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My 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?”
