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I couldn’t finish my sentence because in the next second, my cock throbbed in her mouth. She looked up with tear-blurred eyes, her face stained red, as she struggled to swallow. My legs shivered uncontrollably, and that’s when I realized how hard I was pulling her hair, but she didn’t complain, taking all I had to give her.

I let go of her hair and fell to my knees in front of her, crashing my mouth against hers.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed with the fervor of two horny teenagers, completely lost in each other, trying to glue ourselves together, until I no longer knew where I ended, and she began.

We were locked in the frenzy of the moment, battling for dominance, but even if I fought her every step of the way, I knew I would never win.

She might have been the one on her knees, but I was the one who’d lost the war.

CHAPTER 16

TAINTED INNOCENCE

ARELLA

On the drive to Grimm’s apartment, I was still in shock about what had happened in the bathroom.

It wasn’t even because I did something I always thought I wouldn’t do, but about how I felt about him afterwards. How ravaging his kiss was, how all-consuming. How he didn’t stop until I ran out of air, how he made me come three times on the bathroom floor with his mouth and those amazingly long fingers. How unhinged he was. How he seemed intent on tearing me to pieces, and how many marks his teeth left everywhere they touched.

My body ached with the pleasure he’d ripped out of me; with the euphoria he settled in my bones.

And what frightened me more than anything was the fact that I wanted more, that I would have allowed him to take whatever he wanted from me, until there was no shred of energy left.

I would have allowed him to pour everything he had into me. All the rage that emanated from him, all the madness that clouded his judgment.

His comment about wanting to know who I was returned to my head, but I tried not to give it much thought. How much did he know if he had to ask me that? I shook my head, trying to shake off the guilt that was clawing at my heart. Guilt I shouldn’t have felt, because who I used to be bore no relevance to our relationship, but I hated that my past seemed to catch up to me, and that he wanted to uncover it.

I sat in the passenger seat, his palm resting possessively on my thigh as he drove with one hand, seemingly focused on the road. My eyes settled on his fingers, and I bit my lips and whimpered as I felt how sore they were from the brutality that he kissed, kneaded and bit them.

I brushed my fingertip over my lips and closed my eyes, shivering as I remembered every detail vividly.

How dirty it made me feel, how sinful, how good.

His taste lingered on my tongue as I turned my head to look at him, strong, a little salty, and something else that was entirely his. The lights from outside cast ominous shadows over his face, darkening his features, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a grin, one that told me he knew exactly what was going through my head.

The shadows suited him, because Grimm blended into the darkness as if that was his home, and he seemed to know it.

He loved the abyss, the unending depth of black, and the way it swallowed the light inside its emptiness.

Grimm was neither a fallen angel, nor the devil, nor a demon, nor anything in between. He was much worse. Grimm was corrupt, immoral, godless, depraved, and undeniably ruthless, and I had seen a lot of chaos in my life, but never one as beautiful as his.

He was the embodiment of hell, burning me from the inside out, and I wanted to be purified by his fire and baptized in his flames.

Grimm was my own custom-made destruction, my falling from grace, and I was his ruin.

“What are you thinking about, Snezhinka?” He looked at me briefly, his grip on my thigh tightening a little.

“About us,” I answered honestly.

“What about us?” He took his hand off my leg to press a button that opened the garage door.

“What are we?” I asked.

“What do you want us to be?” he grinned, parking his car between a black muscle car with tinted windows and…. my old Corolla.

I frowned, forgetting everything about questions and answers, and I turned my whole body towards him.

“Why is my car here?”

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