His Trouble Maker

Chapter 103

JESSICA

“Grayson! I don’t like this!”

My legs shook gently and I whimpered as I felt him tie my hands behind my back. I don’t know what Grayson is doing but I am sure as hell this is so far from the conversation that we had earlier.

It was like he’s a different person now.

He’s standing there watching me squirm while I curse his name, I don’t like where this is going and I am sure as hell he doesn’t have any fetish of ropes or

whatsoever.

Did I push him that much?

Is that it?

Is he doing this to get revenge? To punish me?

To my surprise, Grayson went to get a chair and pull it in front of me. I feel so humiliated being face to face to his bulge and very humiliated too because he’s not saying anything except his serious glare.

“If you want to fuck me, you can ask for it, damn it!” I shouted, moving away except he just pulled me back as if I am where I belong. “This is not really funny!”

He leans forward slowly, forearms braced on his knees. “Do you think I’m joking?” His voice is low. “Because the way I see it…” He lets the silence stretch, lets my breathing catch.“…you’ve been begging for me to shut that smart little mouth of yours all night.”

I try to look away.

He grips my chin between two fingers and tilts it back. “Eyes on me.”

God, I hate how good that sounds coming from him. “I’m not some toy,” I whisper.

“No,” he agrees. “You’re mine.”

A sound escapes me. I don’t know if it’s a gasp or a moan.

“And you like when I take control, don’t you?” He tilts his head. “Even when you pretend to hate it.”

My knees buckle slightly.

“I should leave you like this for a while,” he murmurs. “Let you cool off. Let you rethink why Riot can’t have you…” His fingers trail down my throat, featherlight.

*…because you’re mine.”

“I

with an

something. Said the magic words. Maybe now he’ll touch me softer,

then–he yanks

my head jerks back,

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Chapter 103

do you keep pissing

is right at my ear, low and lethal. Every syllable skates over

tell those stupid

“Grayson,” I whined.

to my chest,

but he wasn’t listening. His lips were on my

against my ear, “You should feel worse for making me this damn angry.” His fingers pinched

him away, but he was stronger, his body pressing me against

his voice low and dangerous. “Say it, and I’ll make

the curve of my

protest weak as his hand moved to my thigh, lifting my leg

breathed, my voice

goddess. I suddenly feel so hot. I don’t know what’s happening to me

eyes darkening as they scanned me from head to toe. My wolf

I whispered, but my voice came out breathy,

into a wicked grin. “Who’s teasing?” he said, his hand reaching out, turning me around so I am on my knees. In just instant, he

down my spine. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I can feel you

back a

fingers slipping under the

my hips

taunted, his grip tightening just enough to make me

on my ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room. “Behave,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. I shuddered, my body responding

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Why are you sorry?”

me look at his feral gaze. I’m sobbing now because it’s so much. I don’t think he’s ever

are you sorry

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