Page 122 of Vengeful Secret

She’s kissing me back like she’s starving for it, so I know she feels the same way, and when I slide a hand between her legs, she’s already slick through her panties.

I rip them on one side and then the other, and Sutton gasps as they fall in pieces to the floor.

I kiss her again, deeper this time, tasting mint on her tongue, and she moans into my mouth.

I’m already hard as diamond when she fumbles with my pants, finally freeing me. I hiss as the cool air hits my erection, but she whines and guides me into her.

God, she’s so hot and slick, and I’m not going to last long like this, thrusting up into her against the wall.

Her ass slides up the wall and back down again, and she gasps against my throat, kissing and sucking marks there.

I smile, knowing it’s her way of marking me, and I thrust into her deeper, harder.

“Gray, I’m going to come,” she pants, and I hum, pulling back from her.

“Come for me,a ghrá.”

As if my words trigger her orgasm, she gasps and writhes, rolling her hips, and she clenches around me, and I let out a growl, wanting to slam into her and chase my orgasm.

But I hold myself back, carrying her to the bed and lying her down, covering her with my body.

I slide back into her easily as she lies there, ragdoll, and she moans weakly.

“Sutton,” I whisper. “You’re so beautiful. You know that? You know how much I want you?”

She nods, looking up at me with wide blue-gray eyes, and I groan as I thrust into her harder, deeper, sliding her up the bed.

She whines out a moan as she comes again, and this time it’s like she’s milking me, and I start to spill inside her, coming and coming until she’s full of me.

Slowly, I pull out of her, plopping down next to her.

“Gray?” she calls, and I hum. “I would never betray you. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I do,a ghrá,” I say easily, but I have to admit, at least to myself, that some small part of me worried that she would. Not because she wanted to, but because she had a mighty need to keep Ciara safe.

The same need that I had to protect both Ciara and Sutton.

“You don’t have to worry,” I tell her, my voice firm and even. “Not about the Murphys. I’m going to protect you from all of it. Protect both my girls.”

Sutton smiles at me, the corner of her mouth ticking up. “I’m your girl, then?”

I look over at her, smiling back. “You always have been.”

I close my eyes, and it’s only a few moments before I’m asleep.

I wakeup and immediately know that something is wrong. Sutton isn’t in bed, and it looks like she hasn’t been there all night.

Did I just dream the night we had together?

When I sit up, there’s a note on the pillow in her loopy handwriting.

“Sorry” is all it says, signed simply “S.”

My heart pounds out of my chest, and I stand up, adjusting my clothes and going into the hallway to peer into Ciara’s room.

Gone. Her things, her toys, her clothes—all gone.

I roar and drop to my knees.

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