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“My father took me out to the woods one day. I didn’t know why, and I was so confused as to why he was punishing me because I hadn’t done anything wrong. When we got out there, there was a man chained to a tree, beaten almost unconscious. My father told me this one was mine.”
Lainey’s hands still on my chest. “No... No.”
I nod in shame. “I killed for the first time at the age of fourteen. I stabbed my father’s knife right into the man’s stomach while he begged for his life.” I remember it like it was just yesterday—every single frame of that memory is etched into my brain.
It was the day I lost what remained of my innocence, and transformed into the devil. My father got his wish that day.
The thought of my father and his evil ways fills my bones with rage. Talking about him is not what I want to be doing right now. I want to finish this conversation and get back to where we were, before she saw my scars.
“Oh my god. You were just a kid, Greyson. Why did he want the man dead?”
“He was one of my father’s goons, one of the ones who actually took the girls. Apparently, he didn’t meet his quota that month.”
Killing was always my father’s first choice. It didn’t matter what they did, who they were, or if they had a family. If he wanted them dead, then dead they would be.
“That’s terrible... You told me the other day that you killed your father. What happened? How did you… How did you do it?”
I know she means well, but I can’t fucking do this anymore. I try so hard to forget that man, and this conversation is just bringing all the shit back to the surface. It’s clawing beneath my skin, trying to break free, but I need it to stay buried. Now I need her to help me forget it.
“I’m done talking about this,” I say with a growl, causing her to flinch. She slowly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
Needing to get my frustration out, I forcefully slam my mouth to hers, anchoring her to me with my hand on the back of her head. She’s taken off guard and tries to pull back, but I won’t let her. Undecipherable moans escape her as I push her back into the desk.
Her hands find their way back to my chest, trying to push me away. I wrap my arms around her, lifting and carrying her to my bedroom. She doesn’t fight me, but her body goes stiff.
I throw her down on my bed. Her wide eyes are filled with hesitance, but also a hint of lust.
Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll take care of you.
I grab the waistband of her jeans, aggressively pulling them down. “I need you, angel. Hold on tight.”
Greyson rips my jeans clean off my body, causing a gasp to escape me. I’m confused, and at a loss for words right now. Mostly with myself.
I want Greyson so bad—desperately bad—but I’m unsure about this. I’ve never been with a man for pleasure. It’s always been a business transaction. Being with them was always for their desires, their needs—not mine. I’ve been nothing more than a sexual object for the last nine years.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take good care of you,” Greyson says, licking his bottom lip, his hungry gaze on my soaked panties. Truth be told, they were already wet when we were making out, but they’re dripping since he took control. His grip tightens on my hips, hard enough to bruise.
“Greyson, we shouldn’t...” I’m going to regret saying that, because I need him inside me, but I feel so damn nervous. I actually care about him, and I’ll be shattered if it’s not good for both of us.
Shit, I’m not ready for this. I can’t do this.My body is begging for him, but I’m paralyzed with fear, anxiety, and nerves.
“Sit up,” he commands in a booming voice.
I guess he can see right through me.
My natural reaction is to listen to his demand.“Always listen to the client, or pay the price,”Harvey would say to us just about every day.
He pulls up the hem of my tank top, lifting it over my head and throwing it on the ground. He takes a step back, admiring my body like it’s an expensive painting at an art gallery. “Take off your bra.” His tone is stern, but I can hear the passion in it.
I slowly lift my gaze to meet his, which is swirling with lust, anticipation and a hint of madness. I can’t help but think I pushed him too far in the office; I should’ve noticed he was becoming uneasy the more he talked.
I narrow my eyes, stuck between flipping him the bird for being so demanding and being turned on by his need to be the alpha. Slowly, I reach my hands behind my back and unhook my bra, letting the pink straps slide down until it hits the floor. Greyson’s jaw tightens at the sight of my hard nipples. He looks like he’s trying not to break and devour them.
“Stand.” His short commands are really starting to grind on my nerves. It’s supposed to be different with him, not the same as I’ve had the past nine years.
“There’s this word called please. Ever heard of it?” I throw back at him.There’s that deflecting thing again.
His mood doesn’t waver, making me think he’s not really hearing what I’m saying, but rather is distracted by the view in front of him.
