Page 24 of The Afterthought

"You let him touch you," he states. It's not a question, and he looks pissed.

"That’s none of your business," I state firmly, and he steps closer to me.

"Not here. In Massachusetts. You let him touch you." His nostrils flare, and he takes another step toward me.

"What?" My eyes go wide. How could he possibly know about that? He takes another step closer to me, and I take a step back, holding the knife up between us. He eyes it and laughs.

"Cut me, baby. It'll only turn me on." He tilts his head to the side, silently daring me.

"What are you doing here, Grey? You made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with me." I shouldn't care, but part of my heart aches at that admission.

"You're going to tell me exactly what happened in Massachusetts." Again, he takes a step forward, and I step back. The look in his eyes is feral. I'm not sure why he thinks he can talk to me like this after all this time, but I'm not having it.

"I'm not telling you shit. You can leave." I step forward and push against his chest, the knife still in my right hand but pressing flat against his chest as I push. He grabs my wrists.

"Did. He. Touch. You? I want to hear it from you. Did you let him touch what’s mine?”

Those words make me snap. I’m not his. "He sure fucking did. He pushed me up against a wall and had me falling apart on his fingers in less than five minutes. The second time he sent me barreling over the edge, I was bent over my couch with my pussy squeezing his cock hard enough to—"

I'm cut off. Within seconds, he's on me, twisting the knife from my hand. It falls to the floor with a clank. I push at him, but he pulls me to the floor next to the knife and straddles me. I slap and claw at him, but he grips my hands, roughly pinning them above my head.

"Do you even realize who he is?" He hovers over me. The proximity of his body to mine is doing things to me.

"It doesn't matter who he is. I don't belong to anyone, Greyson. I can fuck whoever I want."

"If you insist on staying in Dune Valley, then you belong to me. This town is mine. As long as you are here, so are you. If I have to put my mark on you to prove it, I will."

He leans in, and before I know what's happening his lips crash onto mine. I gasp, giving him the invitation he needed to allow his mouth to consume mine. I should stop him, but I don't. Our tongues dance for dominance, and he nips at my lip. I lose myself a little bit and let an accidental moan slip free. I was hoping he wouldn't notice, but he pulls back and smiles. Fuck.

He adjusts the hold on my hands so that he has a free hand but is still able to keep my wrists pinned down. His eyes stay locked on mine as he slides his now free hand under my shirt and across my chest. He watches me carefully when he grabs my breast briefly before releasing it and pinching my nipple.

My brows raise at the sensation. I arch my back in response, letting my mouth fall open. He alternates between twisting my nipple between his two fingers and lightly flicking it. His eyes never leave mine the entire time. He’s intently watching every slight reaction from me.

He pulls his hand out of my shirt and shoves two fingers into my slightly open mouth. I gag around them, and he pushes down firmly on my tongue. Tears well up in my eyes as my throat constricts around his thick fingers. He leans forward to whisper in my ear.

"Tell me you're mine."

"Fuck you," I mutter around his fingers.

He pulls them out of me, and I cough. In a swift moment, while I'm trying to recover, he flips me onto my stomach and pins my hands behind the small of my back. He straddles me lower this time, giving him some access to my lower half.

"Tell me what I want to hear, little shadow," he repeats.

"Get the fuck off of me." I squirm under his grasp, but he only holds me in place tighter.

He pulls my leggings down enough to sneak his hand into them and swipes his finger across my panties.

"Even your pussy knows who she belongs to. So wet for me." He's not wrong. That traitorous bitch is aching for him. My heart pounds in my chest, and my breathing is heavy.

I should tell him to stop touching me, but I don't. He pulls my panties to the side, and electricity shoots through me when his skin meets mine. A deep groan leaves him as he runs his fingers along my wet center.

"Let me remind you who I am to you," he grinds out.

A finger slowly slips inside me, and immediately, I clench around him. He touched me at his house, but this is different. He is trying to own me. I hate it, but I love it at the same time. He slides a second finger in and splits them inside me, rubbing against my sensitive walls. His pace is slow, and the ache in my core builds, but it's not enough. He is purposely keeping me just below my peak. It's more than infuriating. I hate him, but my pussy wants, no needs, the release he is teasing me with.

He pulls his fingers out and flips me over onto my back, pulling my leggings and panties down to my ankles in one swoop. I pull one leg out of them so that my legs spread easily, and he settles between them.

"Such an obedient slut for me when I want to taste you." He licks his lips, and his eyes land on my glistening pussy.

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