Page 55 of The Ripper

Every muscle on Grimm’s back tensed with attention, then he turned around. His eyes shamelessly roamed over my body from top to bottom before settling on my face, the intention of a smile curving his lips as he slowly walked towards me.

A chair creaked on the floor, and I turned my attention to Klaus, who rose from his seat with the cup in his hand.

“That’s my cue to leave,” he said, winking as he walked past me and slipped out of the room before I could ask him how he was feeling.

The door closed with a subtle click, and before I could even process the action, Grimm pushed me against it, those big arms of his resting on either side of my head.

Having him so close to me again, feeling him invade my space so purposefully, made my brain spin.

“Good morning.” His hot breath fanned over my face, and I heard myself whimper as his hands traveled down to my waist, gripping it tightly before lifting me up as if I weighed nothing. “Did you sleep well?”

I turned my head to the side and bit my lip, not wanting to speak so close to his face since I didn’t brush my teeth. I didn’t even shower, and I probably smelled as good as a bus on a hot summer day.

I nodded in response and saw how his eyebrows drew together as he leaned down to kiss me. My hands flew to his chest, and I tried to push him away, but my fight only seemed to excite him, because he pressed himself even harder between my legs, making me swallow a moan.

“Why are you trying to push me away, Snezhinka?” he asked as he walked with me to the counter and sat me down on it. “Are you perhaps… afraid of me?” he whispered in my ear as his hands toyed with the material of the T-shirt I was wearing.

I shook my head, my breathing already ragged from his closeness.

God, he was intimidating.

He stepped back, giving me some space, his eyes watching me intently, as though he was trying to read through my very soul.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his calm almost menacing as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“I didn’t brush my teeth,” I told him the truth, because I didn’t want him to think there was another reason for my rejection.

He raised an eyebrow, then took me by assault.

Grimm was all over me, and I felt myself swallowed up by him as his lips collided with mine. This kiss had nothing in common with the somewhat gentle kiss from last night, nor with the hungry ones he gave me as he pumped his fingers into me.

No.

This was meant to prove a point, not to mention to show me that last night’s kiss was the first and last time I would hold the reins. Last night, he’d only offered me a glimpse, a small percentage of what he could do, and right now, he was displaying everything with brute force. His tongue invaded my mouth without a warning, hungrily pushing past my lips as his hands freely explored every inch of me. He squeezed, kneaded and claimed me without hesitation, unapologetically.

He devoured me as if I was his last meal, deep groans pouring out of him and into my mouth, making my entire being tremble, and when he had enough of my lips, he moved on to my neck, greedy for a taste while his palm slid under my T-shirt and grasped one of my breasts possessively, as if to punish it.

“Did you think that would stop me?” he spoke over my pulse, then his teeth grazed over the marks he left on my skin last night, pain mixing with pleasure as I succumbed to his touch. “You could be covered in mud, and it still wouldn’t stop me from taking what’s mine, Snezhinka.”

I cried out as his teeth dug into my already sensitive flesh, sucking on it before licking away the pain.

“Because you are,” he continued. “The moment you allowed me to kiss you, you sealed your own fate.” He let his hand fall from my breast and grabbed my hips, his fingers dug into my flesh as his teeth scraped over my collarbones. “Every inch of you is mine, just like every inch of me is yours.” The grit in his voice sent shivers down my spine, covering me in goosebumps.

While I knew the bruises he left weren’t going to disappear too soon, and they were also rather dangerous, I couldn’t find the strength to care as long as he was the one inflicting them.

I always believed that when it came to intimacy, I would want sweet, slow, sensual lovemaking, but as Grimm manhandled me to his liking, not caring about leaving his marks all over me, I realized that my fantasies regarding the perfect sex life were nothing but the monotonous desires of a religious girl.

He wasn’t sweet, nor slow, nor sensual.

No.

Grimm was spicy, frantic and downright savage. Grimm took and took and continued to take until I crumbled beneath his fingertips, then he put me back together only to ruin me all over again.

After another not-so-gentle squeeze, his hands finally released my hips. If the carnality of his actions didn’t shatter my brain to pieces, then the gentle press of his lips on my forehead sealed the deal.

He returned to what he was doing before I came in as if nothing happened, and I tried to return to the fully rational side of myself.

Now I could see that he was filling a plate with food, namely fried eggs and bacon, both a little burnt and slightly oily, and a few strawberries cut into uneven shapes.

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