His Trouble Maker

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

GRAYSON

My baby looks stunned.

Jealousy looks so fucking good on her. I didn’t know she was the jealous type. Now that I do, I want to feed it. I licked my lips, watching her get lost staring out the window, eyes wide, soft lips parted like she forgot how to breathe. This woman. She’s not watching the trees. She’s watching me. The way my hands grip the wheel, the way my jaw flexes when I don’t smile back.

Who’s whoreshipping who?

I choke down a grin, let my knuckles flex hard on the wheel like I’m not picturing her crawling into my lap just to cry through it. Baby, just say the word, and I’ll pull over, lay you across this road, and fuck the fight right out of you with your legs shaking against the dash.

“It’s almost midnight. Where are you taking me?”

I scoff, low and dangerous. ‘What? Suddenly worried about curfews, baby?“” I don’t give a shit about time. I’ve got you. That’s all that matters.

Jessica stares at me like she doesn’t know what she does to me. My cock twitches. I almost laugh–because I’m already fucking hard, throbbing with every bratty look she throws my way tonight.

I kill the engine.

“Get out,” I say.

“No.”

I lean in then grab her ankle, yank her down flat across the seat, climb over her, cage her in with my arms, my thighs, my weight, my heat. “You want to be a brat?” I growl, nose dragging across her cheek, my breath hot and dangerous against her skin. “You think you can test me tonight, Jess? Keep it up.” Her breath hitches, just like I know it will. I lean in, my lips grazing her jaw. ‘Keep going,’ I whisper, low and deadly. ‘And I swear, Jess, I’ll make you come so hard in this car you’ll forget your own fucking name.‘

Her eyes go glassy, and I know I’ve got her. I smirk, unlocking the door before stepping out. Sometimes, I want to break her. But tonight? I’m holding back. Just a little. I still want to make her go full insane for me.

I slam the door behind me. It’s fucking cold. I count to three and when she didn’t come out, I yank the door open again, reach in, and grab her by the wrist.

“No–Grayson, seriously-”

“Shut up.”

a beat. Her breath’s shaky. Hands pressed against my chest

let her

a hand behind her neck, press

She stiffens. “Where?”

“You’ll see.”

her hand

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Chapter 41

quiet, shadows spilling like ink across the dirt path. She tries to tug away once–twice–but I just squeeze her fingers

“Grayson…”

“Trust me.”

She falls silent.

over the treetops. The night’s cold but not harsh.

it too. Her nose wrinkles. “What’s

I smirk. “Keep walking.”

She follows.

And then we’re there.

part into a small clearing,

along the stone path, warm and golden. In the middle: a heavy wooden beam suspended between two thick oaks–rope–tied on

her

“You did this?”

glance at her.

reflecting the lights. Her fingers

“This is…romantic.”

She better fucking like it. “I just thought… you’d like the moon and the quietness. And something that wasn’t fucking Aria

turns to look

mutter, nodding to the hammock. “Took me

laugh slips out

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