Razing Grace: Razing Grace Part 1 (17 page)

“Don’t.” Miles puts his hands up. I smirk, my eyes running over his body. “Just don’t say anything else. Jesus fucking Christ.” I tilt my head, gripping the bottom of my shirt and lifting it off over my head before dropping it down to the floor.

His eyes shoot up to me. Slanting, a tight smile comes on his mouth. Reaching behind my back, I unclip my bra and drop it to the floor before pulling my shorts down until they’re sitting in a pool at my feet.

I step towards him, my lace covered nipples brushing over his hard chest. “Let me be the one to choose who takes my virginity, Miles. The thing about dragging someone through hell? Is they pick up a few tricks along the way.” I run my hands up his chest.

His fingers fly up and grip around my wrist as he pushes me back slightly. “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m hitting that, puddin’.”

“Oh, come on. Miles and Millie, has a ring to it, doesn’t it? Do you have a boyfriend? Maybe you could share me? I cook.”

My eyes zone into his chest. He wraps his hand around my chin and tilts my face up to his. I thought he would be angry by that comment, but he’s smiling on the edge of bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Millie?”

“Hmmm?” I answer, my eyes glued on his mouth. It’s a hot mouth.

“How’d you know I was bisexual?”

I roll my eyes. “That’s what you wanted to ask me? Um, because I’m a woman, Miles. We’re born with the radar inbuilt. I don’t mind though; I think seeing you with a man would be… hot.” I lick my lips, running my eyes over him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re killing me, woman. Get in the shower. I’ll meet you downstairs.” I turn on my heel and walk towards the bathroom, following his orders. “Oh, and Millie?” He smirks just as his hand reaches for the door handle. “You and I both know who you really want hitting it for the first time.” Then he walks out with a thud of the door closing behind him. I stand there for an extra few seconds, my eyes closing as I picture what sex with Raze would be like. My skin prickles, my nipples hardening against my bra, and something throbs between my legs.

I feel something now; I feel horny.

MILLIE

After my shower, I throw on a pair of tight little red short shorts I found in the closet, matching it with a tight nude tank, then slip on some ballet slippers. I wear my hair in loose waves flowing down to my tailbone and apply some light makeup. I feel much better after my shower, probably better than I deserve after how much alcohol I consumed last night. I won’t be doing that again for a long time.

Stepping down the stairs, I land on the bottom and walk towards the kitchen to find Ella and Cassia already there drinking coffee at the table. They’re both talking under hushed tones until I walk in, and then it stops abruptly. Figures.

“Morning!” I smile at both of them, brushing off their hostile glares. Please. I was held captive in a damn cell with massive masked men who wanted to eat me alive for seven days and then sell me to the highest bidder. A girl with no emotion and nothing to lose can be a very dangerous weapon up against girls who care entirely too much about what shoes match what outfit.

A chair scrapes against the floor and I smile while I’m pouring. Spinning around with my coffee mug to my lips, Cassia steps up to me, her silk robe hanging down her lean body and her dark hair pulled into a tidy bun on the top of her head. “Listen, bitch. I don’t know who you are or why Raze has a fascination with you, but let me clue you in on who calls the shots around here,” she says, stepping closer to me until I can feel her breath simmer over my cheek.

I raise my eyebrows, blow on my coffee until the steams hits the tip of my nose, and tilt my head. “And who’s that?” I ask, unaffected, borderline bored.

“I’m the boss bitch around here. What I say goes. I’m the one Raze comes to every night and I’m his favorite and always will be his favorite lay. This is my house, so you will abide by my rules.”

I exhale and set the mug down onto the kitchen counter. Raising my head up to her, I notice a little flashing light in the corner of the room, recognizing the camera. I smirk devilishly into the lens before bringing my eyes back to Cassia. “Listen, I couldn’t really give a crap about who you are or how you keep Raze comfortable at night. I’m not here by choice,” I tilt my head slightly, my grin deepening. “He wants me here.”

She steps up to me, her chest pushing me back until my butt hits the kitchen island.

“You—”

“Cassia!” Raze snaps from the entryway to the kitchen.

I smile up at her, my gaze shifting between each of her eyes. I couldn’t stop the smugness that displayed over my face. I didn’t care. She was like those girls in prison who usually always needed to get smacked down a few notches.

Cassia pulls herself away from me and turns to face Raze. “Hey, baby, you finished working out?”

I roll my eyes and look towards him. Crap. He’s wearing loose grey sweat pant shorts and only loose grey sweat pant shorts. His tight, defined, tattoo-covered masterpiece of a body glistens with sweat and his hair ruffles out from the sides of his flat baseball cap that has NY imprinted on the front. His eyes watch mine carefully as I greedily run my eyes over his body, breathing in every single muscle that twitches as I look over it. When I reach the obvious bulge that presses against the material of his shorts, I smile and lick my lips.

“You done assaulting me with your eyes, pet?”

I chuckle, looking back into his eyes which are now hardened with lust. Not hooded, not lazy—hardened. That would scare any other girl, any smart girl, but right now, lately, I’m not very smart because those eyes of his eat up my entire existence and make me want to let him do very bad things to me.

Cassia whips her head around to face me. I shrug, emptying the rest of my coffee down the sink before stepping around the angry black widow. “Maybe. I’ll let you figure that out.” I begin to walk toward Raze when my eyes fall on Ella. We haven’t spoken the whole time I’ve been here, but I kinda get the hint that she’s not quite like Cassia. Her head hangs between her shoulders and her eyes stay glued to the floor. “Ella, right?” I ask her.

Her head snaps up at my question. “Yeah?”

“Do you do everything ‘boss bitch’ says?” I ask with a smile.

