His Trouble Maker

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.

is,” he said, voice molten. “That little twitch. That little drop in

Grayson.

say his

lip

you. Eventually.” He nosed along the edge of my throat, inhaling like a dog scenting

“Fuck you,” I breathed.

Five days, little wolf. Five days and you’ll belong to me. And when I wear the crown…” he paused,

I spat on him.

It landed. Right cheek.

purred. “You’re

but his fingers hooked

this, pretty girl,” he whispered. “This is

I barely had footing. My

watched it all. Patient.

fuck you right now,” he said. “String you up and split you open on my cock until your

Bile crept up my throat. I wanted

won’t. Not

sound of metal dragged against stone. His hand ghosted down my back, over my abs,

will make you ask for

fucking tongue

Eventually. But not yet. No…” He sighed, mack regretful. “First, I need

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front. And this

A knife?

No.

A mirror.

Cracked. Framed in tarnished silver. He held it up to

“Look.”

I didn’t.

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“Look.”

a fistful of my hair and

I saw myself.

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

softly. “The one who thought she was

I didn’t answer.

He tapped the mirror.

who thought you had choices.

I whispered. “I’ll wait years if

mirror to my chest, just over my heart. His other hand palmed

it sweeter when you come apart begging

I will try.

I will keep trying.

know what

I drag the truth

teeth if

swear to

will ruin everyone

One by one.

understand why both of you are so obsessed

That bitch!

growled, the sound raw and feral in my throat as Aria stepped into

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face. That

She already knew.

sick. The mirror in Riot’s hand caught the light and fractured it across the stone walls like a

myself than to them. My knees buckled slightly.

like I was a dog yapping at

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

I couldn’t breathe.

How long?

had she