Page 34 of Freestyle
Rowyn’s defenses falter just for an instant, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her expression. “You think you can run into me and demand answers?” she challenges, stepping forward.
“Why not?” I reply, feeling reckless and alive. “Sometimes, you have to take risks when you want something.”
“Risks like beating someone to a bloody pulp?” she seethes, her eyes flashing with defiance.
“He was touching something he shouldn’t have,” Gray snaps, grabbing Rowyn and forcing her against the wall, his body a solid barrier between her and the world outside.
“Oh yeah? It’s my body, and I’ll let anyone I want touch it,” she quips, her voice laced with fire.
The air crackles with tension, and I can see the fight in her eyes, the way she is both drawn to us and terrified of what that means. Gray leans in closer, his breath mingling with hers, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.
“Not a damn soul can touch you but us. Understood?”
“And if I don’t listen?” she spits out, her voice trembling with anger, but there’s no denying the way her body responds to our presence, the way her breath hitches when we get too close.
“Then you’ll be punished right after we tear the fucker’s limbs off. That’s just how it is, Row,” I reply, my voice low and controlled, even as my heart races in my chest. “And trust me, sunshine. You don’t want that.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the war raging within her. She wants to fight, to push back against our dominance but she also wants to submit, to give in to the pleasure we promise.
“Fuck you,” she whispers, but there’s no real heat behind her words. She’s testing us, seeing just how far we’re willing to go.
My cock strains against my pants, and I can feel Gray’s arousal too, his body tight and coiled with need. We share a brief glance, a silent agreement passing between us. This is a dance we’ve done before, a battle of wills that always ends in pleasure.
“Fine,” I growl, my hand shooting out to grab her wrist. I yank her toward me, her body slamming against mine. “You want to play games, little girl? We’ll show you how it’s done.”
Her breath catches in her throat as I spin her around and push her front against the wall. Gray moves in behind her, his hands sliding around her waist to hold her in place.
“You think you’re tough, huh?” I whisper against her ear, my fingers digging into her hips. “You think you’re in control? You’re wrong.” I pull out my phone and show her the picture.
She struggles against us, but we’re stronger. “Delete that! Now!”
Gray’s hands roam up her sides, his lips grazing the nape of her neck.
“We’re going to break you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “We’re going to tear you apart and put you back together again, and you’re going to beg us for more.”
Our bodies grind against hers, pinning her between us. Her breath hitches as she struggles to free herself, but we’re unyielding.
“We are the gods of your undoing, and we won’t be satisfied until you’re shattered and remade in our image.” Our hands explore every inch of her body, leaving no secret untouched. We strip her bare, not just of her clothes, but of her defenses, her inhibitions.
“So, you like to break all your toys?” she challenges.
“Toy?No. Try ruin. Try symphony.” Grayson’s voice is velvet-wrapped steel.
I step in, forehead pressed to hers. “You’re the storm we tried to chain, Rowyn. Now we just want to burn with you.”
“So tell us, are you up for the challenge?” Gray whispers in her ear.
She doesn’t respond, but her silence speaks volumes. We can sense the fire within her, the spark that will ignite into a blaze. We’re not going to let her go. We’ll keep her forever, and she’ll love every second of it.
Five
Rowyn
Theycrowdmeagainstthe wall. Grayson at my back, Phoenix in front, and the room feels like it’s breathing for me, hard and hot and uneven.
“You’re shaking,” Phoenix murmurs, brushing a thumb along my jaw. “Is that fear, or anticipation?”
I don’t answer.
