His Trouble Maker

Chapter 91

JESSICA

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…”

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“Hmm…hmm…hmmmm…”

My arms ached first. A pulling tension in my shoulders, wrong angles and strain, wrists held above me. Shackled. The metal bit every time I moved, grinding into open skin. I tried to shift, to plant my feet, but they barely touched the ground. Just enough for balance, not enough for control.

My knees gave. The chains caught me before the fall.

Pain bloomed across my collarbones, tendons pulled too tight. I sucked in air–sharp, damp, sour–and choked on it.

“There she is,” came the voice.

“Get the fuck away from me.” My voice cracked halfway through it–dry, hoarse.

He didn’t respond. Just kept humming. Closer now.

“I swear to god, Riot, I will rip your heart out with my teeth-”

“You should hear yourself,” he interrupted softly, like I was some wild thing he was coaxing closer. “Still so much fight. Even like this.”

A fingertip–just one–slid along the inside of my arm. From elbow to armpit. I jerked. The chains rattled. The cuff bit deeper.

“Don’t touch me.”

He sighed. “But you’re so pretty when you squirm.”

His breath hit my jaw next. Warm and steady. I could almost see the way he tilted his head, watching the way I trembled.

“What do you want?” I spat. “To watch me rot? Or just jack off to the sound of me crying?”

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t stop.

If anything, he stepped closer.

“I want to keep you.”

“You’re insane.”

Probably

He sounded amused. Goddess! I’m so terrified. I wanted to cry and beg him but I knew the bastard had been keeping his mask for so long. I should’ve known he had a bigger agenda when he asked me to be assigned under him.

“You know what the problem is with you, Jessica?” he murmured. “You keep pretending you’re not exactly where you belong.”

Tjerked back as far as the chains would let me, wrists screaming. He followed.

His chest pressed against mine–not hard, not fast. Just there Impossibly steady. Unmovable.

“I belong away from you,” I hissed.

“But you look so beautiful in chains,” Riot said, like it was fact. Like he’d always known. “I think you were made for this.”

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His hand dropped–dragging down my throat, across my sternum, calloused and dry and intentional. Not grabbing. Not groping. Just knowing. His knuckles brushed between my breasts. I flinched.

He smiled.

“Stop–stop it-”

“Why?” he whispered. “Because you’re scared?” His lips grazed my cheek, voice a velvet noose tightening. “Or because this feels better than being ignored by your precious Alpha?”

I went still.

my skin. “There it is,” he said, voice molten. “That little twitch.

Grayson.

say

bit my lip

Eventually.” He nosed along the edge of my

“Fuck you,” I breathed.

Like it was already a memory. “Your alpha’s corpse is barely cold. His father’s blessing is warm. Five days, little wolf. Five days and you’ll belong to me. And when I wear the

I spat on him.

It landed. Right cheek.

thing,” he purred. “You’re

turn my face, but his fingers

girl,” he whispered. “This is the last time your

cuffs. I barely had footing.

watched it all.

up and split you open on my cock until your legs forget how to

up my

won’t. Not

behind me. I heard leather. Buckles. The sound of metal dragged against stone. His hand ghosted down

will make you ask for

tongue off before I

tongue On your knees, pretty Eventually. But

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to the front. And this time

A knife?

No.

A mirror.

silver. He

“Look.”

I didn’t.

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“Look.”

a fistful of

I saw myself.

my mouth. Dried tears. Pupils blown wide. A collarbone turned purple–blue. My lips swollen, cracked. The beginnings of

he asked softly. “The one who thought she

I didn’t answer.

He tapped the mirror.

you who

“I’ll wait years if I have to. I’ll tear you apart piece

mirror to my chest, just over my heart.

make it sweeter when you come apart begging for the hands you

I will try.

I will keep trying.

I know what really

truth out from

teeth if I

swear to the

will ruin everyone who ruined

One by one.

can’t understand why both of you are so obsessed with

That bitch!

sound raw and feral in my throat as Aria stepped into

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her face. That

She already knew.

I felt sick. The mirror in Riot’s hand caught the light and

more to myself than to them.

head like I was a dog yapping at her

didn’t you?” she said. “Poor little stray. So full of bark. So

I couldn’t breathe.

How long?

had she been part

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