly.
“Stay away. Don’t leave your world. Don’t come near me. If we need you, we’ll find you.”
I worked my jaw, staring at the jagged red lines on his chest. “But the contract?—”
“That’s an order, Gemma,” he growled. “From now on whatever bullshit we had is over. I don’t wanna fucking hear you, see you, know you.”
Anger, indignation, fuckingragemade my teeth hurt, my jaw ache.
Fuck you for making me feel this.
Fuck you for taking it away.
Fuck you.
