His Trouble Maker

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

JESSICA

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“You’re going to take my cock and cum down your throat like a bitch in heat.” Gray grabbed my arms and shoved me to my knees before his thumb forced my mouth open, pressing down on my tongue, making the saliva pool and drip messily down my chin. “You want to be a fucking brat, Jess? Would rather take a beast than my cock, huh?”

Before I could prepare myself, Gray stuffed himself down my throat, wrapping his hand around my chin, making me whimper in pain. I gagged, my eyes becoming watery, and gargled on him, spit dripping out of my mouth.

“Jess.”

“Jess.”

My eyes snapped open. What the fuck was that? Did I just-? Did I just dream getting face -fucked by Gray in my sleep? A high–pitched, dying–animal noise strangled out of me. I lunged for my pillow–found it halfway across the room, grabbed it, and screamed into it so hard my throat burned.

No. No.

This was Logan’s fault. Logan and his big stupid mouth, always talking, always putting things in my head, and now, I am going to kill him!

I was imagining ways to murder him when I realized I am not alone in the room. I turned toward the door and my soul fucking left my body because Gray is standing there, watching me like I was the most insane thing he had ever seen.

“Aaaah!” I grab the nearest pillow, and the next thing I know I was throwing it at his f face.

He caught it. Mid–air. Arms tight, eyes locked on me like he couldn’t believe I just did that.

“Jessica…”

I am so dead.

My chest rises and falls, like I’m gasping for air, praying for some kind of mercy.

Please, moon goddess, save me.

Gray’s got a short fuse–hell, he’s made people cry just by looking at them the wrong way. I blinked hard, shut my eyes, bracing for whatever came next.

The shout. The explosion. The anger.

But it didn’t come.

“Look at me.”

I can’t.

“Jessica. Open your damn eyes and look at me.”

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hands shake, my breath ragged as I crack my eyes open. There he is. Gray is now

me. He’s so

it’s his fault. Why

know what time is

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the hell does he mean? My brows furrowed, and without thinking,

damn clock. I lazily flicked my hand, showing him the time like it was obvious. “It’s 6 o’clock in the morning,

his lips. “Yes. And do you

Training?

No.

shot back, matter–of–fact. Warriors don’t train on

And my mind… it drifts. That damn dream. Shit. If he

even realizing it, landing

him being huge. I mean, I’ve heard it before, from the other warriors. They say he’s like a monster, and he

far, but I hear

up, punishing myself

be ready in

“In ten minutes, Alpha?”

me. It was on the picture of Logan and me

“Where are we going?”

eyes flicked to mine. “I’m going

T–Take me out?

jaw dropped, and he caught it, quickly realizing it before

like I want to go on a

body and jerking myself upright. Stupid. Who even

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yanked the blanket until

Gray’s voice cuts through the air,

like he’s hiding a smile behind that damn serious face

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smile of my own, nodding. “Of course. Can you wait outside, Alpha? I know you’re my brother’s best friend,

door behind me so hard the walls rattled–shocking me. “I’m not angry!” I shouted at the door, like that would somehow make it better. I am not, right? I stood there for a second, my forehead banging against the door, hard enough

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“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.”

I am probably angry at him correcting that this

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