Page 54 of Judgment Day

I wanted to be fucked, needed it like I needed oxygen. More than I needed oxygen because I held my breath as Grey pulled his pants off his hips, agonizingly slow. This was his moment. Linc had proven his selflessness by sitting in the chair while Grey feasted on my pussy, by not touching me until I asked him to. Now, it was Grey’s turn to show Lincoln that what we had was consensual, that nothing happened unless I said so. Even though Grey appeared to have all the power in this room, everything that happened was by my design, under my control.

“I want you.”

He lazily stroked his fist up and down his cock. “Keep going.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Jesus, he was glorious. Smooth and long and thick. “Please, Grey.”

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. With one hand, he held his cock by the root and shoved inside my greedy hole, just the tip. “Tell him you want this.”

I tried moving farther down his length, and he pulled his hand back and slapped my pussy. My clit spasmed at the contact, and I let out a moan. Holy fuck.

I cast my eyes on Lincoln, who was now back in his chair, balling his hands into fists as his hips lifted off the seat. He was almost hard again. “I want this.” The second the words left my lips, Grey was inside me. I was on the pill, but he didn’t ask about birth control. Either he trusted me, or he didn’t care.

“Eyes on me,” he said as he pinned my arms over my head.

He lowered his face to mine; his breath over my lips. His tongue swept over my mouth, then inside. It wasn’t a gentle kiss like before. It was a big, fat fuck you to Lincoln. It was anI don’t care if you marked her, I’m taking her anyway.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper inside me. His hips slammed forward, punishing, claiming, painful.

“More,” I whispered when he ended the kiss.

“My sweet girl doesn’t want a gentle touch.” He wasn’t asking. He already knew. “You want it hard.” He drove into me. “You like it rough.” He reached under my knee, lifting my leg higher, opening me wider. His balls slapped against my skin with every forceful thrust.

“Yes.” I fought to breathe. It hurt. And it felt good. So, so good. “God, yes.” He angled his hips, then plowed into me again, and—“Fuck, yesssssss.”

Grey yanked my shirt up, exposing my breasts to the cool air, then twisted my nipple between his fingers. From the chair beside us, Lincoln growled. My throat was raw from how hard he’d fucked it. I turned my head to look over at him. His hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking hard and fast, just like Grey was fucking me.

The waves rolled and crested and finally crashed. I came with a cry. My body pulsed and shook from my toes to the hair on the back of my neck. Linc came with a groan for the second time in a matter of minutes. Thick, milky ropes shot across his tight stomach and over his hand.

Grey slowed his pace. I reached up and grabbed his face with both hands. “No.” I stroked my thumb over his cheek, remembering how he’d kept himself from coming the one and only time we’d had sex. “Don’t stop. Don’t steal that from me again.” I rocked my hips against him. “It’s mine now. It belongs to me.” Not her.Me.

His body shuddered, as if my words affected him as much as having my pussy clench around him did. He rolled his hips, slowly but all the way to the hilt. Once. Twice. And on the third thrust, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a groan as he emptied himself inside me.

Lincoln stood up, cum trailing over his perfectly sculpted abs, staining his tattoos. He looked down at me and traced my lips with a single finger. “He was right. You’re fucking beautiful when you come.” He leaned in, then pressed his lips to mine. “I’ll be in the shower,” he said before he walked out of the room.

It was intentional. Lincoln was giving us this moment, and I loved him even more for it.

THIRTY ONE

I looked at Grey,still between my legs, bracing himself with his hands beside my head on the mattress. I ran my fingertips along the top of his forehead, then down the side of his flawless face. “What happens now?”

He gave me that calm, stoic stare that I’d grown used to over the years.

“You’re leaving,” I answered for him.

He leaned in and blew a breath across my nipple. “I have some things to take care of,” he said in his usual, nonchalant tone, as if he hadn’t just wrecked my body.

“Sadie.” I hated how weak I sounded.

He brought his hand to my face, running his thumb across my bottom lip. And then he moved down my body, stopping when his face was between my thighs. “No. Those girls you help are here because of Sadie. Liam is dead because of Sadie. Anything I felt for her, or thought I felt for her, died with him.” He licked his lips and stared at my pussy like it held the stars and the moon inside. “Fuck, I wish you could see what I see.” He brought his finger to my cunt, sweeping up the cum that had dripped down my ass. “Me, spilling out of you like this.” He pushed it back inside, then slowly fucked me with his finger, watching every movement as if he was under a spell.

“Grey,” I said with zero conviction. He should stop.I didn’t want him to stop.

“Do you need a safe word?” He added a second finger. His heated stare raked over my body. “Because that’s the only thing that will stop me.”

“Do I?”

“You might.” He pressed his thumb against my clit. “Eventually.”

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