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But that won’t work. No, I’ll need to find other ways to fuck with his life. Since he’s fucked with my woman, I think I’ll take great pleasure in returning the favor, whenever he brings his poor Chosen here.
“I’ll stay,” I grit out.
“Excellent decision. Then we’ll move in next week. I still need you for strategy, Greyson, so expect twice daily meetings between now and op day. For now, I have matters to attend to, so the two of you are excused.”
My thoughts are spinning on my way out of Cain’s office. I can’t stomach the thought of Scarlett being passed around if I die… whether it be now or at some other point in the future. No, either she’s with me, or she needs a way out of here.
“Max,” I say in front of the elevator, already cringing at the ask I’m about to make from someone I’m not on good terms with right now.
Max fixes an unblinking gaze on me. “Grey.”
I swallow. “I have a favor to ask.”
He stares at me for several beats before a light scoff leaves his lips. He shakes his head, releasing a sardonic chuckle. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“It’s not for me. It’s for Scarlett.”
Thatgets his attention, and I smother the urge to strangle him. She isn’t his; she’ll never be his. I don’t even know that he’s attracted to her, or if it’s just his savior complex kicking into gear.
“If something happens to me… if Cain kills me or someone else does…” I inhale a breath that fails to soothe me. “Get Scarlett out of here. She deserves to be free.”
Max’s jaw clenches. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve to ask me that, Greyson.”
“It’s not for me,” I repeat, staring at him. “It’s for her.Iwon’t let her go, and I’ll do everything in my power to fulfil her and make her happy… but if I die, I need to know she’ll be free.” I swallow. “Please.”
Max stares at me for several stressful, skin-crawlingly long seconds. I can see the battle between anger and understanding on his face, and I don’t know what he’ll choose… but I hope to God he agrees to give me this one thing. He doesn’t have to likeme, but I know he likes Scarlett. Hopefully that’ll be enough to gain his agreement…
“God damnit,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Fuckingdamnit. Damnyou, Greyson. Fuck this whole place.” He sighs. “Yeah, I’ll get her out. You have my word. In return, if you could stop being such a raging prick, I’d appreciate it.”
“I won’t make any promises, but I’ll do my best.”
Max scoffs. “From a prick like you, I suppose that’s the best I’ll get.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Scarlett
Monster is insatiable. This has been clear to me for a while, but when he wakes me up for the second time this morning with his mouth on my pussy, my beliefs are confirmed beyond any shadow of a doubt.
My entire body aches with a delicious soreness, and there are bruises in the shape of his fingers and little bite marks all over me. None of them hurt when they were delivered through the course of an extremely long day and night, but they act as symbols of Monster marking his territory nonetheless.
A long, exhausted moan escapes me as Greyson spears his tongue inside me. His mouth feelsincrediblygood, but I’m hypersensitive after our recent activities, so I wince and whine a little as he works me over.
But I don’t tell him to stop. And I’m not sure what that says about me, aboutus.
Just like I don’t know what to make of the fact that he’s now both Greyson and Monster to me—the names are used almost interchangeably.
“Fuck…” I whimper as I come, arching into his mouth and pulling on his hair.
Monster climbs his way over me, and doesn’t waste any time sliding his cock into me. I hiss at the intrusion and my sensitivity—his cock hurts a little, but it’s a good sort of pain.
“Shh,” Greyson shushes. “Easy. This’ll be quick. I can’t last when I’m inside you.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and surrender. To the pleasure, to him, to this fucked-up dynamic we’re creating. I’m still a captive, but I don’t think I’m as powerless as I once was… and I can find a way to live with that. Hopefully for me, I can find a way to at least be somewhat content with Greyson.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmurs tenderly, kissing my lips. “Fuck, Flower, you’re a dream come true.”
“I’m not a Flower,” I mumble, only half-coherent. The feeling of his cock slicing in and out of me is almost too much to bear, but it’sdamngood.