I see Raze tense at the entryway, stepping toward me. I don’t know why he does it, maybe because black widow behind me was obviously pissed off that I was ruffling her feathers.

Ella stands from her seat. “I, um…” She looks towards Raze. “Yeah,” she finally answers.

I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, knowing full well what I will need to do if I want Cassia to leave me alone. I can’t cower; girls like her relish on that. They eat girls up, girls like the old me, or Ella. But I’m not the old me anymore. Pain and suffering changes people. It toughens their exterior. People like me are dangerous people to have as enemies because we’ve been through hell. We’ve been through what would kill most people, and have survived.

I turn around to face Cassia again, feeling Raze’s presence behind me. “I won’t do what you want, Cassia. I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and quite frankly…” I laugh as I see Miles step into the kitchen. Oh, the gang’s all here. “I couldn’t give a flying horse’s dick who you think you are around here.” I step towards her, her eyes flashing with pure hatred and her cheeks flaming bright red. I scan her silently before I giggle. “You think I’m scared of some little girl who thinks being the best lay is the greatest weapon to have? No. You don’t scare me, Cassia. You scare me about as much as a Chihuahua yapping at my feet.” I pause, a smirk spreading across my face. “All bark, no bite.” I rest my shoulders and shrug. “Don’t cross me, don’t talk to me, and stay out of my way, and then we won’t have a problem. Capiche?” The sound of someone holding in their laugh comes from Miles’ direction and I raise my eyebrows. “Are we clear?” I repeat, waiting on her response.

She looks at me before glancing over my shoulder. “Whatever.” Then she storms out and heads up the stairs in a huff.

“Holy shit.” Ella drops to her chair, her hands covering her face.

“Are we going to have an issue too?” I ask Ella and she stills.

“What? Me? No. I’m not—” She pauses, looking at Raze.

“Good.” I look at Raze myself and see his eyes shining with something. Anger? Confusion? Pride? I don’t know. And I couldn’t care enough to examine it closer. “What?” I snap at him, suddenly angry that he has someone like Cassia here. Anger, that’s a feeling. Progress, maybe? Probably not the best emotion to feel first. But as quickly as it came, it goes away and calm white noise once again holds my mind, body, and soul hostage. The euphoric stillness that washes over me has my head tilt back and a light moan slips from my lips. With my eyes shut, I whisper, “Raze?”

“Mmm?” His low, sensual voice grumbles from in front of me, summoning my freshly sick and twisted body with a simple growl.

“Jesus,” Miles whispers out through a tight moan from somewhere in the room.

I bring my face back down, locking my eyes onto Raze.

Hooded, needy, hot and heavy. “I want—” I pause as words spin in my head.

“Huh? And what is it you want, pet?”

He steps up toward me, his hands finding mine instantly. Tilting his head, I watch as his eyes run freely over my body. Dropping his mouth down to my ear, he skims his lips over the rim of my lobe.

“You want me to slam you over this table and fuck you until you scream? Hmm? Until you can’t feel the fucking legs you walk on, or until you don’t even know your own fucking name?”

I swallow, my skin prickling to dangerous levels and a throbbing setting off between my thighs. He steps into me again. I step backward, my butt hitting the kitchen island. His hands grip onto my hip bones as he pulls my pelvis into his and my stomach is flush up against his hard bulge. My breathing turns shallow, my chest heaving heavily. He keeps his eyes on mine and I watch him, studying every fleck of color that is woven into his deep, deathly grey eyes.

“Is that what you want? And choose your answer wisely because if a yes comes out of those sexy fucking lips, I’ll bury my dick so deep inside you, anyone who touches you after will still feel the imprint of my cock.”

A smirk slithers over my face. I lean on my tippy-toes, knowing full well what my answer is. I want the last part of anything that reminds me of my old me gone. Running the tip of my nose over his ear, inhaling his scent of musky cologne and sweat mixed with pure male, I whisper, “Yes.” Then I bite down on his earlobe.

A squeal comes out of me as he throws me over his shoulder and his hand lands on my ass with a loud slap sounding out. I laugh, bringing my head up to see Miles adjusting himself with his lip pulled into his mouth. I smile at him, wiggling my eyebrows. He shakes his head, laughing at my obvious excitement.

“I wouldn’t get too excited, puddin’!” Miles shouts out as Raze walks me up the stairs. “He’s going to eat her alive,” I hear Ella say.

Miles’ laughter sounds out in the coming distance. “Hundred on Millie.”

“Deal.”

I scoff as Raze continues to take me to his bedroom. He pushes open his door and puts me back down to my feet. Kicking the door closed behind himself, his body pushes mine until my back collides with the wall.

“You don’t scare me, executioner.” My eye twitches, my palm tingles and my brain is swimming with adrenaline.

“Yeah?” he says, wrapping his hands around my upper thighs, and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my groin down to what I want most and tilt my head back. “You should be.”

A dark giggle leaves me as I bring my face back down to his. “What’s the worst that could happen?” I ask him, slowly grinding down over his bulge. “What? That I like it?” I add, my fingers wrapping around the back of his thick neck. “Newsflash, baby,” I smirk, dropping my lips down to his and running my slick tongue across the rim of his bottom lip. “You taught me how to love it.” Then I pull his bottom lip into my mouth and bite down on it roughly. He groans, gripping onto my wrist and slamming me up against the wall harder, the back of my head smashing against the wall.

His legs part as his nose runs down my temple and onto my jaw. “Mmm, what happened in the dungeon, that’s child’s play compared to what I can make you feel, pet.” His soft lips skim over my sensitive neck as he sucks on it roughly, pulling out with a pop. His arm snakes around my waist, lifting me effortlessly up and carrying me up the stairs that lead to his bedroom.