Page 67 of Greed
“But I want to,” she started. “Oh, sweet lord. What are you…”
He released a single breast, pale and bouncing and then took its weight into his mouth. He swirled her bud around and suckled.
She gasped, hooked a leg around his waist and pushed her hips forward, grinding into him. The resulting clash of their most intimate parts had him weak with euphoria. He groaned around her flesh. She yanked on his hold again, whimpering, begging.
“Please… let me touch you.”
No.
He kept suckling, tasting, experiencing.
But then her body stiffened beneath him, no longer compliant. Her leg dropped, and she made a pained sound.
“Stop,” she said, voice tight, struggling. “I’m sorry. Please stop.”
But he could do this for her. She’d saved his life. He’d saved hers. Now he could get ahead of the balance protocol and…
She whimpered and made a sobbing sound.
It broke something inside him.
He jerked back, horrified at himself. She was truly distressed, and he was ignoring her. What was he thinking?
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and lifted her top to cover her nakedness.
She wrapped herself with her denim jacket. “No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry… I can’t.” She trembled, honestly afraid. How did they get here? “It’s the bondage.”
You know her, but she doesn’t know you.
“My last relationship”—she swallowed—“he tied me up, and… I mean. I thought I wanted it, and I wanted to please him, but it wasn’t quite… God, you don’t need to know this.”
His horror took on a new edge.
Doppenger hadforcedhimself on her? And she thought it was because she wanted it. And Griffin almost did the same thing.
Fuck. Shit. He hit himself in the head. What was wrong with him?
There were signs. She’d asked, plenty of times.Let me touch you.
Grace had told him. She had been in an abusive relationship.
But he’d ignored it because he wanted to get ahead of his biology. He wanted to be in control, but he wasn’t, was he?
All this time he thought he managed his habits with an iron fist. He thought he was better than his siblings. He thought losing control was like how he was back when he’d killed those men in his past, but the truth was, he’d been out of control for a long time.
And she still stood there with her beanie over her eyes, waiting for permission.
Fuck!
He was no good for her.
Before he could change his mind, he slammed out of the room and into the alley, running as fast as his guilt laden legs could carry him, making as much distance as he could.
It wasn’t until he’d turned on his bike that he realized he’d left her there, still waiting for permission. He couldn’t breathe. He messed up, and he knew no way of fixing it.
Flashes before his eyes.
Another time he’d so helplessly lost control. Was this… was this like that?
