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.

mean. Like he felt the moment he got under my skin. “There it is,” he said, voice molten. “That little twitch. That little drop in your breath. The moment you

Grayson.

Don’t say

lip until

Riot continued. “I’ll carve him out of you. Eventually.” He nosed along the edge of my throat, inhaling like a dog scenting something sweet. “You’ll

“Fuck you,” I breathed.

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 crown…” he paused, breathing in against my jaw, “you’ll wear my mark. My

I spat on him.

It landed. Right cheek.

thing,” he purred.

my face, but his fingers hooked

whispered. “This is the last

cuffs. I barely had footing. My toes scraped against the stone, trying to find purchase, power,

watched it

split you open on my cock until your legs forget how

crept up my

i won’t.

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

will make you ask

tongue off before I

On your knees, pretty Eventually. But not yet. No…” He sighed,

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the front. And this time he

A knife?

No.

A mirror.

silver. He

“Look.”

I didn’t.

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“Look.”

fistful of

I saw myself.

turned purple–blue. My lips swollen, cracked. The beginnings of what I knew would become a bruise around

“The one who

I didn’t answer.

He tapped the mirror.

the last version of you who thought you had

years if

my

hope you try,” he whispered. “That’ll make it sweeter when you come apart begging for the

I will try.

I will keep trying.

what

the truth

if I have

to

everyone who

One by one.

of you

That bitch!

and feral in my throat as Aria stepped into the

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wasn’t confusion on her face. That

She already knew.

felt sick. The mirror in Riot’s hand caught

than to

like I was a dog yapping at

you?” she said. “Poor little stray. So full of bark.

I couldn’t breathe.

How long?

long had she been part of

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