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They can wait.

“This pussy…” he grunts, grabbing me by my throat. “There’s nothing quite like it. I can’t fucking control myself around you.”

“Grayson,” I moan, and he grips my face, forcing my mouth open by digging his fingers into my cheeks. Then he kisses me hard, devouring me with punishing lashes of his tongue and stinging bites while he holds my face frozen.

“You can fuck that boy all day long,” he breathes out, “but you know he can’t give you what you crave.”

Before I can reply, he cuts off my oxygen with his hand wrapped around my throat and whispers, “You belong to me, Willow. Your smiles are mine, your body is mine, and your pussy is mine. Even your breaths belong to me.”

Darkness seeps in at the edges and I begin to struggle. Grayson fucks me harder. “You can breathe again after you’ve been a good girl and come on my cock.” Reaching down, he rubs my clit while his fingers bruise my neck. As my eyes lock with his, every muscle in my body tenses. I fall over the edge as stars explode behind my eyes.

His grip eases up on my throat, and his dick slips out when he sets me down on my feet. I’m weak and shaking.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, stroking my hair out of my face before cupping my chin. “I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’ll swallow every last drop, sweetheart. Understood?”

I nod softly as he applies pressure to my shoulders. My knees connect with the cold, sticky floor and rough hands pull my hair up in a ponytail while I sway, unsteady. Grayson slaps my cheek gently. “Open that pretty mouth.”

I can barely keep my eyes open—I’m that exhausted from his brutal fucking. But I do as instructed, gagging when his cock hits the back of my throat.

His grip on my hair tightens, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Look at me, Willow. Give me those beautiful eyes.”

My gaze slides up, locking on his, and he thrusts his hips. When I choke, he holds me frozen, my hair twisted in a tight pony. He picks up the pace, fucking my mouth faster with deep rolls of his hips. “Fuck, that’s it. Relax. Let Daddy have that tight throat.”

I try to breathe through my nose, but it’s difficult when he gives me no respite and no time to catch my breath. My nails dig into his thighs. I push back against him, but he takes what he wants.

“Did you let that boy fuck your face?” Pulling out, he slaps my cheek with his dick. “Did you?”

“No.”

Forcing his fingers into my mouth, his other hand in my hair, he drags his digits over my tongue before replacing them with his cock.

Two more thrusts… three… four…“Fuck!”His hot cum hits the back of my throat and beads on my tongue. Pulling out, he slams my mouth shut and says, “Swallow! Don’t let it escape.”

When I’ve followed his instructions, he steps back and tucks his cock away. Then he roughly palms my face before cupping my chin and guiding my eyes up to his. “Act like a whore, and I’ll fuck you like one.”

His words are meant to humiliate. If Daddy wants to play, I’ll set out the pieces on the board. Spreading my knees on the sticky floor, I fall forward on my hands. Gazing up at him from beneath my dark lashes, I purr, “What makes Daddy think I want to be fucked like a good girl?”

I don’t miss the clenching of his fists. He’s trying to control himself.

I don’t like control.

“Come out to play, Daddy,” I purr, rocking on the floor and jutting my ass out. “Hurt me, Daddy, claim me. Fuck me like a slut.”

His queen topples over, and he escapes the room as though he’s on fire.

Sitting back on my ass, I smile to myself. Grayson is mine. We both know the woman with amber hair can’t give him what he wants. She’s afraid of his monster that lurks in the shadows. She doesn’t set traps to lure it out like I do. Unlike me, she shies away from the darkness in his gaze.

CHAPTER14

GRAYSON

FEBRUARY 22ND, 2016

I feel like a fucking pervert,waiting in my car for Willow to finish school. If anyone asks, I’m here to take her home.

Since the time I fucked her in the bathroom at the movies, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. It’s like she crawled beneath my skin and dug her claws into me.

I need more of her drug. I need to bury myself balls deep in her sweet pussy and forget about the world and the upcoming trial. Who the fuck cares that she’s three weeks away from her eighteenth birthday? I’ve already crossed the line.

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