<b>Chapter </b><b>74 </b>
Aria’s <b>POV </b>
<b>*</b><b>Ngh</b><b>… </b>
I whimpered weakly as I propped myself on the nightstand, trying to keep my bnce. But it’s so hard. Because his movements were ruthless. I was thrusted up and down from the back with a series of skin smacks behind me. His thighs hit my ass till my skin turned red<b>. </b><b>His </b>
cock prated my pussy without mercy.
“Ahhhhhh,” I groaned, biting into the pillow.
He pped my butt, his voice hoarse and intense. “Stop shaking.”
I sniffed, doing my best not to copse and arching my back even more so he could fuck deeper into me.
He obviously liked that. He groaned in the sexiest voice ever and squeezed my ass. Then thrust with his usual rough rhythm. He loved to take me hard and rough. Sometimes I couldn’t even get out of bed after sex. I had to secretly admit it though, I liked this rhythm too.
“God…Oh god Grayson…harder, yes!”
“You like it babe?” he groaned.
He yanked at my hair and pulled my upper body up, like my hair was the reins and he was riding me from the back. His other hand found my breasts and rubbed my hard nipples. Pleasure shot through my spine. I nearly screamed.
“No–no Grayson. It–It’s too deep…”
“Fuck, your tight little pussy is sucking me,” he bit my earlobe, flickering my nipples. “I think your body loves this. Hang on a bit longer for me, OK?”
I sobbed weakly. Everyone second now was a sweet torture. How many orgasms had I had so far? 3, or maybe 4? I had lost count. Anyway this was getting too much! I was desperately hoping he could end it quicker.
And that’s when I heard crying. Probably from downstairs.
Normally, this house was well soundproofed.
But earlier, I had cracked the bedroom window open just a little…which was probably why I could hear the voices drifting up from downstairs
now.
Along with the sound of someone sobbing, I heard a familiar voice, muffled and trembling.
“…Please, I need to see him… Just tell him I’m here, please!”
A chill ran down my spine. My mind snapped back into focus instantly.
“Wait…i–it sounds like your sister.”
But his voice was cold. “Focus.”
“But…”
He suddenly pulled his dick out and threw me on my back. He took his position between my legs.
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<b>“</b><b>You </b><b>shouldn’t </b><b>have </b>time <b>to </b><b>think </b><b>about </b>something else,<b>” </b><b>he </b><b>said </b>as he lifted and pushed my <b>legs </b><b>back</b>. <b>My </b><b>pussy </b>waspletely expose <b>him </b><b>that </b><b>way</b>. He rubbed <b>my </b>clit and <b>for </b>a brief moment, making me shiver, and slid <b>his </b>huge cock <b>back </b>in
“<b>Oh</b><b>, </b><b>ngh</b>…” I moaned. “Oh god…”
Being fucked from the back and the front were totally different experiences. I couldn’t tell which way I liked better. <b>But </b><b>the </b><b>front </b>allowed me to see his face. It’s so damn hot during sex.
He started off with some deep, slow thrusts. I quickly forgot all about the voice and Delh and wrapped my legs around his waist, <b>moaning </b>
He quickly ebbed into quick and harsh thrusts. Like literally pounding me. He pressed my legs down to the sides of my head so that my pussy
his entire body weight. was wide open for him. Our skin pped together. He’s basically mming himself into me with
“Oh! Oh god! Shit-…I’ming!!” I shrieked, clutching the bedsheet, my toes curling. This was the strongest orgasm. I could feel it.
“Fuck!” he cursed.
He grabbed my bouncing tits and squeezed them hard. “Yes<b>, </b>cum for me babe. I’ming for you too.”
His cock was nted deep inside of me. Hard and throbbing. I got nowhere else to escape buty there and opened myself up for his release.
With a deep groan, hìs cum sshed inside of my cunt. It made my body jerk. Juice gushed out of my pussy and mixed with his sperm.
He panted and leaned down to kiss me. His cock was still half hard, clogging my pussy, stopping his cum from dripping out.
I pushed his shoulder. “Wear a condom next time.”
“Why?” his voice was so sexy after a great fuck.
“Well for starters, I don’t want to get pregnant.”
He pulled his cock out andy down beside me, wrapping me in his arms. “Is that such a bad thing though? Getting pregnant with my child?”
Is he fucking kidding me now?
