Page 50 of Tainted Serenity

Grey’s breathless words register in my mind after seconds of silence, and I turn around to notice the bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans. A smirk hints at my lips, winking at him as my stomach tingles with need. That is until her words come back to me.

“How the fuck did she know about my parents?”

Grey approaches me, removing the knife from my hold. Blood coats my clothes, turning them a darker shade as I stare down at my figure. I should feel guilty like any average human would, should scream and hate myself for what I did, but I have long since realized I am no ordinary human. My mom destroyed my humanity long ago.

Grey cast me a glance, biting his lip as if contemplating whether he should tell me or not.

“Apparently, she worked for Arthur when he bought you from Emilio. He told her enough until she spilled those secrets to me as if I didn’t already know them. Arthur doesn’t take well on people who lie to him or betray him in any way.”

Everything he says gets lost in a sea of clutter in my head. I just slaughtered another human being, all in the name of protecting the one man I would sell my soul for. At this moment, I begin to realize just how much we have sacrificed for each other and will continue to sacrifice.

“If Arthur catches us, he will kill us both. He doesn’t want us near each other.”

His hands come to hold mine as if he cannot stand the thought of not touching me.

“I can’t be apart from you again.” Sadness tinged with despair clogs my throat, making my words crack as I hold back the emotions.

I can’t fucking lose him. Not again.

“We have to until we can figure out how to get the fuck out of here.” While holding me close to him, his mouth is muffled by my hair as he murmurs.

I swallow what feels like liquid fire, my motion bobbing with the motion. “Let’s make the best out of the little time we have left?” It’s more of a question than a statement.

Without a second hesitation, the knife clatters to the ground as he pushes me against the wall, his legs separating mine before he meets my mismatched eyes. He has always been able to see the demons inside me, the horrors that I face on a daily basis inside my nightmare-filled mind that tries to suffocate me.

“Please, Grey. Make me hurt because I can’t take this pain anymore.”

In his eyes, I see the way his inner demons are torturing his very soul. He is in as much pain as I am. We have always connected through pain on levels deeper than anyone would ever be able to comprehend.

With his leg between mine, desperation fills me with the need to get more friction. My long gown is in the way, which makes it hard for him to touch me properly.

“This fucking dress,” he mutters, irritated, and for the first time in fucking months, I feel my lips tilting upward from joy.

Despite the circumstances and all that we have been through, he is still here with me, holding me in his arms as he would something precious.

With hurried fingers, he manages to lift my dress and slide it over my hips, reaching better access. He has me pushed against the wall as the cold material bites into my shoulder while he removes his pants in haste. We are in a secluded corridor; the tension increasing at the threat that Arthur or Irene could find us at any moment. The urgency of the situation only makes this all the more thrilling.

“Words can’t describe how much I have missed you,” he mumbles against my ear before nipping my earlobe, causing my cheeks to heat up.

All I can muster is a soft hum as an answer, feeling myself breaking on the inside.

“Hold it up,” Grey demands, looking at me with such a brilliant gaze it makes my stomach flutter.

I do as he tells me to, holding up the thick and wavy layers of my dress to give him even better access.

The air in the corridor hangs heavy with the stench of metal and copper, the pooling blood from the woman drying on the floor beside us. When I detach myself from the scent of blood, the overpowering smell fades into the background. Grey is all that matters. He has always been able to stitch together the shattered heart within me, even when I didn’t want him to.

With my dress hiked above my hips, I’m almost entirely exposed. Grey has slipped down his suit pants under his knees, and his hand glides toward the edge of my panties. My hips automatically grind against his hand, desperate to feel some friction when I haven’t felt anything in months.

“Such a needy little girl, aren’t you?” Grey purrs, a smirk teasing at his lips.

“Shut up.”

He turns me around with swift movements, not allowing me to get a second to process what is happening. Before I know it, a burning sensation spreads across my ass cheek, and a squeal slips from me.

“You have to be quiet, my sweet doll,” he taunts in my ear.

He reaches for my damp panties, slick with moisture from his dirty words and actions that have me more aroused than I have ever felt before. His hand finds its way inside my panties, lightly touching my throbbing clit as I arch my back in an attempt to get him to give me more. When he presses his back against mine, quickening his pace of rubbing my clit, I feel his hardening cock straining against his boxers.

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