Page 63 of My Sweet Poison
Greyson’s mouth fell over mine. Silencing my cry.
I raised my fists and pounded on his shoulders, but it was like hitting a brick wall.
He pressed his hips into mine as he lowered his right hand and placed it under the knee of my left leg, lifting it high. He then ground his hard length against my core. I couldn’t feel the cold bite of the wind anymore. All I could feel was him.
I broke free from his kiss. “Oh god!”
He pulled on my hair, wrenching my head back and exposing my neck. His mouth traced the exposed underside of my jawline. “God can’t help you now. You belong to me.”
CHAPTER 30
PIERCE
Ineeded to get Madison out of her wet clothes.
Though I’d rather push her against a tree and fuck her again.
Force her down to her knees in the mud.
Feel that hot mouth on my flesh.
Hear her moan as my cock slipped deeper and deeper down her throat.
The image of her like that, my come filling her mouth, flashed through my mind with every step.
Meanwhile, her teeth were chattering, and her lips were turning blue.
My plans for her certainly did not include her dying from exposure. Dammit. Angry at myself for letting it go this far, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pushed her forward.
This was not the time. I needed to get her inside where it was safe and warm…like in my bed.
Once under the canopy of dark foliage, the splatter of rain took on a hushed cadence. The storm had stifled all animal activity, leaving the lush forest a hollow shell. The stillness was unsettling, broken only by an occasional clap of thunder.Knowing she needed to warm up and get into dry clothes, I stopped and swept Madison off her feet. Then I carried her along the faintly trodden path I used as a boy.
The thought of carrying her past the mansion and walking until we found a place where no one knew my name, where I wasn’t a Worthington, and where she wasn’t a nobody to be ground beneath my ambition, had its appeal. Somewhere her life wasn’t in danger because of me. Somewhere I could be judged on my own merits and not the actions of my ancestors.
But it was impossible. Soon my hands would be as bloodstained as the ancestors I despised.
My own merit. As if I had any character left.
That my father would have been proud of the despicable things I had done left a vile taste in my mouth. This poor girl was a pawn who didn’t even know she was on the board. And I had taken her like a savage in the mud and gravel, with no thought to her comfort.
No, that wasn’t true. I saw the desire in her eyes. I felt the way her body arched against mine and the way her tight cunt squeezed my cock as she came with my name on her lips. I’d feasted on her need as if starved.
With her head on my shoulder, I risked a glance down as her soft breath caressed my neck.
Her midnight black hair clung to the hollows of her cheeks as it fell, wet and straight, over her shoulders. Her usually vivid sapphire eyes had taken on a faded denim color in their sadness. The only spot of true color in her pale complexion was her bright red lips, which were plump and slightly swollen from my heartless kiss.
I had done this. I had drained the blush from her cheeks.
She wouldn’t be the first person sacrificed for the good of our family’s fortune, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last. But she may have been the one least likely to ever escape my grasp.
Through the turmoil of the raging thunderstorm, two hulking wolfhounds broke through the forest gloom, their wiry fur bristling along their backs. Their mouths opened with fangs bared, low, rumbling growls emanating from both.
Madison screamed. Her body stiffened while she wrapped her arms tighter around my neck.
Raising my voice above the din, I commanded, “Lucifer. Hades. Heel.”
The massive dogs immediately ceased barking and sat back on their haunches, waiting for my next command.
