Torture.
I know what he’s doing, but I can’t fight back.
More.
The word burned my lips.
“What—” I broke off as Grayson’s finger pushed deeper inside my ass. I swallowed a choked groan, dizzy with the desire to give in. The ruthless gleam in his eyes said he knew it.
But that ruthless gleam also said he had a secret.
I shoved him off.
His shoulders heaved with the effort of breathing, jaw sharper with his clench.
Restrained—barely.
I rubbed my forehead, hot. “W-what do you mean I’m not going back?”
He worked his jaw. “We’re done. You’re not going back to him. We’re doing this my way.”
I opened and closed my mouth, no words coming out.
After a moment, I finally managed, “What happened? What changed?”
“I told you I wouldn’t put my faith in fairy tales.”
“Your child,” I attempted. “Your family. You’re not thinking clearly.”
He slammed his hands on either side of me. “Of course I’m not thinking clearly; you’re surrounded by monsters!”
I could feel the wrinkle in my brow deepen. “Nothing has changed. You’d still be leaving your child. Your family—”
“Everything has changed!” He yelled so loud it seemed to silence the very waves.
There it was again…the darkness.
The shadow clinging to his soul.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I whispered.
He looked away, and when he looked back, his eyes were stone. “They aren’t worth it. They never were.”
He was lying.
Why was he lying?
“You said you would wait for me, were you lying?”
He gripped my cheeks, thumbs bruising. “I will wait decades.”
“Then let me be Atlas for a while and let him think I’m his mistress.”
His eyes darkened to black. “No. I’ll kill him before I let you sleep in his bed again.”
What?
With his hands still on either side of me, I threaded mine through his silky rose gold locks, pushing it up over his head so I could see his eyes