Chapter 67: Chapter Sixty-seven

Bella

A strangled scream tore from my lips as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal, angry thrust.

The angle was devastating. My head hung off the roof, blood rushing to it, while Gray fucked me like he hated me. Like he loved me. Like he would rather break me than let anyone take me away.

“Fuck—” he snarled, pounding into me with vicious, deep strokes that jolted my entire body. “This is what unhinged looks like. This is called savage fucking, and I know you love it as much as I do, Red.”

Every savage thrust pushed me closer to the edge. Literally. My head spun from the height, the lack of oxygen, and the overwhelming pleasure ripping through me.

His grip on my throat tightened, stars exploding behind my eyes as he used my body without mercy.

“You feel how wet you are for this?” he growled, his hips snapping harder, his cock hitting a spot that made my toes curl. “Even when I could let you fall, you’re creaming all over my dick like a good little slut.”

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. Pleasure and fear twisted into something addictive and terrifying.

I was dangling off a roof while my stepbrother fucked me raw, without any kind of protection apart from the contraceptive pills I took regularly, and I had never felt more alive.

Gray leaned over me, his eyes black with rage and obsession, never slowing his brutal rhythm.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, squeezing my throat harder as he drove deeper. “Tell me right now, while you’re hanging off the fucking roof with my cock unraveling you.”

My vision blurred. The edge was right there. And I was about to fall, in every possible way.

He loosened his grip on my throat just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath.

“I’m yours,” I gasped, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes and sliding into my hair. “I’m yours, Gray. Only yours.”

For a second, the Gray I knew came back, relieved, desperate, and completely obsessed.

“Fuck. That’s my girl.”

He slammed back into me with renewed brutality, driving so deep I saw stars. My head hung completely off the roof now, the deadly drop only inches away, while Gray fucked me like the world was ending.

Every powerful thrust jolted my body, pushing me closer to the edge in every single way.

His hand returned to my throat, tighter this time, as he leaned over me, his eyes locked on mine with terrifying intensity.

“Say it again,” he growled, his hips snapping relentlessly.

His cock stretched and branded me with every stroke.

“Tell me who owns this pussy, Bella. You're on the fucking edge. If you don't speak, we both fall.”

“I’m yours—” I choked out, the words broken by moans and the lack of air. “Gray….. I….. I’m yours. I belong to you.”

The danger only made it hotter. The fear of falling mixed with the brutal pleasure created something addictive and sick.

My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm built like a storm ready to destroy me.

Gray’s rhythm turned punishing, almost angry, like he was trying to imprint himself inside me forever.

Skin slapped against skin. His balls smacked against me with every savage thrust. The hand not choking me gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks as he used my body without mercy.

“Look at me,” he snarled, squeezing my throat until the edges of my vision went dark. “I want to watch you come while you’re hanging off the fucking edge for me.”

The combination of his words, his cock hitting that perfect devastating spot, and the terrifying thrill of the drop sent me spiraling.

I came hard. My entire body seized, a silent scream tearing from my throat as my pussy gushed around him. My vision whited out. My legs shook uncontrollably.

I felt like I was actually falling, pleasure and fear crashing together in the most intense orgasm of my life.

Gray didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, deeper, harder, chasing his own release with a guttural groan that sounded almost pained.

“Mine,” he rasped, burying himself to the hilt as he came, filling me up with hot, thick spurts of his cum.

“Fucking mine.” For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the wind howling around us.

Gray slowly pulled me back from the edge, collapsing on top of me on the safer part of the roof, still buried deep inside me.

His hand stayed wrapped around my throat like a collar, possessive even in the aftermath.

“The next time your petty mother calls me unhinged,” he murmured against my lips, “you tell her you’ve met that side of me… and he’s really fun to fuck with.”

“Gray—” I started, but he wasn’t listening.

He rolled us safely away from the edge, yanked off his shirt, and spread it over my chest with surprising gentleness. Then, without another word, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me down the ladder himself, his strong arms steady the entire way.

The second my feet touched the balcony floor, he set me down and walked away into the shadows without looking back.

I stood there, my legs still shaking from the aftershocks of the intense orgasm he'd given me.

I pressed my thighs together, his cum slowly leaking down my thighs, wondering if I would ever get to enjoy a normal moment with Gray and actually call him mine.

Or if we were doomed to only have each other like this, in darkness, on edges, in secret.

I put on the shirt quickly, then waited several minutes before pushing open the French doors.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, my mother was already there, her arms folded over her chest. Her eyes were sharp as daggers, slicing right through me.

“Where were you?” she hissed.

“On the roof.”

Her gaze dropped, taking in Gray’s oversized shirt barely covering me and the obvious fact that I wore nothing underneath.

“Wearing his shirt and nothing else?”

“You worry about the wrong things, Mum,” I said tiredly. “There are far bigger issues to be concerned about.” Like my father who was still out there, probably planning best ways to stalk her or harm us. Who knew? He hadn't texted in a long while now. I didn't know if to relieved or worried.

“Oh, trust me,” she folded her arms tighter, “I was getting to the right things. Chris told me you’ve been a terrible influence on Gray. He thinks that’s why his son’s psychopathic tendencies have gotten worse.”

A sour laugh escaped me. If only she knew it was the other way round.

“Me? Bad influence?” I asked, pointing at my chest.

“Yes, and it's the frigging reason Chris has pushed the wedding date back. He wants to give Gray more time to adjust.”

Her lips curled in distaste. “I don’t like it, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.”

So that was why she’d tried to frame him, to remove him completely before the wedding.

She stepped closer, lowering her voice like we were co-conspirators. “I have a task for you, Bella. You will get closer to Gray. Soften his heart. Bond with him. Make him trust you like a sister so I can officially become Mrs Owens. Don’t fail me.”

I stared at her, stunned into silence.

My mother had no idea how close Gray and I already were. How deeply he’d been inside me just minutes ago. How his hand had been wrapped around my throat while I came so hard I nearly blacked out.

The irony was almost funny. Jokes on her.