Page 106 of Bitter Truths

“Mm,” he says, pulling my panties down my legs and leaning into my core. “So, fucking sweet.”

Before I have time to beg, he licks me up and down before thrusting into me with his fingers, and with a cry, I hump his face, a wash of painful tingles cascading through me.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, pumping into me wildly.

With his other hand, he massages my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head. It’s so good. He feels so good.

“Yes, Griff,” I moan, feeling the first flutter of an orgasm that turns into a wave of pleasure when he leans back and slaps my clit.

“Oh god,” I wail when he slaps me again, and I rocket to orgasm, bowing off the bed.

“Mm,” he rumbles, sitting up as I collapse to the mattress with a sigh.

Licking his lips, he steps from the bed with shining eyes before shuffling out of his clothes and maneuvering me up to my hands and knees.

Dropping my head to the bed, I gasp when he slides inside, the ache so damn delicious.

“So good,” he groans above me, pulling out and thrusting again.

“Yes,” I whimper, bucking into him, seeking another orgasm.

He grabs my hips and pounds away. My core flutters, and I raise my head with a groan.

“Fuck, come on my dick, sweet. Give it to me,” he says, picking me up and setting me down on his dick roughly.

With the new position, he’s so deep I can feel him everywhere. Pumping from below, he guides me over him and it’s all I need to fall over the edge again.

“Oh fuck,” he says gruffly. “So hot.”

Boneless, I fall forward and he rests me gently on the bed, before pushing my legs wide and thrusting erratically.

“Yes,” I say, squeezing around him, and with a gasp, he stiffens before he spills.

“Fuck,” he groans before collapsing against me.

“Griff,” I moan, reveling in the feel of his body flush with mine.

He jerks convulsively, his breaths huffing against my back as he heaves until he sighs and rolls over. Immediately, I turn and snuggle into him, smiling when he pulls me into his side and strokes my hair once more.

It’s quiet for a moment as we catch our breath until he says, “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that about?”

My stomach drops, my euphoria gone, and pulling away from him stiffly, I turn to my other side. “Nothing, I just needed you.”

After a pause, he rolls into me and puts his head on my shoulder, murmuring, “I need you too, Hals.”

Closing my eyes, I fight back the swell of tears because I can’t erase the dirt, and I want for him to see me clean.

Chapter Thirty-One

You’re the only one who can ruin me.

HALSEY

I’m no closer to a solution the following day when we walk to our respective classes. Griffin has been giving me worried stares since I pushed him away last night, but in the wake of Dr. Marks’ threats, I’ve been spiraling, and it’s all I can do not to stay seated in the shower and scrub at my skin.

The irony isn’t lost on me. I went to therapy to get past my trauma, and now I’m sunk in it. If it weren’t for Griff watching me like a hawk, I’d probably still be in bed.

Class is a blur because I’m not seeing the slideshow of renaissance paintings. I’m stuck in my head and circling the drain. How do I get myself out of this mess?

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