His Trouble Maker

Chapter 17

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 tell me you don’t know how to pleasure yourself, Jess?”

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

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

I 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, forcing me to 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 I 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 making me feel 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 I try to – but my chest is rising too fast. My whole body’s too hot.

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“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,” I choke, shame flooding my chest so fast I can’t swallow it down. I turn my head again. Stupid. His hand snaps back to my face- rough, no patience – grabbing my jaw hard enough to make me gasp.

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

I claw at his wrist but it’s pointless. Grayson other hand drops, shoving it up under my shirt and I gasp feeling his brutal palm sliding up my ribs, over my stomach, catching the underside of my breast. “You told me I’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, pulling me forward like my body belonged to him.

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forcing them apart without

gasped sharp, ugly my knees buckling as

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grinding me until I was rocking against him without even

that?” His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating against

trying

me forward

bit out. “I’ll

my throat tightened. My head tipped back against the wall,

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t slow.

again, dragging me over

jerked away, he

made, he punished

His laugh was low, sharp, bitter. “Nah, Jess. I’ll have you any fucking

would give out. My breath broke in pieces, torn between the crushing grip on my throat and the brutal friction between

this,”

I shook

my

sound stuck somewhere in my

left my throat only to catch my jaw again, holding me still, forcing my eyes to

Jessica.

by

breath, giving me space to breath but quickly taking it away when he give me a single kiss. “Why are

this hard

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tight lost.

when I saw it. The worst

looked at me like he didn’t know

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