The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(110)

“I have a point to prove.” I bite her plump pussy through her swimwear, and she releases her hold on me. “A lie to expose.”

“No. You’re only exposing me.”

“I am.” I reach across and hook a finger in the opposite side of her bikini, exposing her. “So stop me.”

My eyes hold hers, shit I don’t want to delve into passes between us, and then I drop them to her glistening cunt.

I tut, nudging open her lips with my nose and mouth.

“How did I know you’d be dripping wet with desire”—I suck on her parted pussy, flicking my tongue over her clit—“and nothing else?”

“You can’t do this,” she hisses.

My eyes meet hers again, and I swirl my lips over her slick flesh, smirking against her as I show her exactly what I can’t do.



Lucy





My hands clench tight on the work surface, and I drop the knife. I knew he was going to touch me when he stepped up behind me, but when his hair tickled my thighs and his head pushed between my legs, I thought I might explode on the spot.

His mouth covers my pussy, and I suck in a sharp inhale. My eyes snap to the patio, but still, nobody looks in our direction.

My hands flatten on the worktop, too afraid to reach for him when it’s what I need—my hands on him. Touching him and consuming him in any way he’ll let me.

With my intelligence all but shattered, I let him do what he wants. I lose all my dignity and stand at the kitchen counter while he kneels at my feet and fucks me with his mouth. It shouldn’t be hot, but it is, and I can’t seem to focus on the rights or wrongs while the ache building in my core grows.

“Elliot,” I moan.

He flattens his tongue and works me from bottom to top, drawing my clit between his lips and soothing it with gentle licks. Our eyes meet as he pushes inside of me, manipulating my hips in a rocking motion onto his tongue. The sound of my arousal meeting his wet mouth, coating him, it makes my stomach clench. My body flushes, and I cry out, grasping his head in both hands as I grind down and get lost in the moment.

His growl is feral and draws my eyes open. My heels lift as he ravishes me. His mouth sucking and lapping. He’s wild, and he doesn’t care. He wouldn’t stop if someone walked in here, and I don’t want him to. I’m so close. So so close.

“Elliot,” I whisper, waiting for him to look at me.

He opens his eyes, dark and dangerous and full of pain. My brows pinch together as my jaw hangs slack. I’m going to come, and he continues to mould his mouth to me, working his head from side to side. But my hips stop their pursuit as our gaze’s lock and I still.

With his head held in my hands, I slowly smooth my thumb across his brow, completely lost in him.

My head tilts as I trace his temple, and a look passes, one that he holds for longer than he’d probably like. Because I see it. I see what he tries to mask from the world.

“You never could hide from me, Ell.”

He pulls my hand away hastily and sucks my pussy almost violently. Hard enough to bruise. I slide my hands back in his hair and pull hard.

“I’m sorry,” I cry, riding wave after wave of pleasure. His nose brushes my pubic bone, his mouth dragging heavy as he laps and rids me of everything I give him. “I’m sorry,” I moan. “Baby.” My eyes roll as I continue to come on his mouth. It’s relentless and makes my toes curl against the cool tiles. “I didn’t… I didn’t… I don’t want him… I only want you.”

I feel his mouth vibrate against me with a growl, and then he eases up, pulling my sensitive flesh slowly between his lips in hungry kisses as he brings me back down to earth.

He drags my bikini bottoms back into place and stands without making eye contact.

I turn on shaky legs, quickly grasping the counter at my back. He’s facing the sink, and it’s obvious he’s avoiding having to look at me. “Ell, I don’t want him. I want you.”

He reaches for my discarded swim towel on the stool, and I watch as he wipes at his chin and faces me.

The agony he fronts me with makes my insides burn.

I don’t want it to be real because I did this.

I hurt him.

“Talk to me.”

“No,” he snaps, making me jump. “I don’t have anything else to say to you tonight.”

“I—”

“What? You what, Lucy? You’re sorry? Because that doesn’t seem to be working for me.” His nostrils flare, and he shakes his head. “Maybe I’m sorry.”

He tosses me the towel and walks down the hall to the bedrooms. I close my eyes just before the door slams shut.

I still flinch.





31





Lucy





“Auntie Luce, I can see up your nose.”

My eyes drift open, and I find Ellis leaning over the back of the outdoor furniture. After what happened with Elliot last night, I couldn’t face going to my room and sleeping next to Maxwell, so I chose to sleep out here.

My eyes feel tired and puffy, and I know I probably look a mess. “Do I have anything up there?” I ask.

Ellis gets a closer inspection, using his pointer finger to pull back the tip of my nose. “Lots of boogers.”