Page 48 of Sinful Little Lies

“Grimm, please,” I beg, my hips wiggling while still suspended in the air, trying to encourage him to move.

In a languid thrust, he pulls out and slams back forward, “Fucking say it,” he grunts.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be your good slut and listen!”

His lips slam to mine as he bucks his hips back forward, bottoming out every time. The pain from the stretch of himmixes with the pleasure and my limbs start to heat as my orgasm builds. Each thrust brings me closer and closer to heaven.

“I wanna feel you strangle my cock with your tight little pussy, V. Give it to me. Be a good slut and show me how much you like my thick cock when it’s pounding you.”

His words paired with the rhythm of his hips has my release barreling towards me. I throw my head back, my eyes rolling as heat washes over every bone in my body. I bite down on my tongue until a metallic tang fills my mouth to keep from crying out as he continues drilling into me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his rhythm stutters as he curses, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. He sounds breathless, and as I come down from my high and look at him, my pussy flutters again at the sight.

His dark eyes bore into mine, pupils dilated with lust, red stains his cheeks, his angular jaw clenched. “I want you to fill me up with your cum, Grimm,” I pant. Like my words are the flame to a firework, he ignites.

“Yes, baby,” Grimm bottoms out and holds himself there. “Fuck, V. You’re going to be the death of me.”

His hips buck forward in his hold. My eyes widen as he continues to cum, the warm substance seeping into me and dripping to the counter.

When the last drop is spilled, he tucks himself back into his pants before taking my underwear and pulling it back over my pussy, trapping his cum against the material and my skin.

“I can’t wait to taste you later, little monster.” He whispers into my ear. My heart does backflips and cartwheels thinking about later with Grimm, his talented tongue, and that sexy little earring.

Pulling my dress back over my hips, I fix myself up the best I can before we leave the bathroom. It’s hard to pretend that nothing happened when there's a hole between my legs fromwhere he ripped my tights and cum coats my underwear as it sticks to my skin.

Grimm pushes the door open and I begin to follow him out, but run into his back as he halts in his tracks. I try to peer around him to see what made him stop abruptly. When I do though, my blood turns cold in my veins at the sight of Greer leaning against the wall right next to the bathroom door.

The smug look on his face and the bulge in his pants tells me everything I need to know. His eyes skim Grimm before landing on me. They start at my toes before dragging up my legs, pausing for a moment where the rip in my tights begin. It feels as if he knows there's a hole there despite the fact my skirt is covering me. He drags his gaze up, pausing to stare at my breasts, then lips, before finally stopping at my eyes.

The way his eyes assessed me as if I had nothing on makes disgust turn in my stomach. Unease knocks on my subconscious as I stare back at him. “What the fuck, Greer?” Grimm shields me from his brother who’s stare hasn't left mine. His dark eyes glimmer as his smirk grows wider.

“Little brother, you didn’t tell me what a screamer she was. Do I get a turn with our lovely guest?”

I feel Grimm stiffen against me as I harden my stare, my eyes narrowing and my fists balling at my sides. I may have let one man make me feel as if I was weak but the reality is that I’m anything but. I am not a victim. I’m a survivor.

I survived him.

I won't let another man think he can intimidate or degrade me. Think that he can speak to me in any way outside of respect. While Leo may have been breaking me down, I took those broken pieces to form a new me. A version that's cracked with jagged edges, yet those pieces are stronger, sharper, and aren't afraid to cut a bitch.

I step around Grimm, to let his brother know just how well I can scream when Grimm’s hand flies out and grabs Greer by the neck. His fist tightens, the knuckles turning white as Greer’s smile shapes into something more sinister.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Grimm yanks his face closer to Greer’s, their noses practically touching.

“I asked if I get a turn,” he chokes from Grimm’s grip, his smile never faltering.

“Say that shit again,big brother.” Greer’s face turns tomato red, his eyes bulging as Grimm’s grip somehow grows tighter. He releases him, but before anything else happens, he rears his fist back and slams it into Greer’s face.

Greer’s nose cracks and blood starts trickling from the newly crooked bone. Grimm’s hand wraps around my wrist before he's yanking me away from his brother and his eerie smile that still has not faltered.

“Enjoy the lasagna, asshole!” I spit out, angry at his treatment, but content that my revenge–and Grimm’s too–is already in motion.

Grabbing my wrist, Grimm pulls me down the hall and up the stairs. “There’s someone else we have to see before we go.”

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GRIMM

We reachthe top of the landing and I whistle. Within seconds, the jingle of her collar sounds and I hear the tippity-tap of her nails on the wooden floor.

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