His Trouble Maker

Jess POV

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“What? Scared?” Grayson ducks his head to my neck - breath dragging hot across my skin like he owns that too.

“Don’t tellyou don’t know how to pleasure yourself, Jess?”

“Fuck you, Grayson. You're so stupid.”

| feel him smirk against my neck. “I know,” he says low, cocky, “but look who's breathing hard now.”

| snap my head to the side-away from him- sharp, stubborn, petty.

Big mistake. His hand snaps out-rough-fingers curling around my jaw, gripping hard enough to sting. He jerks

my face back to his, forcingto look at him.

“Don’t. You. Look. Away.”

My heart kicks hard in my chest.

His eyes are gods. He looks feral. Unhinged. Exactly like | imagined him in every filthy dream I'll never admit to

having. Guess what, Grayson? It’s not just you having those dreams. But he’ll never know that.

Damn him for makingfeel like this.

“That's right,” he mutters, dragging his thumb slow across my lips again - slower this time, like he owns the

shape of my mouth now. “Right here, baby. Eyes on me. Where they fucking belong.”

I glare or | try to - but my chest is rising too fast. My whole body's too hot.

“Fucking mess,” he says, almost like it’s fond. Almost like it’s mine now. “Mouthy little brat... dripping all over my

thigh... and still trying to act tough.” His hand slides down-grabs my throat next - not choking, just holding. “You

wanna act like you hate me?” Grayson leans in, voice a low rumble against my ear. “Fine.” His thigh grinds up -

hard-between mine, rough enough to steal the sound out of my mouth. “But your pussy says otherwise.”

“F-Fuck you,” | choke, shflooding my chest so fast | can’t swallow it down. | turn my head again. Stupid. His

hand snaps back to my face- rough, no patience - grabbing my jaw hard enough to makegasp.

“What the fuck did | just say?” Grayson snarls.

| claw at his wrist but it’s pointless. Grayson other hand drops, shoving it up under my shirt and | gasp feeling his

brutal palm sliding up my ribs, over my stomach, catching the underside of my breast. “You toldI'd never

have you,” Grayson growled. “Fucking lie.”

His hand snapped to my throat - rough, heavy, unrelenting. His palm pressed firm just below my jaw, cutting off

my next

breath before it could even leave me.

My hands shot up to grab his wrist, nails biting into his skin. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t loosen.

His other hand clamped down on my hip-fingers digging in, bruising, pullingforward like my body belonged

to him.

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He shoved his thigh up between my legs, forcing them apart without care, draggingdown hard against the

thick muscle of his leg.

| gasped sharp, ugly my knees buckling as friction shot through me.

He pusheddown again, rougher, grindinguntil | was rocking against him without even meaning to.

“You feel that?” His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating against my skin. “This is mine. This fucking mess is

mine.”

| twisted, trying to pull back.

He yankedforward harder.

“Run all you want,” he bit out. “I'll just drag you back.”

His grip on my throat tightened. My head tipped back against the wall, mouth parting in a shaky gasp. My pulse

hammered against his palm.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t slow.

He grounddown again, draggingover his thigh like | weighed nothing.

Every tmy hips jerked away, he pulled them right back.

Every sound | made, he punished with more.

“You toldI'd never have you?” His laugh was low, sharp, bitter. “Nah, Jess. I'll have you any fucking t|

want.”

He shoved his thigh higher, rocking it up until | swore my legs would give out. My breath broke in pieces, torn

between the crushing grip on my throat and the brutal friction between my legs.

“You're gonna fucking conlike this,” he snarled. “Just like this- choking, shaking, begging.”

1 shook

my

head-useless - the sound stuck somewhere in my chest.

His hand left my throat only to catch my jaw again, holdingstill, forcing my eyes to his. His glare cut straight

through me.” Why are you so fucking stupid Jessica?”

Jessica.

He calledby my full name.

Grayson took a deep breath, givingspace to breath but quickly taking it away when he givea single kiss.

“Why are you making this hard forbaby?”

Me? I'm making this hard for you?

| gulped chest tight lost. Grayson Westwood

eyes locking with his and that’s when | saw it. The worst thing | could've seen. He looked a little

the man who was sure of everything - looked atlike he didn’t know how to touch me

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without wrecking himself.

“You makecrazy,” he said. His thumb brushed my cheek. “Sdays,” his voice dropped, throat working

around it, “you makewanna discipline you.” His hand slid down-slow-cupping my jaw like I'd shatter if he

grabbed any harder. “Sdays,” he breathed, “I wanna chain you to my bed. Keep you there till you can’t

fucking walk straight.”

My breath caught.

| want to fuck you so hard so you'll not walk out ofwhen I'm trying to make you strong,” he breathes. “I want

to use your throat so you're too sore to fucking speak evil on me.”

W-What did he say?

“I can’t do it,” he muttered again, this tquieter, raw, like it gutted him to admit it out loud.

| blinked up at him, my own breath catching in my throat, my pulse beating wildly against the grip he still had at

my waist,

his fingers flexing like he wanted to bruisethere - like if he held tight enough, | wouldn't slip away.

“W-Why?” The word escapedbefore | could catch it, shaky and embarrassingly small.

His eyes snapped to mine instantly.

Fuck.

The way he looked at me-

Grayson Westwood looked atlike he hatedfor asking, like he hated himself more for having an answer.

Because this was the man who never hesitated.

Never questioned.

Never wavered.

But right now, his jaw was clenched so tight | could see the muscle twitch, and there was something breaking

wild behind his stare that made my stomach twist.

“Because if | start,” he said, draggingcloser so fast | stumbled forward, my hands flattening against his chest

as if that would savefrom him, “if | fucking start, Jess, I'm not stopping.”

His hands curved over my hips now - firm, claiming, like he was holding something fragile and dangerous all at

once- and he pulledup against him like he neededpressed so close he could feel every goddamn breath |

took.

“I will fuck you until there’s nothing left of that smart little mouth but my name,” he said, his voice rasping hot

against my neck as he dipped his head, dragging his nose slow- too slow- across the line of my throat.

“And | will keep you,” he promised - low, filthy, absolute - and the terrifying thing was, I didn’t think it was a

threat.

It was a vow.

“And | swear to fucking Moon Goddess, Jess, | will never fucking let you leaveagain.”

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