Page 39 of Obsessive Cravings

His phone rang, and his expression hardened. With a sigh, he let go of my wrists and lifted me from him. I gave him a frown, my disappointment clear, but he only kissed my nose and walked out of the apartment.

“Speak,” I heard him say as the door shut.

He established the rule that first day—the phone would not go to voicemail, and he would take all calls away from me. He didn’t mix business with pleasure he’d told me, but I didn’t buy that.

I chewed my bottom lip, thinking about his proposition of moving in with him. While it seemed soon, and I wanted to maintain my independence, the idea made me tingle inside. This powerful man, who could have any woman in the city, wanted me. And he wanted me enough to have me live with him.

It was dreamy, and if Mason hadn’t burned me, I would have considered it. I cracked the door, hearing Greyson come down the hall. He was yelling at someone, and the sound sent a chill down my spine.

“I don’t give a fuck, look again. I want him found and if he steps foot in Bridgeville, I want to know.”

I backed away from the door as he pushed it open. His blue eyes were dark and hard, and I took a step back. I’d seen that look before and it was one that brought back nightmares I’d submerged beneath the façade of strength I’d built.

His expression changed, softening to the man I loved, his blue eyes brightening as they widened with realization. He stopped and studied me before looking down at his phone. “I need to be tough, Riley. Respect is earned, and it’s hard to keep. There’s a reason I’m as powerful as I am, a reason I own this city.”

He lifted his eyes back to me.

“And what reason is that?” I asked.

“Because people fear me.” He walked closer to me, running his hand through my hair. “But you don’t need to fear me. I’ll never hurt you.”

I searched his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt, any sense that he was lying to me because I’d heard those words before. From my brother, from Clint. And they’d lied.

He put the phone on the table and took his shoes off. I cocked my brow, giving him a questioning look. “Don’t you need to go to the office?”

“I don’t have a schedule and I believe punishment is due for telling me no.”

I inhaled sharply, the air burning my lungs as he rolled his sleeves up. Warmth seeped between my legs when he walked to me and pulled my shirt over my head. My stomach quivered in anticipation, but he stepped back.

“Take the pants off, Riley.”

I held his gaze and pushed my jeans off.

“On the bed, like a good girl.” My legs clenched. He’d never been commanding before, but that good girl drenched me every time he said it. This side of him reminded me of the nights he’d sneaked into my apartment.

I walked over and crawled onto my bed, but as I tried to turn over, he yanked me back to my knees. Every nerve in my body quivered in expectation. Slowly, he removed my thong, sliding his hand up my leg and dipping his fingers between my legs. I moaned, throwing my head back, but he moved behind me and pushed my head down. There was no force, just the gentle strength that was Greyson. Moves that never brought me pain or fear, only pleasure. He pushed the strap of my bra down and cupped my breast as his fingers slid to my clit, rubbing my wetness over it.

“Do you want to come, baby girl?” he murmured, pressing his length against me. His clothes were still on, but I could feel how hard he was.

I wanted him to take me again, to bring me the release his fingers were building in me. I groaned into my sheets as it climbed, my body quivering until I was so close I knew I would fall. But he removed his fingers, leaving me aching.

“You haven’t been a good girl, Riley.”

“Greyson,” I whined.

I tried picking my head up, but he forced my shoulders back down, pressing further into me. He pulled my bra strap further more cupping my breast and brushing his thumb across my nipple.

“You need to understand that I don’t like the word no, baby girl.”

My moan was muffled but loud, my entire body quivering as he bit my shoulder, saying, “Beg me, Riley.”

The command fueled the unfulfilled release that was pulsing to be freed. He dragged his teeth over my shoulder, his hand skimming the length of my body before he plunged his fingers back into me. My entire body lurched, the need to climax crashing for a way out, so close my legs could barely hold me up.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his teeth scraping my ass, his fingers falling from me and leaving me so empty it hurt.

“Make me come, Greyson,” I begged. “Please.”

His hands left my body, my cry loud and anguished until they spread over my back, his fingers threading in my hair and pausing there before sliding over my neck. I moaned again, wondering if he would leave it there.

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