“Yeah it is a bad thing. Because I don’t want my child to
<i>ow </i>that her mother is nothing but a sex ve.” I said sharply.
His face visibly darkened. I didn’t want to argue with him right after the sex, so I quickly sat up and jumped off the bed.
“Your sister’s downstairs,” I said quietly to Grayson. “She came to see you.”
He sat up as well, a dark expression clouding his face. “I should just expel her and that damned husband of hers together.”
After we both took a quick shower and went down, we found Delh sitting on the couch, her face buried in her hands, sobbing. Mrs. Jones had just brought her a cup of hot tea.
(Yes–after I insisted, Mrs. Jones had gotten her job back.)
As soon as Delh heard our footsteps, she jerked her head up to look at us.
<b>I </b>narrowed my eyes and stared back coldly./
I was honestly curious what she was doing here. But it wasn’t hard to guess.
She’s probably here to call me a shameless bitch again, me me for ruining her rtionship with her brother. Then beg Grayson <b>to </b><b>set </b><b>Jace </b>free from prison.
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Delh<b>, </b><b>Grayson </b>said tly. <b>“</b>What are <b>you </b>doing here?”
She <b>looked </b>up at us, still crying. Her tear streaked face probably would’ve softened any man’s heart.
But clearly Grayson wasn’t any man.
*If this is about Jace,” he said icily, “just don’t bother. Tears won’t work. Comining to our parents won’t work either. I already <b>told </b>them <b>to </b>
stay out <b>of </b>it.”
“No… no. I’m not here to beg for anything,” she whispered.
She wiped her tears, then shakily reached into her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper, cing it on the table.
“I’m here to tell you…I’m pregnant, Grayson. You’re going to be an uncle.”
WHAT?!
I couldn’t hide my shock.
And clearly, neither could Grayson.
He strode forward, picked up the report, and his eyes widened just slightly. “..,Two months?”
“Yes.” Delh gave a pale smile. “Do you know what that means? This will be the first child of the next Hart generation.”
Grayson slowly sat down, his eyes still fixed on the paper.
After a long pause, he said, “Of course, I’m happy for
<i>You </i>Delh. But if you think this will make me forgive Jace-”
“No, it’s not that!” she blurted, cutting him off. “That’s not what I want. Actually… finding out about this baby got me thinking again. My child deserves to grow up in a healthy, upright environment, and they’ll need a good role model in their life. And that person… it just can’t be Jace. It has to be you, Grayson.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
She wiped her tears again, her voice trembling. “Bing a mother made me realize just how insane I had beentely…I want to make it right. And I want to make it right with you, Grayson… If it’s still not toote.”
He frowned tighter. And didn’t answer right away.
I looked at Delh–her pale, tear–streaked face–and felt a strange mix of emotions in my chest.
Do I believe her?
Honestly… I don’t know.
Because here’s the thing: people never change.
At least not overnight.
Just a day ago, she was still screaming at Grayson in front of everyone, saying she hated him, saying she’d do anything to break free of him
and be with Jace.
And now she suddenly wanted to “fix” their rtionship?
Yeah…it felt fake.
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<b>But </b><b>then </b><b>again</b><b>, </b><b>I’ve </b>never <b>had </b><b>a </b><b>child</b>. <b>I </b><b>don’t </b><b>know </b>what kind <b>of </b>weight a baby can <b>carry </b><b>in </b><b>a </b><b>mother’s </b><b>heart</b>.
“<b>Grayson</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>she </b>asked <b>softly</b><b>, </b>cautiously. “<b>So</b>…what do you say? Do you still want to <b>give </b>it a <b>try</b>…for <b>the </b><b>baby’s </b>sake?”
He <b>slowly </b><b>set </b>the report down and looked at her. “So? What exactly are you suggesting?”
She let <b>out </b>a sigh of relief<b>, </b><b>a </b>faint smile forming on her lips.
“Do you remember the little ski cabin on the snowy mountain? It’s about a five–hour drive from here<b>.” </b>
He nodded. “Yes. We used to spend our winters there when we were kids.”
“Right. That one.”
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes glimmering with eagerness.
“I was thinking… maybe we could spend a day or two there. Like we used to. Away from this mansion<b>, </b><i>no </i>maids, <i>no </i>guards. ALONE. <b>Just you </b>and me as family…So, what do you say?”