Chapter 144
Grayson
“I’m only going to ask you one more fucking time where did you go today!” I growl, pressing the large wand massager to my wife’s clit
She screams, arching off the bed, but the ropes holding her wrists and ankles to the frame keep her firmly in place. “Please. Gray, she begs her voice cracking with desperation.
“That’s not the answer I was looking for.” I pull the wand away just as she’s teetering on the edge of release. Her trembling body, the tears streaking down her cheeks–it’s a heady mix of power and vulnerability that fucks me to keep pushing
We’ve been at this for hours, ever since I came home and found zero evidence of the shopping trip she claimed to have gone on with Alyssa. No bags, no charges on my credit cards, nothing. Which means she lied to me. Worse, Alyssa lied to me. They all fucking lied to me.
But I won’t confront my brothers–not yet, at least. I want to hear the truth from my wife’s lips. I’ve always respected her privacy, even tolerated the secrets I knew she was keeping, but this? This is too far.
I need answers. Right the fuck now
Sweat glistens on Christines flushed skin as her chest heaves, her wide, pleading eyes fixed on me. Her nipples are taut, her body trapped between pleasure and torment. She’s never looked more beautiful–and I’ve never been more furious.
“Christine, where did you go today? My voice is cold, steady, as I press the wand against her again, this time cranking it to the highest setting
She cries out, her hips jerking involuntarily as she tries to escape the overwhelming sensation. But it’s useless. I’ve got her exactly where I want her.
I’ve never felt the need to break my wife before, but I hope once this is all over, she doesn’t hate me for it. We both knew it was the only way I was going to get her to talk
Phillips‘ house. We were at Chief Phillips‘ house!” she finally screams, her voice raw.
I immediately switch the wand off, tossing it to the side. Satisfaction floods through me, but my expression remains hard. “See That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I ask, slipping my fingers into her dripping heat and curling them just right. Her body convulses as she squirts, soaking my hand and screaming my name at the top of her lungs.
I withdraw my fingers, licking them clean as her chest rises and falls rapidly. She’s shaking, her body wrung out from the rollercoaster of emotions and sensations. But I’m not finished. There are still too many unanswered questions.
“Keep talking.“I command grabbing the wand again and clicking it back on. “Or I’m prepared to start this process all over
Christine swallows hard, her voice trembling from the aftershocks of her release. I was helping Alyssa she thought the police chief had files of women he blackmailed into having sex with him.”
I narrow my eyes, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “And why the fuck did she drag you into that?”
It doesn’t make sense. Alyssa’s pregnant, and I know King. He wouldn’t put my sister at risk like that for no reason. And throwing my wife into the middle of it? That’s a line I didn’t think he’d cross.
Shame flickers across Christine’s face. “Because one of those women was me,” she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.
My breath stills, the world ulting on its axis. “What?” I respond, the cold rage in my voice causing her to flinch.
“I didn’t tell you because I was scared. I didn’t want you to know, didn’t want you to…hate me.”
I take a deep breath, my chest tightening. Christine’s voice is measured now, but I know her too well to believe she’s okay. She’s holding herself together, barely, and I’m watching the cracks spread in the armor she wears so flawlessly.”
Hate her! She doesn’t realize that I’m more pissed with myself for not knowing. Once again, I feel like I’ve failed her. And King? How could he let this happen! How could he keep this from me?
“Hate you” I repeat as I quickly untie her, pulling her into my arms. Her body stiffens at first, her breathing shallow, before she gives in and clings to me like a lifeline. I would never hate you, babe. Just tell me what happened..please. Every single detail”
dinatine exhales shakily, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. She doesn’t let go as she starts speaking, her words clipped, like she needs to get them out before she loses her nerve.
don’t just hear her
word, her belysee them, the scenes playing out in my head like a horror film I’d give anything to destroy. Her voice shakes with each
word, her body quivering against mine as if she’s reliving it, too.
No wonder she didn’t want to tell me. But none of this is her fault. She did what she hard to survive, and that bastard recorded it without her
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consent.
If Phillips weren’t already dead, I’d fucking rip him limb for limb. Though, what King and Alyssa did to him was pretty satisfying. I saw his body before the cleanup crew took out that trash. I don’t know exactly how much my sister participated in, but that fucker definitely suffered before he was killed.
Christine cries hard and long in my arms, years of suppressed emotions pouring out of her. “Shhh, it’s okay, babe. I’m right here. I murmur, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She buries her face in my chest, clutching onto me like she’s afraid if she lets go. Ill leave her.
The sight of her crying makes my heart feel like it’s shattering. She’s always been a strong unbreakable woman, one who’s carried herself with a grace I could only admire. Seeing her like this, so raw and vulnerable, is almost more than I can handle.
“I’m sorry, Gray,” she says between sobs. Her voice is so soft, so unlike the Christine I know.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I assure her gently, stroking her hair. Her softness grounds me, pulling me back from the rage threatening to
consume me
“Yes, there is….there’s something else I haven’t told you,” she says.
I pull away, my brows pinched together in concern. “What is it?”
She averts her gaze, her voice dropping to a whisper. “…lost our baby. It was right before we got married, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It was selfish of me. You should’ve been able to grieve. Instead, I pushed us to start trying again right away without you knowing, and treated you like it was only your fault”
Her words land like a hammer, shattering the air in my lungs. My wife has been carrying the weight of our loss alone. The realization claws at me, every heartbeat screaming how much I failed her
Tears sting the back of my eyes, but I blink them away, swallowing hard. I cup her face. “I should have known. I should have been there for you. My voice cracks. “You shouldn’t have gone through that alone.”
Her bottom lip trembles, tears Bowing freely now. I didn’t want to lose you,” she whispers. “I thought that if you knew…you’d see me as broken. As less than what you deserve.”
Broken! The words hit me like a slap. Do I really make her feel that way? Have I failed her that much that she doesn’t even know how much I love her!
I pull her closer, our foreheads touching as if closing the distance could erase the pain she’s been through. You’re not broken,” I say, my voice hoarse with emotion. “You’re my of lady, my wife. You’re fucking it for me, and no matter what, I’m not leaving you. Not ever. We’re going to figure this out together, okay?”
She sniffles, her hands gripping my arms tightly. “Okay”
I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I love you, babe. More than anything.”
“I love you too,” she murmurs, her voice shaky but sincere
As we lay together, her breathing finally steady, the weight of her confession and the secrets she’s been carrying settle heavily in my chest. My mind, however, refuses to quiet.
One thing is certain–Phillips got what he deserved. But the fallout from his actions is far from over. And now, Alyssa and my so–called brothers? They have some fucking explaining to do. The lies, the secrets, dragging Christine into danger without telling met Without even asking? That’s another betrayal I can’t ignore.
And Nikot I’m sure he knew. We were together all day, and he didn’t say a damn word.
‘ve forgotten where his loyalty lies–with me. Not King, Not Alyssa, Me,
He must’ve
Tomorrow, I’ll remind them exactly who the fuck I am. For now, I hold my wife, hoping that tonight was the start of her trusting me completely, of us growing stronger together.
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