My heartbeat like a damn drum.
“Grayson, our parents are right below us.” I whisper looking behind me.
He smirks, “You didn’t seem to care when you blew me.” He challenges me as I let my mouth curve into a smile.
He pulls out his dick, gathering my dress up he grips the waist band of my thong, “Mine.” He whispers before slapping my ass.
I was fucking lucky that his house was a damn mansion, one fucking moan from me, I would be staring at Silas Prince’s face looking up at me.
“One look up and they can see me!” I look behind me at Grayson who ripped a condom wrapper with his mouth, fitting it in his long and thick dick. I pondered on how the fuck I fit all of it in my mouth.
“Then they’re going to get a fucking show.” He pulls me closer to him, my bare ass flushed against his crotch. He pulls me up against him, popping my boobs out of my dress he pinches both of my nipples making groan.
“Fuck.” My gaze darts down underneath us as he sucks on my neck, “Grayson…” I protest as he kisses my lips, silencing me, he smiles against my lips.
He rubs my pussy, and I reward him with a throaty groan, his hands grabbing my handful of boobs. I often wondered if he liked the look of my body, whether I was too small for him, or too big, I was always insecure. But he caressed me, “I love your tits.” He kisses my throat.
Without warning, Grayson slides his dick inside me, making me groan and jolt for a moment. He halts mid thrust I panic, “Don’t stop please—” I plead as he continues with a slow pace.
My breathy moans and his solid thrusts empty my brain from any problems in the horizon.
He was holding back, and I had no idea why, I fix the problem by thrusting my ass back as he thrust forward, making us both moan in unison, he falls forward. I wanted him balls deep inside me and fucking me mindlessly. I brace my hands on the balcony rail.
He grunts, thrusting himself I moan, “Harder.” I instruct as he trusts so hard, I inched forward, “Faster.” I add on.
“I hope you feel this for days, Dove.” He whispers in my ear as he continues.
I jacked forward and so hard that I almost fell but I caught myself, he was rocking my damn world I was struggling to keep it all in.
My body betrays me by squeezing his dick inside, I was convulsing. My eyes rolling to the back of my damn head. My mouth falls, not really sure if I was dreaming.
He felt so fucking good I wanted him to devour all of me. I looked back at his face which looked like he was lost for words, his heavenly expression made me even wetter if it was possible.
Grayson fucking owned me body and damn soul. But I wasn’t mad about it.
“That’s it, Dove.” He pushes my hair away from my face, tangling his fingers in my locks and pulling back. He kisses me, our tongues dancing around each other.
He moves his mouth from my lips to my damn neck. He’s still fucking me with full force and speed. He wasn’t getting tired anytime soon. He was hammering me as I was levitating to heaven.
His hand gripping my waist, his fingerprints meant to be permanently there forever. His hand on my hair releases. There he goes again as he lays it flat on my stomach, feeling him with every thrust entering me.
He finds a perfect rhythm, “You feel like heaven.” He moans as I only breath out, gripping the railing so hard I was amazed it didn’t break. I tried not to come until he was ready.
“Yes! Please Grayson—right there—” I cried out loud, making sure it wasn’t so loud that it captures our family’s attention.
“Louder baby.” He groans.
I knock my head forward, “Fuck Grayson!”
He trusts faster, “That’s right baby, I’m the one fucking you.”
“Not Brooks.”
Thrust.
“Not Anthony.”
Thrust.
“Just.” He thrust harder and faster I begin to tear up from how good it felt, “Fucking.”
“Me.”
I moan, my hand over my lips, stopping me from moaning louder than I should.
I couldn’t help but moan his name, I could feel juice dripping down my inside thigh.
I felt embarrassed, “Fuck Grayson.”
I look back as he smirks, “Good girl, coming hard for me.” His hand reaches for my throat, groaning I look forward.
“ Grayson, fuck—”
“That’s right baby… moan my name, let them know I’m the only one you want to fuck you from behind.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I tremble as he rams into me deeper. His balls slap my ass, my tight pussy stretching as his cock molded me inside and out. Tears run down my eyes, as I squeeze him like a damn vice.
Our bodies bang against each other, I felt him everywhere around my body. My senses filled him. I didn’t care if we were above my father and his family fucking. He was mine right now and that’s all that mattered.
I groan looking back, pure satisfaction in his eyes. I loved Grayson.
I wasn’t sure if I was ready for him to know that, even if I knew he saw it in my eyes.
He turns me around, walking closer as my lips envelope in top of his, “That was—” I smile, rubbing my nose on his, “I kind of made a mess.” I signal to what was trickling down my leg.
He grins at me, leisurely, “It’s normal, Dove.”
“Are you sure?” I say with concern as he looks at me kneeling down, taking his tongue, lapping it over my juices that dripped down from my leg. His tongue dragged from the inside of my knees to the inside of my thighs.
The final destination he laps his tongue on my pussy making me knock my head back with a groan.
“Normal.” He looks up, meeting my eyes, “And fucking sweet.” My cheeks red as I kiss him, flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and heavenly eyes.
