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.”

going to be fucking insane

shaky breath–too high, too flustered–and tries to

I grin.

trip just tipped into vulnerability, and I fucking love

murmur, low and dangerous, keeping my hands planted on her thighs so she knows I’m still letting her

pout comes out halfway between bratty and wrecked.

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Chapter 43

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

chest. “You’re such an asshole,” she mutters, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with something that

True.

flustered,” I growl back. “Damn, I can

“I’m not-”

I sit up, fast.

in my lap, chest to chest, mouth

more technique in combat,” I hiss. “I can breathe every day just to

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

of me and lay her back on the seat. I cannot help but chuckle because this is

deserved. I

hear the quiver in her voice. I love how she says

of corruption

I echo, lips grazing her jaw. “Baby, are you seriously calling me

in the field. It’s my guilty pleasure. An alpha like me don’t really

I can hear her thoughts. She thinks she’s not good

on the backrest just above her head, caging her in. Her thighs fall open

“You’re not soft. You’re not like them, Jess.

in that way that makes me

1 know.

I fucking know, baby.

thinking rank gives him

said, trying to make her look at me. “My father is an asshole

me years