Page 65 of I Was Born Ruined (Death by Daybreak MC 1)
“Are you volunteering for the job?” I breathe, without even meaning to. The edge of Grainger’s cruel mouth turns up in a smirk, and he leans even closer to me, until his lips are close enough to touch. When he talks, I can feel his words as much as I can hear them.
“You fucking wish,” he snarls, pulling away abruptly and standing up. “Why don’t you start begging Sin again? Maybe he’ll take pity on you and offer up his dick for the sacrifice.”
“You’re a real piece of work,” I snap, launching myself to my feet and shoving him hard in the back. May as well have tried to push a dump truck up a hill. Grainger turns slowly around to look at me, his expression edged with violence.
“Really, Gidge?” he asks, when I shove at him again. He turns around in an instant, grabbing me by the wrists and yanking me close enough that I can smell that wonderful black pepper and vanilla scent of his. “You like dicking around with grown men?”
“I wouldn’t know. None of you will give me the time of day,” I retort, trying to pull my wrists from his grip. There’s no way in hell I could get free from Cade if he wanted to hold me here.
“Keep pushing and somebody might just push back.” He releases me, and I immediately shove at him. The reaction snaps him into action, and he grabs me again, pushing me down onto the bed and climbing over me, one knee between my thighs. “This isn’t a game you can play, and win.”
My face is burning with a hot flush, my heart hammering like crazy behind my ribs. But my body likes the feel of Grainger above me like this. My core throbs with want, and I have to resist the urge to arch up into him.
“Screw you.” Not very creative, but it’s all I can get out. Grainger’s umber eyes move from my rust-red ones, dropping down to linger on my lips. My tongue slides out and runs along my lower lip, all without my permission. I swear, it just happens. I’m just reacting to Cade’s presence without meaning to, like a girl possessed.
“Screw you, huh?” he asks, almost contemplatively. Grainger leans down and runs his own tongue across my bottom lip, making me groan. I struggle a bit, doing my best to free my arms, so I can put them around his neck.
He won’t let me.
“Fat friggin’ chance,” he growls, biting my lower lip and making me groan. “You want to test the waters, Gidge? I’ll show you how deep they are.” Cade captures my mouth, thrusting his tongue between my lips, taking over the moment completely.
He destroys me with his kiss, crashing through walls I hadn’t even known were up. And it’s sublime, downright transcendent. Pisses me off at the same time, that I’m letting this asshole twist me into knots like this, but I can already feel my body responding, promising me more of that hot-white bliss, that decadent oblivion that I’m craving so damn badly.
Grainger pushes his knee forward, rubbing it against my aching heat. My body reacts against my will, back arching, cunt pushing against his leg in search of pleasure. The more I wriggle, the harder Cade kisses, like he’s punishing me for my reactions. That’s what I want right now, to be punished.
Losing it to this prick, that seems appropriate. My life has never been a fairy-tale, so why would I want a prince now? Unless that prince is dressed in leather, scented with tobacco, and packing serious heat, I’m not interested.
Deep, deep down, I realize that I don’t feel like I deserve someone to be nice to me. I don’t deserve romance and love, gentle hands and soft mouths. Instead, I want hard and unyielding, pain to crash up against my own, like waves against a rocky shore. Nothing but storm and salt and sea, unending and violent.
Heat blooms between us, but like a rose with thorns, it’s both soft and hard at the same time, silken petals limned in blood. Grainger uses his right hand to hold my wrists above my head, leaving his left free to roam over the curve of my waist and hip. His fingers are rough when they grip my pelvis, pushing his knee into my core hard enough that I gasp. I want more, and I want it quick, but Grainger seems determined to teach me a lesson.
His mouth moves along my jaw, tracing a hot line of fire to my ear. When he bites down on my earlobe, I just about lose my shit.
“Stop teasing,” I snap, but he just laughs at me, and there’s nothing at all nice about that sound.
“Spoiled little brat. Shut your mouth. Who begged who for this, huh? You’re at my goddamn mercy.”
