Chapter Ten

Bailey

M y tequila hangover was worse than I'd anticipated. But I needed to let loose. And after telling Maureen everything about my life, I felt lighter and freer than ever. It was as if a weight had been lifted and no amount of dehydration or nausea was going to ruin that.

I took a deep breath and headed inside Wickford Mansion. I didn't know what I was expecting to find, but seeing Grim and Saint sitting in the foyer was not it.

I glanced around waiting for Poe or that psycho Raine to come barreling out, but neither of them appeared.

"Hi," I murmured.

They both stared at me like they'd seen a ghost. The irony of that thought was not lost on me.

I threw my keys on the foyer table and dropped my bag on the floor. "I told Maureen everything. We drank too much, stayed up too late, and I feel like shit. But I'm happy to be home."

Saint rose from his chair and rushed me. He threw his arms around my waist and hugged me to him. "I'm sorry I didn't see you off, Bailey. It was selfish of me." He pulled away and looked down at me with so much sadness in his eyes, it physically hurt my chest. "I'm happy you had a night away with Maureen. Do you feel better now that you've told her?"

A huge smile took over my face. "I should have done it sooner. You were right. She loves me and there was no judgment there."

He hugged me again. "We have a lot to talk about, but it can wait till later. You look like you could use a hot shower and some rest."

I looked past him to Grim, who hadn't budged from his chair. "Wanna walk me to the kitchen? I need water and a sandwich."

Saint kissed me on the forehead. "I'll leave you two to it then."

Grim grabbed my hand as I passed by him. "Just come to my room when you're done."

I nodded, my belly fluttering. He was so hard to read. I couldn't tell if he was relieved to see me or still pissed that I'd left.

With still no sign of Poe or Raine, I devoured my turkey sandwich and sucked down three big glasses of water. My headache was starting to go away, so I summoned up all the nerve I had and made my way to Grim's room.

Grim leaned against the doorway. Barefoot, and wearing only a pair of jeans with the top button undone, he was fucking beautiful. I sucked in a sharp breath as I gazed over his tattoos, the way the black and gray ink swirled over every inch of his muscular frame. My mouth watered as I continued up, following the lines of his chest to his sharp jaw and full lips. Moisture pooled between my legs as I met his eyes, blue like the base of a flame, fiery like the flame itself .

He terrified me and yet stirred a deep ache in my loins at the same time.

No matter how much time had passed, or how many nights we'd fucked each other, this man could unnerve me and hold me in place with just one look. He was rough and brutal and dominant. Thinking back to that first night when he rubbed himself raw… the way he squeezed my throat, dripping his cum all over me… my clit tingled.

"See something you like, little fox?" he rasped as he glared down at me.

"You're still angry, aren't you?" I asked, my fingers trembling against the doorframe.

I knew the vile things Grim could do to me. I'd dreamed about them. Craved them. And I wasn't even ashamed to admit that sometimes I defied him on purpose. I needed his viciousness like a drug.

He dipped his fingers below my waistline and tugged the hem of my jeans, pulling me flush against him. The scent of smoke and soap and cloves enveloped me. I breathed it in deeply, welcoming it like it was my only salvation.

"Little fox… I'm angry about so many things right now. And I just want to take them all out on you."

I swallowed hard. "Are you going to punish me for leaving?"

My heart fluttered as he closed the door behind us and slammed me back against it. "You have no idea the disgusting things I want to do to you."

A breath caught in my throat. "And what if I run again?" I liked these sick little games too much. We both knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"I've got you cornered, little fox. Nowhere to run ." He pulled the strap of my tank top down, exposing my left breast.

My breath hitched. "Maybe I'll scream."

Grim worked the strap off my other shoulder until both hung around my elbows. He towered over me, gazing down at my swollen nipples. "Oh, I'm going to make you fucking scream all right. Your throat will ache so bad the only thing you'll be able to swallow for the next week is my cum."

I shivered as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. The muscles in his forearms flexed, the veins protruding like chiseled stone. I wanted to drag my tongue across each one. Wanted to lick the salt from his skin like a cat.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, Bailey?"

I whimpered as he dipped a finger inside my panties. He dragged it up and down my wet slit. I tried to clench around him. To trap his finger there so my pussy could feast on it. " Grim, quit teasing me ," I breathed.

He wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed. "Answer me, Bailey. Are you going to be good for me?"

I pushed out my hips, urging his finger in deeper. "Yes. Always ."

He drew his finger out of my aching cunt and then shoved it back in with a hard jerk. I stumbled back, my knees buckling. He held me up by my throat, pinning me against the door. "I'm going to punish you for taking so long to answer."

I snaked my hands across his bare chest, tracing his tattoos with my fingers. His breath hitched as I dragged my nails over the perfectly carved lines in his abdomen. "Promise?"

He shoved a second finger inside my pussy with such force it almost knocked the wind out of me. Or maybe it was his hand around my throat squeezing the air out of my lungs. Either way, I didn't want him to stop. "I'm going to hurt you so good, little fox."

I moaned as he added a third finger. It was getting harder to breathe inside his grip. But with each sip of air I worked to inhale, the tingling in my pussy intensified. It was like walking on a tightrope without a balance bar… or even a net. Like I was teetering somewhere in between heaven and hell. One more step and it could be the death of me .

And Grim knew exactly what he was doing.

