“Reject you, Grace Bright, as my mate and queen,” Cole,my boyfriend, finished, but I was already shaking my head.
“What?!” I screeched, clawing at his hands in a desperate attempt to get free. He was mad! He was fucking bat shit crazy!
“W-what are you---?!”
My voice was cut off when his fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my air supply. And less than a second later, I realized that perhaps it was for the best anyway. Because the pain that exploded in my chest made me want to scream to the high heavens. It felt as if something was ripped out of me. Not just my heart, but everything inside of me was torn to pieces. Every nerve ending was on fire and despite being unable to breathe, I felt tears forming in my eyes.
And they had nothing to do with Cole’s hands wrapped around my neck…
What the hell just happened…?
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Grace’s POV
I felt Cole’s breath on my cheek and a smirk instantly crept across my lips. He then leaned closer and peppered small kisses along my arm and nibbled on my earlobe, making me moan in response.
“You know,” I muttered, my breath coming out heavy and husky. “It’s creepy watching people sleep.”
I tried to push him away, hoping to get some sleep, but he wouldn’t budge. Not that I expected him to. Cole Knight didn’t budge for anyone. Especially not when his hardon was digging into my backside – despite it only being a couple of minutes ago we had wild, mind-blowing sex…
The first time it happened I was shocked, but I’d since learned that when it came to sex, Cole was a beast. And his desire for me was insatiable…
“But you’re so cute when you’re doing it,” he mumbled, sounding almost like a complaining child. “Drooling all over and everything---”
I snapped my eyes open, quickly checking my lips and pillows for any wet spots. Of course, there weren’t any and beside me, Cole was chuckling, making his shoulders shake.
“Jerk,” I hissed, grabbing a pillow and trying to hit him with it. But he caught it easily and in one swift move, he was back on top of me.
“You’re awake,” he smirked, like someone who’d just won the lottery. “I clearly didn’t do a good enough job to tire you out then.” He claimed my lips with his and I moaned when I felt his hardness press against my entrance. I was sore, but I knew from experience that in a few, swift moves, Cole could make me forget all about any discomfort.
Hell, he could make me forget my own name…
“Can’t have that,” he continued huskily, before slamming home. I threw my head back and cried out in ecstasy as he took me again and again.
Since meeting Cole my life had been turned upside down. I’d always believed that it was only in romance novels that some nobody like me ever got to date a billionaire. Because that’s what he was! The next heir of Knight’s Industry.
Philanthropist, playboy, genius--- in short, Tony Stark without an iron mask.
And then there was me!
College student, working two jobs to pay for intuitions and living with 4 people in a studio apartment. In other words, nothing Anastasia Steel about this girl. Yet here I was, about to celebrate my 21st birthday with the most eligible bachelor in town.
I still had a hard time believing that this was happening. One of my friends was working at a high-end restaurant and asked me to cover for her. I desperately needed the money so without giving it much thought I’d said yes.