Page 55 of Judgment Day

I remembered how rough he was, how he spanked my pussy. There was a demon in there, clawing to be set free.

“Hero,” I said, knowing how much he hated being called that.

“Hero,” he repeated as if tasting the word on his tongue.

“I can’t…” My body was too sore, too sensitive. It was too soon. There was no way.

He hooked his fingers, hitting that spot, and I moaned.

“I don’t think I—”

“You can.” He pulled his fingers from inside me and focused on my clit. “You will.” He strummed the sensitive flesh, rubbing circles, spreading his cum and my slick heat all over myself. I bucked against his fingers, desperate and needy, even though I was sore. He rubbed harder, faster, so hard I felt his touch all the way to my pelvic bone. I would bruise—if clits could bruise—I knew it. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to chase this thing that was building inside me right now. My ears rang. My whole body screamed. It tingled. It quaked. It engulfed me like flames, and I never wanted it to end.

“That’s my girl,” Grey growled against my ear. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

I’ll take everything you have to give until you’re a quivering, crying mess. And then I’ll take some more.

He was right. God, he was so right.

My heart thudded forcefully against my chest. My limbs felt like Jell-O. My mouth was dry. I fought to breathe.

Grey leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Come with me.”

“Pretty sure I just did.” I stretched like a lazy cat, sated and ready for a nap. “Three times.”

He huffed a soft laugh, and God, it was beautiful. His smile was perfection. “I mean, to Scotland.”

I let his words settle for a moment as I considered them. Lincoln had said this was a one-time thing. He’d said it was for closure. That was why he’d left us alone. He was expecting me to say goodbye. But Grey wanted more.

“I can’t leave the house.” I glanced at the door, suddenly overcome with guilt. “I can’t leave Lincoln.”

“You don’t have to.”

I’d never heard Grey beg—he wasn’t the begging type—but that sounded an awful lot like a plea.

“Lincoln can come,” he added. “And as for the house, at the rate Leo is going, we’ll need at least one more by the end of the year. You can’t be at all of them. We’ll build one in Scotland, and you’ll run that one.”

“You make it sound so easy.” My heart cracked. Nothing about this was easy.

“Because it is.” He pressed his lips to mine. “It doesn’t have to be complicated, dove. I know you love him, and I’ll respect that. You want us both. We both want you. If this is what you need, I’ll give it to you. I’ll share you with him, but onmyterms.”

“What kind of terms?” I couldn’t believe I was even considering it.

“There may be moments when you need us both, at the same time—moments when it’s necessary—like just now. But I want you to myself, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. When you’re with me, you’re mine. Only mine.” He emphasized his words with a bite on my tit.

“That sounds complicated.”

“Only if you make it that way.” He stroked my hair, then rolled off the bed.

I sat up, pulling my shirt down. “So, that’s it, then?”

He grabbed his pants off the floor. “You said I took your choice away from you. This is me giving it back.” The black wool fit his body like a glove as he pulled them on. He didn’t even bother with underwear. “Say yes if you understand,” he said as he tugged the zipper up.

I climbed off the bed and went to him. “Yes.” I swallowed. “Sir.” I’d read the books. I’d seen the movies, all three of them. I knew the type, and Grey Van Doren was definitely that type.

He turned, grabbing his shirt from the chair, and my emotions crashed into me, wracking my chest.

“Oh my God,” I said on a gasp. My fingers traced the raised skin on his back. Silver stripes. Zigzags. So fucking many of them marred his flesh. “They did this.” My voice caught on the thick lump in my throat. “They hurt you.” Tears welled in my eyes as I peppered feather-light kisses along the evidence of his torture. God, this man, this beautiful, broken man.

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