Chapter 76 Chapter Seventy-six

Chapter 76 Chapter Seventy-six
Bella

The moment we stepped into the house, my phone pinged.

I pulled it out absentmindedly, still riding the adrenaline from the disastrous dinner. But the second I opened the message, all the blood drained from my face.

It was a picture from my father. A heartbreaking, disgusting picture of my mother in what looked like the restroom of the restaurant, with Chris’s younger brother shoving his tongue down her throat. Her hands were gripping his shirt like she couldn’t get enough.

I gagged so hard I nearly stumbled forward, almost walking straight into the French doors.

This was sick. Twisted. Disgusting. She had no freaking clue her husband was right there, watching, taking photos. It was pathetic on all counts.

Another text came in immediately. Oh God. This getting worse.

Unknown: She. Must. Pay. For. Her. Sins.

Okay, I actually wanted to agree with him on that one.

Then came the third message, and somehow, I knew it was worse than anything he’d ever sent before.

Unknown: How about I teach your stepbrother a lesson to start with? He’s messing around with my daughter and deserves to be dealt with.

My hands started trembling so violently that my phone slipped from my sweaty palms and clattered onto the marble floor.

“No…” I whispered, rubbing my clammy hands down the front of my expensive dress. I was cold, yet sweating. My heart was beating so fast it hurt.

“Bella, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” Gray’s deep voice came from behind me, full of concern.

But I couldn’t answer him. My mind was spiraling too fast. I needed it gone. The picture. The threats. The sickness twisting in my stomach. I needed to feel something else. Something real… Something that belonged only to us.

Before Gray could bend down to pick up my phone, I grabbed his belt with both hands and yanked him toward me with all the strength I had.

“Whoa, whoa, Bella,” he breathed, his eyes widening in surprise. “What are you doing?”

I looked up at him, desperation and need burning in my chest.

“I want you,” I whispered shakily. “I’m so overwhelmed right now and I just… I need you to make me feel good. I’m sorry if it sounds selfish or—”

Gray didn’t let me finish. He cupped the back of my head and his lips crashed down on mine in a hungry, possessive kiss that stole what little breath I had left. 

His hands were everywhere at once, cupping my face, sliding down my waist, gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d disappear.

Clothes started coming off right there in the foyer. My dress. His jacket. His shirt. My heels kicked somewhere across the marble floor.

Yes. This was exactly why I would always choose Gray, over and over again. He didn’t need explanations. He didn’t need the full story. He just knew.

He understood the chaos inside me and answered it with fire.

His mouth never left mine as he backed me against the wall, his hands rough and desperate, like he could erase every terrible thing I’d just seen by touching me hard enough.

The loud, unmistakable rip of my panties echoed in the foyer as Gray tore them off with one brutal tug.

My eyes flew open. “Oh my God,” I gasped, half-shocked, half-aroused. “I loved that underwear.”

Gray’s dark chuckle vibrated against my neck as he cupped my bare pussy possessively, his large, warm palm pressing against my already soaked folds.

“You’re still missing your underwear?” he murmured lazily. “Then I’m clearly not distracting you well enough, Red.”

Before I could respond, his fingers found my swollen clit, teasing it in slow, torturous circles. My knees buckled instantly. A broken moan slipped from my lips as he slid one thick finger inside me without warning, curling it perfectly against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to muffle the sounds escaping me as I rode his hand shamelessly. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his palm, chasing the pleasure only he could give me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” Gray growled against my ear, adding a second finger and pumping them deeper, faster. “You have no idea how fucking turned on I am. The noises you make, how tightly your pussy grips my fingers. You needed this, didn’t you? Needed me to fuck all the bad thoughts out of your pretty little head.”

I could only whimper in response, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rocked desperately against his hand. 

The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of me filled the foyer, mixing with my shaky moans.

Gray’s free hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were wild, burning with raw hunger and something darker.

“Look at me, Bella,” It was more of a command than a request. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you reach the edge.”

He curled his fingers inside me, stroking that perfect spot with devastating precision.

I shut my eyes, my back arching, right on the edge of shattering for him.

But he withdrew his fingers at the last second.

Before I could protest, the world spun. Gray lifted me effortlessly and threw me over his broad shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“I need to do this the right way,” he growled, one large hand gripping my bare ass to steady me. “You’re not my bootycall.

“I was about to come!” I cried out, my hair falling in front of my face like a red curtain.

He chuckled darkly, his shoulders quaking. “You will. But it has to be on my cock… and on my bed.”

In what felt like seconds, we were in his room.
Gray didn’t throw me down like I expected. 

Instead, he shocked me by laying back on the bed first and pulling me on top of him.

“Ride me, Red,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust as he gripped my hips. “Take what you need.”

I lifted my hips, positioned myself over his thick, throbbing cock, and sank down slowly.

The stretch was intense. I let out a shocked gasp as he filled me completely, every inch dragging against my sensitive walls.

Gray groaned deeply, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck… so tight. So perfect.”

He lifted his waist and began firing powerful thrusts up into me, meeting every downward motion of my hips. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies colliding filled the room as he fucked me from below, deep and relentless.

“Keep your eyes open,” he commanded roughly. “That’s it. Look at me while I’m inside you.”

For some weird reason, my gaze wandered.

On his study desk, barely visible in the dim light, was a photo of me.

It was from over a year ago, Nina and I at a friend’s birthday party. I was drunk, smiling wide, wearing a pink top with the wavy curls I’d styled my hair into that night.

I remembered that pink top….

Gray couldn’t have that picture… unless… He’d been stalking me long before he even knew we’d become stepsiblings.

My breath hitched. My movements faltered as the realization crashed over me.

Gray noticed immediately.

His hand shot up, gripping my jaw and forcing my eyes back to his.

“Eyes on me,” he growled, thrusting up harder, deeper, as if daring me to look away again. “Don’t you dare stop riding me now, Bella.”

But I stopped and got down, crawling away quickly and heading for the picture.

I snatched it off the table, and plenty more fell out from the folded brown paper I didn't notice earlier.

More pictures of me, from way back, before my mother even met Chris.

Gray didn't just start stalking me because he found out I'd be his step sister. He'd been stalking way before that.