Page 101 of Catch Me When I Fall

His head snapped back to me. “Do I not like it?” he parroted, cocking his head to the side.

“You told me to cover myself,” I deadpanned, folding my arms over my chest as I shoved down the shame, letting the anger come first. “You’ve never once given me any indication that you weren’t attracted to me.”

“Carrie,” he warned.

“I’m a beautiful woman,” I snapped.

His nostrils flared as his back snapped straight.

I continued. “You know my story; you know the shit I’ve been through. Here’s something you might have missed: I love my body. I’m beautiful. I’m sorry that if, to you, I’m not sexy enough to wear something like this, but I know I am. If you have a—”

“Gonna split you open on my cock,” he informed me harshly, cutting me off.

I stiffened as a zap desire curled low in my belly, shooting down to my clit, color rushing to my cheeks.

He took a single step forward, one step that held so much power, my core gushed. “Gonna make you fucking scream for me,” he continued. “Then, I’m gonna take that pretty mouth.”

The image of him over me, holding me down as he fucked me, came to the front of my mind and a small sound left me.

“Because, Sunshine, I’ve wanted to fuck that mouth of yours from the first moment you gave me attitude. I wanted to shove you to your knees and make you choke on it,” he said roughly.

My eyes dropped to the front of his pants.

“To answer your question, yes, I fucking like the outfit.” He took another step. “Came in here pissed at you, not knowing you had that on for me.” He shook his head, his eyes dropping, taking in my body. “That only makes me want to fuck you harder, punish you for driving me fucking insane and making me worry about you.”

I moved with the intention of going to him, but he stopped me. “No.”

“No?” I breathed.

He looked me up and down once more. “You fond of that pink little bra, baby? And that string you think is underwear?”

I nodded, suddenly breathless. “Yes. I bought them today.”

“Then take them off. If I take another step, I’ll fucking shred them.”

I held my breath as I reached behind me, my trembling fingers working the bra. Once it opened, I let it slide down my arms, my breasts feeling heavy as he stared at them. The bra landed on the floor as I hooked my thumbs into the thong, shimmying the fragile fabric over my hips and down my thighs before it dropped onto my feet.

Bravery was coursing through me now.

I brought my hand up to my nipple, pinching it between my fingers as I stepped out of the thong and kicked my foot up. The thong flew the short distance between us and I sucked in a breath when Grayson caught it. I pinched my nipple harder as his eyes flared. “You giving me a show?”

“Y-yes,” I replied, my breath hitching.

He jerked his head to the bed. “Give me a better view then.”

My entire body was shaking as I made my way to the bed, sitting on the end of it. He came around to my front, keeping his distance as he leaned his back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. “On your back, knees up, legs spread,” he ordered.

Fuck.

I did as he asked, leaning back slowly and bringing my knees up even slower. When my legs were bent and curled over my middle, I looked at the ceiling and slowly let them fall open. I heard him say something under his breath, coming out harsh and quick. I put the heels of my feet on the edge, completely exposed to him now. My pussy was on display for him, my breasts spread wider as gravity took control. I lifted my head, finding his dark, heated eyes on my core.

Without looking at my face, he murmured, “Wet.”

“Yes,” I rasped. “So wet.”

“Carrie?”

My skin was flushed now, my heart thundering in my chest. The outside world didn’t matter anymore. It was just him and me. “Yeah?”

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