Chapter 82 Chapter Eighty-two

Chapter 82 Chapter Eighty-two
Bella

Gray was speeding like the devil himself was chasing us. I huddled in the back seat, arms wrapped tightly around myself, muttering silent prayers under my breath.

Every sharp turn made my heart jump into my throat. He wasn’t just driving, he was punishing the road, and I was terrified he was no longer in his right mind.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I cried out.

“Gray, please slow down!”

“Oh, now she remembers how to speak,” he replied, his voice dripping with bitter sarcasm.

I leaned forward between the seats. “Excuse me? You lifted me off the floor and threw me in your car. What am I supposed to say to you?”

Without warning, Gray swerved the car hard to the right and slammed on the brakes, parking so aggressively the tires screeched in protest. 

Oh, poor tires. Before I could react, he killed the engine, climbed out, and yanked open the back door.

I quickly scooted to the opposite side, but it was useless. He slid in anyway, forcing me into a corner. In one fluid, powerful motion, he dragged me by the ankles until I was underneath him. 

He pushed my hands above my head, pinning them there with one large hand while his muscular thighs caged me on both sides.

He was breathing hard, and I felt each breath on my lips. His eyes were the darkest I'd ever seen them. He looked wrecked, just as I was.

Our messy almost-breakup was eating him alive, just like it was destroying me.

“You were just going to let Dylan stab you?” he snarled, his face inches from mine. “Where the fuck are your self-preservation instincts, Bella?”

I stared up at him, completely aware of my braless tits in my tiny top. I hoped he wouldn't notice, but all it would take was one deep exhale and my nipples would rub against his chest.

“My best friend put herself in front of me to protect me. I couldn’t just run and leave her there!”

Gray’s grip on my wrists tightened. He probably thought I'd fight to get away from him. He didn't know how weak and exhausted I was.

He pressed his face down so our noses were touching. I forgot how to breathe entirely

“You think I would’ve let anything happen to Nina?” he growled. “I knocked that bastard down before he could touch either of you. But you… you just stood there like you had a fucking death wish.”

His thighs pressed harder against my hips, caging me completely. The heat of his body, the intensity in his eyes, the way he was looking at me like I was both his greatest weakness and his only salvation, it made my pulse thunder.

“You know what?” He bit out. “Fuck that message. And fuck our parents. Fuck Underwood, too.” Then his mouth was on me.

He crashed his lips against mine in a kiss so violent it stole the air from my lungs. There was no tenderness or hesitation from Gray.

He was taking what he knew I'd give him and he was confident about it. His tongue invaded my mouth like he was punishing me for every word I’d sent him. 

I kissed him back just as fiercely, biting his lip hard enough to draw a growl from deep in his chest. Gray ripped my top up roughly, exposing my breasts. 

He didn’t even bother taking it off completely, he just shoved it up and latched onto my nipple, sucking hard while his hand roughly kneaded the other. 

The wet heat of his mouth combined with the sting of his teeth made me cry out.

“Graaaaay,” I begged, twisting beneath him. 

He responded by sucking harder and dragging with his teeth. 

I gasped when he spanked my breasts. The spank was so hard it echoed and I cried out.

In one smooth motion, he shoved my shorts and panties down my thighs, not even bothering to take them off completely. 

They caught around one ankle as he freed his cock and slammed into me in a single, savage thrust. 

I held my breath, to adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full.

The stretch was intense, almost too much, but also so fucking good. He buried himself to the hilt, groaning against my neck as my walls clenched around him.

“Bella, open your eyes. I need to look into your eyes while I'm doing this.” He grunted, his lips going to my neck and sucking.

The sensation was heady, I fought to keep my eyes open, to look into his grey eyes too.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard and deep, his hips snapping with punishing force. The car rocked with every thrust. 

“Yes, right there. Ah yes, oh my God! Yesssss, so good!!” My voice was hoarse with need and pleasure.

When I looked down, I saw my stomach moving with each thrust, could trace him moving in and out of me.

My back scraped against the seat as he drove into me again and again, one hand pinning my wrists above my head while the other gripped my thigh, spreading me wider.

“Right here?” He rolled his hips, and I felt myself falling. Gray's fucking skills needed to be investigated.

“Yes, therrrre! Ahhh!” There was nothing to grab onto when his thrusts turned hard and fast.

“Say it again,” he demanded, pounding into me mercilessly. “Tell me we’re over while I’m balls-deep inside you.”

I couldn’t. All I could do was moan brokenly, my legs tightening around his waist, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

Gray leaned down and bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed it with his tongue. 

That was going to leave a hickey, surely.

“You blocked me,” he snarled, anger and hurt bleeding into every thrust. “You really thought you could just walk away from this?”

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, from pleasure, from pain, from how overwhelming it all felt.

“I hate you,” I sobbed, even as I lifted my hips to meet his brutal rhythm.

“Liar,” he hissed, releasing my wrists to grab both my thighs, folding me nearly in half. The new angle made him hit even deeper. “If you hated me, you'd have asked me to drive you home.”

How could he still talk while balls deep inside me?

I was dripping down his cock, soaking the seat beneath us. 

He pulled out and shifted backwards, and for a second I feared he wanted to open the door to make more space.

Stars burst behind my eyelids when he lowered his head and began to suck my pussy with the intensity of a vacuum cleaner.

I lost it when he slipped his tongue inside me.

I came all over his face like I'd never done before, and Gray lapped me up like I was his favourite flavour.

My legs hadn't even stopped shaking when Gray came up to ask in my face, “Where the fuck is your ankle monitor?”

“What…?” 

“I'm driving you home now so you can wear it, Bella. I'll tie you up if I have to. Don't fucking dare me.” 

He kissed me on the lips, then maneuvered himself into the driver's seat.

Maybe I'd been too carried away to notice it earlier. Gray was controlling. Overbearing, too. 

I was both in love with him and afraid for myself. He hit Dylan with his car. Oh, and not to forget, Professor Kelvin. 

“Did you kill him?” I blurted out. 

From the hard set of his jaw, I could tell he didn't expect I'd actually ask him that.

“The picture on the poster is you, I know that.” I continued, even though the warning bells in my head were ringing loudly for me to stop. “And the bike too. Nina said as much.”

He drove the key in and turned his neck. “I would do more than just kill for you. I will tear skin from bone, grind teeth to dust, rip faces apart, all for you.” If I didn't know better I'd think he was reciting a prayer chant.

He paused, then added with chilling calm. “Kelvin got what was coming for him.”

What did he want me to think now? He wasn't even trying to defend himself. I knew he didn't kill Kelvin. Whatever happened, Gray didn't kill him.