Page 13 of The Beast's Obsession

It only takes a few more thrusts before she shatters, crying out my name as waves of pleasure wrack her body. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the vice-like grip of her pussy, sends me hurtling over the edge right after her.

I bury myself deep inside her with a roar, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my cum.

Mine, mine, mine, chants a primal voice in my head.

She’s motherfuckingminenow.

seven

. . .

Lily

I spendthe next few days wrapped up in Grayson’s arms. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I’ve lost track of time.

I wake up and go to sleep with Grayson’s cock inside me. He fucks me, he feeds me, he washes me, and then he fucks me again.

I’m not doing any of the cleaning work I was supposedly hired to do. In fact, Grayson acts like me lifting a finger to do anything is a travesty.

And as wonderful as my time with him is, I can’t forget that I have a responsibility.

To Mom. To Danny.

I finally broach the subject of leaving with Grayson.

"Grayson," I whisper, my fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest. "I need to go home for a day or two."

The change is instant. His body, moments ago languid and sated, goes rigid beneath my touch. Those dark eyes, usually smoldering with desire, now flash with something dangerous.

"Leave?" he growls, the word rumbling through his chest. "Why would you want to leave?"

I swallow hard, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I am, naked in his arms. "It's not that I want to, it's just?—"

"Don't I make you happy?" He grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Haven't I given you everything?"

My heart races. I've never seen him like this—primal, almost feral. "Of course you do, Grayson. You've been incredible. It's just that I have responsibilities?—"

"Responsibilities?" He barks out a harsh laugh. "What could be more important than this? Than us?"

Before I can explain, he rolls on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. His cock, already hard again, presses insistently against my thigh.

"I'll show you responsibility," he snarls, and then he's inside me, claiming me with savage thrusts that leave me gasping. "Your only job is to be here, with me. To take my cock. To let me care for you."

I whimper, overwhelmed by the intensity of his possession. Part of me wants to give in, to lose myself in the exquisite pleasure only Grayson can provide. But I can't forget the world outside these gilded walls, no matter how hard he tries to make me.

I gasp, my body trembling as Grayson's punishing rhythm slows. His words penetrate the haze of lust, reminding me why I need to leave. I cup his face, forcing him to meet my eyes.

"Grayson, please," I whisper, my voice raw. "I just need to check on my mom and little brother. Then I'll be back, I promise."

He stills inside me, his massive body deflating as if all the fight has left him. His forehead drops to rest against mine, and I feel the shudder that runs through him.

"That's right," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Your mother is sick, isn't she?"

The vulnerability in his tone makes my heart clench. I stroke his hair, marveling at how this powerful man can seem so lost in this moment.

"Yes," I confirm softly. "And Danny...he's only eight. They need me."

Grayson rolls off me with a heavy sigh, pulling me against his chest. His fingers trail along my spine, sending shivers through me despite the seriousness of our conversation.

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