Page 103 of Vengeful Secret

I didn’t even feel it, but when I run my fingers across it, I can feel his teeth marks.

He collapses on top of me, and I put my fingers through the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

“Your hair is getting long,” I comment idly, and Gray kisses the tip of my nose.

“You don’t like it? I’ll cut it.”

“No, no,” I say quickly. “I love it. Makes you look like a rebel.”

He laughs. “A rebel?”

“You know, like James Dean. Rebel without a cause and all that.”

“You like the bad boy look, huh?”

I smirk. “Always have.”

I cup his face and kiss him before he rolls off me, pulling out with a groan.

I settle into the bed as Gray pulls the covers over us, feeling exhausted deep down in my bones. It’s been such a long night.

Gray yawns, echoing my sentiments, and then he cuddles up next to me, putting his arm around my waist and spooning me.

I yawn since his is contagious.

“You like being little spoon.”

Gray chuckles. “I do, sometimes. Don’t tell anyone. But tonight, I don’t mind being big spoon.”

I close my eyes, and I’m out like a light.

I stepout into the grounds from the terrace and realize that it’s pitch dark. Where’s Gray? Weren’t we just in bed? Wasn’t he just holding me?

I’m confused, and I’m unsure how I got here.

I take a few steps out on the veranda and look up at a sky full of stars.

“Sutton.”

I turn, and Gray stands behind me, smiling. I hurry toward him, craving something familiar, and then the sharp features of the man who almost took me morph on Gray’s face.

I scream and try to run, but he’s got ahold of my wrist, and he pulls me to him.

“I’ve got your little girl already,” he snarls. “Don’t scream, or I’ll cut her throat.”

I’m going to be taken. I open my mouth to scream again, but I can’t. I can’t scream. I can’t move.

He drags me away, and I don’t even fight.

I open my eyes, gasping and holding back a scream.

Gray is snoring lightly beside me, and I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself.

Sneaking out of bed and putting a robe around myself, I walk into the hallway, peering into my daughter’s room to make sure that she’s there and safe and sound.

Ciara’s fine, snoring just like her father, and I let out a little chuckle before shutting the door.

My breath finally starts coming easier, and I climb back into bed.

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