Chapter 144

Grayson POV

“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 fuels 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 respec