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“No,” she said. “No more games, Greyson. Spend the night with me, fuck me again in the morning, and spend the day with me.”

I lifted my brow. “Those are demands, Riley, and I don’t like demands.”

“I’m serious. I want you, and if you want to own me, no more games.”

“No more games. But I may not wait until morning.” I dropped my mouth to hers, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. “And I can promise you, it will be more than a day.”

Her body lurched forward, and I caught it, pulling her to me and kissing her. It didn’t take long before her touches had me ready to take her again, which I did well into the night, knowing this was just the beginning. Now that I’d made her mine, I planned to keep her. And I would crush anyone who stood in my way.

Chapter Sixteen

RILEY

Stretching, I looked over to where I expected to find Greyson, but he wasn’t there, and my heart dropped. My body was a blissful afterglow of what he’d done to me the night before. I rose and made my way to the bathroom, thinking of his touches, his kisses, the way he’d come with me. My stomach somersaulted at the thought.

I was still in a state of shock that he’d been my stranger all this time. That he’d been sneaking in, making me his prey, as he’d said. I wasn’t sure what to make of the term. Given my past, it didn’t settle well with me. That first time he’d come to me had terrified me. He didn’t know the reason, but he had to have realized it would. And it made me curious as to why he’d chosen to come to me unseen each time, to play that kind of game. A game I had let him play because I’d trusted him after that first night for no better reason than the excitement of it.

Grabbing my robe, I padded into the kitchen, disappointed that Greyson wasn’t there. I chewed my lip, wondering if he was done with me. If he’d played his game and caught his prey and would turn to someone else now that he’d conquered me. The thought caused a strange pang in my chest, one I didn’t like.

I turned at the sound of a key in the door, my heart fluttering. Greyson entered, holding two cups of coffee. Snow highlighted his auburn hair and when he met my eyes, there was a sweet adoration to them, an unguarded moment that I suspected few saw. He smiled, that same wonderful smile he’d given me on the street my first day. The one that had reached in and captured my interest.

“Miss Brinks,” he said slyly, his expression shifting.

“You know, Mr. Tides. Once your dick has made its way into me, I expect you to use my first name,” I said playfully.

He placed the coffee on the table and removed his coat, shaking the snow from it before neatly laying it over a chair. That one move said so much about the man who had brought me to rapture and made me his.

“Should we talk about how and why you have a key to my apartment, Greyson?”

His blue eyes sparkled as he walked toward me. “Should we talk about why you have this on?” he asked, pushing the sleeve of my robe down. “And why you’re out of bed?”

“You’re deflecting my question.”

“And you’re not answering mine.”

I gritted my teeth, which only encouraged him to slip his hand down and cup my breast as he kissed my neck. His skin was cold, and I shivered.

“I thought I told you I would ravage you again this morning.”

My insides twisted with anticipation. No man I’d ever been with had made me come the way he had, had touched me the way he had. Each touch had seemed like he was worshipping me.

“You did,” I sighed as he untied my robe. He threaded one hand through my hair and brought my lips to his as his other hand caressed its way down my body, sending goosebumps along my skin. I melted into him, hating that he broke my resolve, but loving what his touch did to me.

His kisses were sensual, not demanding or aggressive like the other men I’d been with.

“Greyson,” I tried again.

“Riley.”

He was infuriating, and he was breaking me again. He squeezed my ass, pushing me against his hardness, and my insides fluttered. I wanted him to take me again, but I wanted to talk, to have answers. He picked me up and sat me on the counter, draping his lips down my body. My thoughts fled, my head falling back as he spread my legs further and sank his tongue into me. So much for talking. I lost myself to the pleasure he was bringing me, his tongue summoning my release so that I fell apart, my body a surge of electrical currents that left me weak.

When he had unraveled me completely, he rose, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and giving me a roguish smirk. I grabbed his shirt and jerked him to me, kissing him and feeling his surprise at the move as his smile grew against my lips.

“You wanted to talk, Riley?” he said between kisses.

“Talking can wait. Fuck me, Greyson.” I needed to feel him inside of me again. Needed him to fill me, to take me to oblivion again, but this time to fall with me.

“We should work on that language of yours, Miss Brinks.”

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