Page 61 of The Afterthought

My eyes bounce back and forth between his, and I nod. "Okay."

"Okay?" he questions.

"Yes. I'm sorry for being so hard on you this whole time." I believe him fully. I just needed to take some time for his actions to support his words. He’s gone out of his way to show me that he cares over and over again. I have to trust that this time, he won’t hurt me again.

"You did what you had to do, baby. With a woman as strong as you, I expected it."

The compliment melts my heart. I don't feel strong. I didn't for a long time, but after dealing with David, I finally found some of the strength that I lost.

"I told you I'd make you admit you're mine," he states confidently.

A groan from David brings me back to reality, and I turn to look over at him. His head is still slumped, but he's starting to stir a bit. "What are we going to do about them?"

"I just have to do one more thing before I kill them. Normally, I’d burn them alive, but I don't want you to have to see that."

I watch as he picks up a few things and pulls the ring off his hand. He heats it on one end and then sticks it onto Officer Grant's neck. The skin sizzles, and he screams out in pain for a few seconds before Grey steps behind him and snaps his neck. My eyebrows raise in shock.

I watch as he moves towards David next. He doesn't burn David because he didn't torture him. When he steps behind him to prepare to snap his neck, I step forward, stopping him.

"Wait," I call out.

He looks up at me, and I grab the rope that's still attached to his neck. I pull it tighter, cutting off David's airway. I never thought I would kill someone, but I can't let Grey do this. This is something I need to do for myself. I pull the rope until I can't physically pull it any tighter and watch as he struggles for air.

I should feel bad, but I don't. I keep the rope tightly in place, not allowing him a single breath of air. Time doesn't exist at this moment. I have no clue how long I stand there, but when I finally drop the rope and look over at my boyfriend, he is beaming with pride.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," he says with darkened eyes.

He walks over, pulls me in, and immediately devours my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands reach down to grip my ass briefly. Then they slide down a bit further, towards the back of my thighs, so he can lift me up. My legs wrap around his waist, and I lean into his hold, craving more.

Our kisses deepen as he carries me over to one of the tables that sit next to the tool shelves. He sets me down on the edge and swipes everything behind me onto the floor in one quick motion. Before I can say anything, he flips my skirt up and tears open my tights.

"Greyson!" I yell, causing him to stop.

"What's wrong?" he questions.

"You have got to stop tearing into all of my tights like a savage.”

He chuckles and positions himself between my legs. "Don't interrupt my meal, Little Shadow."

"I'm serious!" I protest.

"I'll buy you a new pair of tights every day if it means I get to rip them open and devour you."

Without another word, he dives right in. His warm tongue reaches my center, and my head falls back as the pleasure overtakes me. I moan loudly when his tongue starts to circle my clit. He slowly focuses on all of the places that he knows will ignite my body, and I lose myself in the feeling of him.

My heart pounds in my chest as he slides two fingers into me, moving them in and out at the same slow and tortuous pace his tongue currently has on my clit. Pleasure builds in my core, and I feel that gentle ache for more. He curls his fingers inside me, which is enough to bring me right to the edge. I reach down to grip his hair, willing him to pick up his speed, but he pulls back.

"Please, Grey," I breathe out between my now short, quick breaths.

"You know I love it when you beg," he says, and it's almost enough to make me come right here and now. I love it when he makes me beg. "My perfect little slut, so greedy. Tell me what you need, and I might give it to you."

"Please make me come."

"That's my girl. So needy and desperate."

He dives back in, but this time, his pace quickens. It's all I need to be thrown over the edge as his tongue flicks over my clit. Pleasure courses through my entire body while I explode, clamping down on his fingers. He hums against me in approval, waiting for me to ride out the shock waves currently pulsing through my body.

The next thing I know, my back is flat on the table, and my legs hang over the edge. His pants are at his ankles, and he moves to step into me. I stop him, pulling myself up.

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