His Trouble Maker

Chapter 43

GRAYSON

“Fuck—“Thiss, trying to lift my hips but her hand slams down on my stomach, pinning me. “Jess–baby-”

1 fist the edge of my car seat, knuckles white, jaw clenched so hard my teeth ache. I’m watching her lose herself and for the love of the moon goddess, what the fuck is wrong with her?

She’s hot tonight. Too hot.

“Poor baby,” she whisper, lips brushing to mine. I can fucking take her all night. But I’m too fucked up having her so hot like this on me. “You look like you’re about to beg.”

“Jess–fuck-”

“Uh–uh.” Jess grab my jaw, nails digging in just enough to make my mouth fall open. Fucking whore. “You don’t get to talk. You don’t get to touch. You get to sit there and take what I give you because what?”

“What?” she growls again, grinding harder, and fuck–my hips twitch but I stay down. Barely.

My cock’s leaking already, desperate, trapped, humiliated under her heat.

I swallow. Breathe through my teeth. “Because it’s yours.”

I grip her thighs where they bracket my hips, digging my fingers in–not to hurt, but to warn. I’m barely holding it together. She knows that.

She loves that.

It had been a brutal fucking day. Watching Aria laugh with my father, all that fake sweetness coating her tongue while she talked politics like she actually had a stake in this pack’s future–I swear my ears bled. I didn’t even argue when she left. Just stood there like a good little heir, pretending I wasn’t seconds from losing it.

The second she was gone, I found her.

My girl.

My fucking chaos.

Jessica, in her sweats and scowl and that damn stubborn jaw, asking me to “practice“. I have something different in mind.

“Jess,” I say, stopping myself from chuckling because she looks so red now. My condition is for us to have this roleplay after I train her. It’s always been my fantasy. “This cock is yours. This body—yours. I want you to be possessive of me, baby.”

think I’m going to be fucking

out a shaky breath–too high,

I grin.

tipped into vulnerability, and

on her thighs so she knows I’m still letting her lead–for now. “Getting shy on

weak now. Her pout comes out halfway between bratty and wrecked. “Shut

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a second ago. Said I don’t get to talk, remember?” I cock my head, smile sharp. “Then why’re you melting all over me,

she mutters, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with something that isn’t just lust. “You always makes deal

True.

when you’re flustered,” I growl back. “Damn,

“I’m not-”

I sit up, fast.

her in my lap, chest to chest, mouth to

technique in combat,” I hiss. “I can breathe every day just to help you become a warrior, baby.” She gasps, tries

back–but I grip her ass, hold her still. “Do

wild. Jessica moves out of me and lay

deserved. I

you’ll use your power to choose me?” She mutters, but I hear the quiver in her voice. I love how she says that, like it’s a bad

that kind of corruption in the system,

lips grazing her jaw. “Baby, are you seriously

her head. At day, I love seeing her fight her way out the stupid warriors in the field. It’s my guilty

damn scared. I can hear her thoughts. She thinks she’s not good enough with one week of preparation. But, she’s really strong. Sometimes, she’s just too

a palm on the backrest just above her head, caging her in. Her thighs fall open without meaning to, like

not soft. You’re not like them, Jess. So why are you so

your father earlier,” she says, shaking and sounding so small in that way that makes me ache.

1 know.

I fucking know, baby.

opened his mouth, thinking rank gives him the right to spit on her. Thinking she’s

make her look at me. “My father is an asshole

me years to