Page 63 of Rebellion

Oh, yeah. “I’m sure. Don’t believe everything society shows you. Take charge. Lots of men love that, and it’s what you want.”

She still had a skeptical look on her face, but she nodded again. “Okay.”

One more peek at the group of men and she took a deep breath and turned toward them. Her fingers danced across her flowing black skirt, releasing nervous energy, but she got it under control by the time she made it to the group.

They were a bunch of panting horn-dogs when they realized she was coming over to talk to them. She’d have three men serving her every whim, and she theirs, if she wanted.

“Ilario?” Gray touched Ilario on the shoulder. “Are you good?”

“Yes, sir. I am very good.”

“Are you ready to let Angelina go? I need something from her.”

“I do not want to let her go, but I will.” Ilario sat up and stretched. “Thank you for the evening, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome. It was fun.”

“Oh, yes it was. See you later.” Ilario stood and made his way across the room to the woman we’d spoken with.

Gray ran his hand over my hair. “Angel, come with me, please.”

I kind of wanted to see what happened with the woman and her new friends, but there was a sense of urgency in Gray’s tone. “Okay, what is it?”

Gray snagged my hand and pulled me along to the foyer where Dominic was on bouncer duty, and then up the stairs before I could even say hi or bye.

I was panting trying to keep up with him and tugged him to a stop at the hallway. “Gray, wait.”

“I can’t.” He turned on me and pushed me up against the wall. With one hand forcing my arms over my head and the other lifting my thigh to wrap around his legs he ground against me. “I’ve been this fucking hard for the last two hours and I can’t wait any longer to get inside you, to make you mine again.”

Whoa. I had no idea.

I could feel how hard he was through his jeans. It was difficult to miss since he was thrusting against me, sending little shocks of pleasure through me.

“Watching you work Ilario over, making him come, wanting to rip you away, bend you over the god-damned couch and claim you right there in front of every person in the room has been killing me.”

Gray’s jealousy hit me like a thirty-ton Mack truck filled with fluffy puppies and raspberry popsicles. I couldn’t be more surprised or delighted.

“Then take me, Grayson. Make me yours again.”

He captured my mouth, sucking my tongue into his, taking and giving until I couldn’t breathe. “You’re mine.”

“I know.”

That seemed to help because he released me from the wall and continued to drag me down the hall and into my room.

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