Page 68 of Tainted Serenity

“I will never get enough of your cries,” he says through a moan, fucking me harder with each stroke and push inside me.

The belt tightens when his grip does, my lungs struggle to breathe as they become deprived of oxygen, and black spots start appearing in my field of vision. But it feels so fucking good.

I cannot breathe, drowning in a sea of desire and desperation as I’m held captive in his arms. Suddenly, he releases his grip on the belt wrapped around my throat, and I can finally fucking breathe, each breath feeling like a long-lost friend returning. My chest heaves as I cough while dragging in lungfuls of air.

“You like that, don’t you? My dirty girl,” Grey asks before gripping hold of my ass, lifting me so my chest clashes against him while I wrap my legs around his toned waist.

Electricity charges the air with tension and pleasure between us, causing sparks of fiery passion to ignite as he fucks me while I cry out his name, rocking my hips along with his as good as I can. He lifts me as though I weigh nothing, holding me in his arms and balancing himself on two legs. I cling to his neck, my grip unyielding, not daring to let go of my hold in case he accidentally loses his grip on me.

His waist hits the sweet spot of my clit as I bounce on his cock, slamming against me repeatedly.

My soul is being shredded to pieces from this act alone, leaving me bleeding like an open wound, revealing my soul to him and all my imperfections. But he doesn’t mind. Instead, he kisses my mouth, his kiss tasting like a toxic poison I have become addicted to.

My vision fades away for a fleeting second as another orgasm wreaks havoc inside me when he picks up his pace, causing colorful lights to burst behind my eyelids as my body trembles. I scream out, consumed by the overpowering sensations, thriving on the addictive ecstasy thrumming through me.

Euphoria tears through me with a potency beyond my comprehension, and I thrash in his grasp as he chases his own relief. The force of his grip burns my skin as he slaps my ass cheeks twice, making me jerk in his hold.

It’s all overwhelming, plunging me into a vortex of sensory overload that makes it nearly impossible to come back to reality.

“Soak my cock as I come inside you. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Grey grits through his teeth.

“God, yes!”

Picking up the pace, provoking another cry from me as a new orgasm tears through my body, he thrusts into me one last time with a roar that’s bound to echo throughout the entire manor. He’s trembling by the time he gently lowers me to the desk again, pressing his lips to my jawline before capturing mine in a gorgeous moment. We are both slick with sweat that clings to our bodies, but I don’t mind because at least he’s here with me.

“The hour is soon up,” I whisper to Grey, stealing a glance at the clock that counts down the dreaded seconds.

“We will have more time together, maybe not today, but we will,” he reassures me.

During the remaining time of the hour, we simply hold on to each other while savoring the scents and comforting presences of one another. When the hour is over, a disheveled Daxton knocks on the door before opening it, his face pale and mirroring his emotional turmoil.

Instantly, I stand on my legs, which are sore from Grey fucking me, making me have to support my body weight on the desk.

“What’s going on?” I ask Daxton with urgency, and Grey’s arm slips around my waist to hold me close to him.

Daxton’s eyes are wide, and he pants as if he hurried here as soon as our hour was up.

“Naya, you know the staff’s quadrant? The one corridor to the left of the main staircase.”

I nod my head uncertainly.

“Meet me there at midnight. Not a second earlier or later. We cannot risk being caught,” Daxton states, his urgency palpable.

The rush of blood in my ears is ceaseless, and all I can do is stare at him. My mind struggles to comprehend the enormity of his words, what it is that’s happening, and it feels as if I am viewing the room through a fish’s lens. It’s distorting, confusing, and the air itself seems to thicken with uncertainty, yet it also carries a dangerous hint of hope.

“You have a plan?” I swallow down my nerves, scratching my wrist furiously.

The last time we tried to escape, things went to shit. Who’s to say the same thing won’t happen now?

“I have a fucking plan,” Daxton confirms.

Chapter 27

Naya

Deadened eyes stare backat me in a broken mirror, empty as if there is no life behind them, yet there’s a glint of something dangerous in them. Hope, the most lethal emotion that can split you apart from the inside out, leaving nothing left behind as it’s shattered.

With a sigh, I lower my gaze to my arm, seeing the jagged scar of my self-injury running in an uneven line across my wrist. Three more accompany it, all looking equally as ugly with the skin sticking out. Self-hatred is a well-known emotion; hating all that you represent and how far you have sunk into the depths of your own mind. When did I stoop so low? Hurting myself is what I need to do to be able to cope, especially when Grey isn’t here to silence the fucking demons in my head.

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