He looked beautiful. He looked like a damn devil in disguise. He fixes my dress, my hair and my make up once again.
I look at him like I’ve been deprived of oxygen and inhaled him like he was a source of life.
He leaned in carefully; I didn’t feel the need to pull back or take a step back anymore. He breathes and I don’t. Though our hearts beat together in unison. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. My fingers felt light and empty.
I always believed it when I heard…
The Devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and with a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel and he used to be God’s favorite.
I wasn’t claiming that I was God in any way… but Grayson Prince was my favorite angel that wouldn’t change, and I wasn’t going to let him fall.
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Grayson and I got fixed up quickly walking down the stairs, my father looking at me with question, Grayson’s brothers looking at him up and down with smirks in their faces.
I sat down, suddenly famished from the previous sexual activity.
“So, Grayson, are you taking over your father’s business then?” My father asks as I look at Grayson’s face changed from being neutral to disappointed.
“Yeah, that’s the plan.” He says plainly while looking over to his father, a first smile that I’ve ever seen on Silas’ face.
He was in a better mood and suddenly I felt as if he was going to ruin everyone else’s day, “Yes. The plan is that he drops hockey because he belongs in the business world and have a great wife like his ex-girlfriend that won’t betray him.” He points out as I jolt in my seat.
“Silas!” Sara yells as Silas smiles at her, “It’s the truth, August could be trusted.”
“She doesn’t have health or mental problems. She won’t be able to pass it down to future children.”
Grayson’s face turned feral, “Please do not speak as if Adrianna is not here.” I felt my body freeze and my mind going blank.
How did he know about my health problems or my overdose? “You have no right to speak about my daughter.” My dad stands with irritation, I felt tears pool around my sockets.
I didn’t need to blink for tears to fall. I wasn’t ready to hear out loud that I did have problems, especially from Silas Prince.
I look at Grayson who wasn’t really sure what to do. I don’t blame him.
I, myself, didn’t know how to react, I looked at my father for guidance.
I never would.
“I had a private investigator track her every Tuesday.” Phillip continued as I felt air leave my body.
“She’s with me.” Sara answers. It was true but I was with my therapist first.
“She goes to a weekly therapist first which she failed to mention to Grayson, did she?” He stands, “Did you plan on telling my son that you have mental problems?”
I stayed silent. My heart dropping to my damn stomach, “Why did I think coming to this dinner was a good idea?”
He walks up next to me, leading me to get up and walk out of the door, Grayson follows, “Don’t fucking expect her to even come back to this house.” My father yells as I look down to Amelia’s eyes which filled with tears.
She runs over to me, sobbing. She wraps her arms around me, not wanting to let go as her brothers pull her away from me like I was some type of virus.
“You two cannot be together.” Phillip yells, “I simply will not allow it.”
My father looks at me and Grayson with a restrained face, “Adrianna. I ask you for one fucking thing and that is to never fucking speak to Grayson ever again.”
He screams, “I will ship you to Switzerland!”
Tears stream down my face. “She’s not going anywhere,” Grayson retorts, standing his ground against my father. My father may not be as big as Grayson, but he’s strong, and right now, he’s furious.
My father storms up to Grayson, who refuses to back down. Grabbing Grayson by the throat, he slams him against the wall. My whole body tenses. “Dad, let go of Grayson!”
“First, his family disrespects my wife,” he growls, “then they disrespect my daughter.”
“Dad—”
“Adrianna, stay out of this.”
Grayson looks at me. “Baby, it’s okay,” he murmurs, and I bite my lip, torn.
My father’s gaze burns into Grayson’s. “You will not speak to my daughter. You will not touch my daughter. You will stay the hell away from Adrianna.”
“That’s not your decision to make!” I shout.
Grayson struggles to free himself. “I won’t,” he says, his face flushed, his heart pounding.
Silas Prince steps in, pulling Grayson to his side as my father yanks me away.
My father turns to me. “Listen to me, just this once,” he pleads as I push against his chest, glancing back to see Grayson watching me.
“How dare you think you can just take Grayson away from me like that?” I scream at him.
He laughs coldly. “Adrianna, grow up! It’s never going to happen. I could ask you to choose between me and his family, but it seems even the head of their household doesn’t want you to be a part of their family.”
He drags me into the house, my body trembling as I bolt up to my room. I hear my father barking orders to the housekeepers and guards to keep me inside. My sobs only grow louder.
I could always run away. But then he barges into my bedroom. “Give me your phone,” he demands. I throw it at him.
“I’m doing this for your own good,” he insists, staring at me. “Grayson doesn’t care about you. He only wants to defy his family, and once he’s done, he’ll be done with you too. You’ll thank me later.”
I pull the sheets over my head, wishing I could talk to someone.
Margo, Verina, and Juliette have no idea what’s happening.
I was hoping everything was just a terrible dream, the voices in my head came back screaming more than ever. It was like I was trapped in a dark hole, and I was getting buried alive.
I couldn’t ask for help because no one would help me. No one could.