A deep spasm spread between my folds. I clenched around his fingers, twitching as my orgasm began to climb. I closed my eyes and chased it.

Without warning he released his grip on both my neck and my cunt. "Not yet, dirty girl. You're gonna have to work for it tonight."

I let out a frustrated cry. " Grim, " I whined. " Fuck ."

The most mischievous smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. "The brattier you are, the more I want to pry your pouty lips apart with my cock."

I panted against the door, my throat still scratchy and dry. "Do you want to hear me beg for it?"

Grim fisted my hair in his hand and pushed me down to the floor. "Only if you're on your knees."

Fuck this was hot. I loved the way he pushed me around, taking from me whatever he wanted. I kneeled in front of him and sucked on my lower lip. " Please, Grim ."

His eyes blazed with a sadistic hunger. He sat on the edge of his bed and patted his thigh. "Take off your soiled panties and crawl to me."

I couldn't get my jeans off fast enough. Once I was completely bare-assed, I charted my path to him, stalking on all fours with nothing but a thin tank top hanging from my arms. My nipples pebbled as he watched me crawl to him like a trained animal.

As I reached him, he fisted my hair again in his hand, tugging my head back so I had to look up at him. "That's a good fucking girl."

His praise sent another wave of tingles to my core. He pulled my top all the way down to my waist and tied it in a knot behind my back, trapping my arms inside.

"Do you like taking away my freedom?" I cooed.

Grim pulled the strands of my hair tight between his fingers. He leaned over and yanked my head toward his. " I am your fucking freedom, baby girl. "

He eyed my wet lips for a split second before covering them with his own. His tongue darted past mine with a vengeance. He sucked and scraped at my lips like he was out for blood. Like he was starving for human flesh. And he was.

I moaned into his kiss, arching my back to angle him in deeper. He fumbled with his own pants as we crushed our mouths harder together, bruising our lips. He unzipped them with one hand and pulled out his smooth, hard cock.

As our lips broke free from each other, he leaned back, his hand still tangled in my hair. He fisted his cock with his free hand. "I know you're thirsty, little fox. You're going to swallow every drop, aren't you?"

Cream leaked out of my pussy and slid down my thighs. I licked my lips before wrapping them around his swollen tip. Grim was not gentle with me so I wouldn't be with him. I took in the length of him at once, lightly scraping my teeth against his ridges as I worked my mouth down to the base of him.

He shuddered and moaned. "Ohhh, such a good girl. Yeah, fuck. Just like that."

I sucked him like a popsicle, twirling my tongue around his tip every time I pulled up. He might be a spirit trapped between heaven and hell, but his cock was pure flesh and blood, pulsing in my mouth like a heart jacked up on cocaine.

He pinched my chin hard between his fingers. " Drink , little fox."

My eyes teared up as he shoved his cock all the way to the back of my throat. A riotous moan erupted from him as he thrust hard and fast between my lips. I could barely breathe, but I didn't want him to stop.

He twisted and turned in circles, grinding against my mouth as his cum filled me. I fought the urge to gag as it rushed down my throat, breathing through my nose so I wouldn't choke.

"Oh, you're taking it so good. So. Fucking. Good." He gripped the back of my head, holding me in place, as he rode out his orgasm. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he unloaded every drop.

After a few more grunts and moans, he pulled out. I coughed as I struggled to regain my breath. But before I could take another one, his hand was around my throat again.

He squeezed hard. "Don't ever fucking walk out on me again when you're pissed off."

I glared up at him. "You walked away angry first."

His grip loosened as he pulled me onto his lap. "It won't ever happen again."

I wriggled out of my tank top and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Is that your idea of an apology?"

"No, this is." He lifted me up and threw me onto his bed. My breath hitched as he shoved my legs apart, spread my pussy open, and ran his tongue up the length of my slit.

I moaned, shivering as he licked and sucked. "Oh, fuck. Grim … apology… accepted."

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good. I'm going to fuck you with my greedy tongue."

I arched my back, my hips rolling, as he shoved his tongue all the way in. His soft, thick lips nipped at my flesh as his tongue slid in and out.

I cried out, panting, stars blurring my vision with each agonizing thrust. With each slippery glide of his rough tongue. "Shit. Grim. I'm going to cum. Fuck."

He ground his mouth against my pussy, while pressing down hard on my clit with his thumb. He rubbed back and forth, sucking, kissing, nibbling, and flicking.

I was practically levitating off the bed.

My pussy spasmed from deep within, my adrenaline spiking, as tingles spread out from my core and took hold of every muscle in my body. I clenched around him, screaming. " Fuuck, Grim. "

He pulled out and dragged the tip of his tongue up and down my length as I gave in to my orgasm. "Good girl. So fucking hot for me."

I convulsed against his mouth, rocking my hips up and down as the pressure released.

"I love watching you cum. Your bare pussy all slick and swollen for me."

I took deep breaths in the aftermath, my core still spasming. I started to pull my legs together, but he knocked them back open. "No. Not yet. Just lay there spread open for me."

I watched him, watching me. For almost two hours, I lay there naked and sprawled with Grim nestled between my legs. He didn't have to touch me to turn me on. Just seeing him gaze hungrily at my pussy as if it were his last meal, was enough to send my heart racing and my juices flowing.

We both had been angry, but this was where I belonged. With him, Poe, and Saint. Even if we still weren't ready to divulge all our secrets.