Page 88 of Shadowed With Fear

He leaves a bruising kiss against my lips before leaving matching ones on my hips from his fingers digging into me roughly.

He starts thrusting into me, hard. I takeover rubbing my clit, as I watch him use me.

I love the sight. Seeing him unraveling, losing the cool control he had shown the whole evening. As much as I appreciate him allowing me to take control, seeing him take what he wants from me is so much better. Knowing he’s using me for his pleasure, seeing the ecstasy written on his face and the creases of determination set in his brows has me coming undone.

My legs shake, I don’t breathe, and my ears ring as my orgasm crashing into me. I can faintly hear him cursing and then I feel it. As my walls pulse, so does his cock against my stomach painting my belly and chest with his cum.

Slowly, I blink my eyes open, looking down. He’s already staring at me, a vulnerability I’ve not seen in him before.

I swipe a finger through the cum between my breasts, bringing it to my lips, and sucking on it. He growls, a rush of air leaving through his nose.

I smile at him. “What?”

“You know what?” He replies curtly.

I giggle, “Use your words, Grayson.”

He shakes his head, banding his arms around me, tackling me to the bed.

“You’re such a smartass you know that?”

“Yup,” I smile. “And I also know that now we’re both wearing your cum, and in my bed. Good idea, dumbass.” I roll my eyes, hiding my smile behind faux anger.

“Oh, how terribly sorry. I didn’t think you’d care so much after I literally covered in it. Besides, this isn’t your bed, sweet girl?”

I tilt my head in confusion. “It’s not.”

“Nope,” he says, a blank expression on his face. “You’re being evicted.”

My stomach drops. “Oh.”

“Yeah. You’re upgrading to my bed.” He smacks my thigh, sitting up. “Come on. We have a shower to take, pizza to order, movies to watch, and cuddles to do.”

I stare after him as he walks out of the room, butt ass naked, whistling softly through the living room.

Staying the few extra days wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Maybe I’ll stay awhile longer.

Dahlia

The energy inside this old building is fucking crazy. I never knew there was this side of East End. Hundreds of people crowd around the makeshift ring in the center of the room. Patrons are yelling, laughing, cheering as the two guys in the middle of the room are wailing on each other. Blood flies across the stone floor painting a mosaic in crimson.

Grayson stands beside me, bouncing on the balls of his feet. I’ve not never seen him this amped up before. It’s…kind of weirdly adorable. He’s wearing a gray zipped up hoodie and basketball shorts with manic sort of light in his eyes.

“Okay, killer. So, plan. You’re going to make it a good fucking fight. Alright?” Alex lifts his brow. “Not like last time. We need you to stay in that ring as long as humanly possible for this to go right. That, and I may or may not have bet two hundred bucks on this going to the last round. So…” He shrugs.

I bark out a laugh, shaking my head. “That’s funny.” But Alex just gives me a dead stare.

“You aren’t serious right now. Two hundred dollars?! How do you know it’ll even last that long,” I grimace, “Sorry, Grays, not to be rude, but you could get your ass kicked.”

He smirks at me, and Alex laughs. “Just you wait, darling. Grays, locker room.” Alex ushers Grayson through the crowd toward the back where a hallway opens into what I assume is the locker room.

I stand among the sea of people, bodies crashing into me as they move around getting drinks, meeting up with friends, and surging closer to the ring to have a better view.

“What do you think?” Henry sidles up to me. He leans in close so I can hear over the outrageous noise.

“I think this is fucking insane.”

A satisfied, smug expression crosses his face. “That’s the point.” He walks off, disappearing through the hazy lights.