BELLE

Neither of us said anything during the entire ride back to the hotel.

Grayson kept me in his lap, alternating between nipping at the mark on my neck and licking the wound on my face.

At first, I was completely disgusted by him licking my face, but one loud growl from him had me shutting right up. I’m sure our cab driver thought we were insane. I considered talking to him and trying to explain myself, but I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me or mad because I was hurt.

Maybe it was both. I didn’t want to risk pissing him off even more.

It took him...