Page 27 of Lost to Thievery
“How does he do it, anyway? Is he some kind of boy genius?”
I let my head fall forward, staring at my hands in my lap.
“You’re too smart for your own good,” I huffed in indignation as Grayson won again, taking my king in just ten moves. I was good at chess, but compared to him, I looked and felt like a child.
“Be honest, darling. You love how smart I am.” He grinned smugly, pulling me onto his lap, making me straddle him. He’d been watching me with patient adoration as I glared at the chess board for too long in between moves, determined not to lose to him again.
It had been a cold, rainy day in Paris, so we stayed in Grayson’s apartment the whole day, huddled in front of the fireplace on a plush blanket.
“I hate losing to you in every single match,” I bristled. We’d been at it for hours—me demanding a rematch each time he beat me, refusing to accept defeat.
“And I love how tenacious you are, Princess. You’re a remarkably sore loser, you know that?” He bit at my jaw with a chuckle.
“And you’re a smug fucking asshole.”
“Hmm,” he hummed in my ear, making my heartrate pick up. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
I pushed away from him in frustration, but he didn’t let me go too far. And secretly, I loved how he held on to me, refusing to let me out of his arms.
I glared at him. “You must have been tested as a kid or something. So just tell me already. What’s your IQ?”
He rolled his eyes at me. “Those tests are stupid.”
“Just tell me,” I huffed frustratedly.
He glared back at me, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. I was his so completely, and he was mine, but a look like that always made me feel a little uneasy.
“176.”
My mouth fell open. “Well, shit. And here you are using your gift to rob people, instead of solving world hunger.”
Grayson laughed like I’d told the most absurd joke. “I’d have to care about people to dothat, little witch.”
I frowned. “So you don’t care? What about your family? What about me?” I questioned.
Grayson’s smile turned dark. “You, Princess?” He pulled a button on my shirt free, exposing some of my cleavage. “For you I’d carve out every single last heart on this earth and lay them before your feet. Just say the word.” He popped another few buttons open while my heart sputtered in delight. It was wrong, so wrong, but I melted at his words.
“Well, I’m no mathematician, but is that even possible?” I challenged while his lips brushed against my breast. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.
“If an exquisite thing like you chose to love a vile being like me, then nothing is impossible. All laws of the universe don’t apply anymore.”
I took his face in my hands, softly rubbing my nose against his. “There is nothing vile about you, Gray.”
“You won’t say that if you could hear my thoughts right now,” he whispered against my lips.
“Then let me hear them.”
He hummed lowly. My inner thighs clenched involuntarily at the sound. “I’m thinking of strapping you down on our bed and punish you with so much pleasure that it turns to pain. And when you’re crying and begging me to stop, Princess, I’m going to turn you over and wreck your asshole with my cock. Then I’m going to carve my name in your ass cheek while I’m doing it, using your own blood as fucking lube. And that would be just the start, if I had my way, darling. I still fucking yearn to punish you for daring to be this close to Anderson. It’s all I can think about.” His hand had snaked into my hair, holding me painfully in place.
“You’re right. That is vile,” I purred, rolling my hips against his erection. I was shaking with excitement and want. He could go from sweet Grayson to insane Grayson in seconds and I loved all of it.
He moaned and ripped my panties off me. “Sometimes I question your sanity,” he murmured, lust oozing from his voice as he thrusted into me.
I gasped at the intrusion, a wave of pleasure shooting through my body, leaving a wake of goosebumps over my skin. “Then you should think less, baby, and fuck me harder.”
Grayson gave a throaty laugh that skittered down my spine in warning. “You want hard?”
I was pinned on my stomach beneath his massive body, before I could blink twice. He pulled my arms straight out in front of me, then tied my wrists together with my torn panties.
