His Trouble Maker

Chapter 105

Chapter 105

GRAYSON

I need to tie her up.

I need to fucking tie her up because I won’t be able to hold her down for much longer now.

Jessica is still trying to ripClaim Me or Kill Me me apart when I tore some of my shirt to tie down her wrist. I feel so guilty doing this to her but I can’t think of anything else.

“Stay. Fucking. Down.”

“Make it stop,” she chokes, voice high and raw and wet with whatever’s left of her humanity, “please, Grayson–it hurts–he’s inside me-”

Islam my hand over her mouth, not to shut her up, but because if she says his name again I’m going to lose the last thread of restraint I’ve got left and fuck her so hard this whole cabin comes down around us.

Her arms are stretched above her head, wrists bound tight to the post with the belt I yanked off in a panic, legs pinned under mine as she thrashes and sobs and curses me with my name.

I keep going anyway.

“Kill me,” she gasps when I let her speak, “before I hurt you–before I become-”

When I am done, Nook at her and I can barely forgive myself. She’s tied like an animal in the post, breathing my name and begging me to kill her. Jessica’s claws are out and that means she can barely control herself too.

I kneet in front of her and look at what’s left.

Her pupils are wrong. Too wide, too bright. Her mouth is still trembling.

“You don’t get to ask me to kill you,” I whisper, voice thick, low, shaking. “Fight it Jess. Fight it for me, baby. Please.”

She’s sobbing now, teeth gritted, arms shaking above her head like she wants to tear the restraints apart and gut me.

“Then claim me,” she says, voice split open with pain. “Please, Grayson–please–just claim me, mark me, do something before he–before it-”

She’s not crying anymore.

She’s panting. Open–mouthed, eyes wild, wrists bound and bloodied against the post.

It hurts me seeing her like this.

Jessica is begging me for the one thing I can’t fucking give her, begging me with her whole body, soaked and shaking and perfect in her ruin. She doesn’t even realize what she’s saying. She doesn’t understand that if I mark her now, it might destroy her.

“Why can’t you mark me?!” she screams.

“Jess-”

“No!” she thrashes, hips jerking under mine, wrists bloodied in the restraints. “You don’t really love me, Grayson. You never fucking did.”

“Don’t.”

“You love her.”

The word slices me in half.

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“You love Aria.”

that. She can’t. It’s just the poison, Grayson. I kept telling myself that to

body reacts

side of her, knuckles white, jaw grinding so hard I think I taste bone. Her chest heaves. Her eyes glint, spiteful through tears. Her thighs twitch open wider and I

growl.

nods. Smiling now. Sick, shattered. Beautiful like

mouth.

her a chance to talk. “Don’t you fucking doubt my love for

face twisted, throat working under

don’t love me,” she gasps. “You never loved me—you just want to

kiss her to shut her

”

splits against my teeth and she jerks, snarling, hands fighting the restraints like she’d claw my face off if she could. I kiss her harder. Deeper.

She wants to. Wants to push me until I break her in

So I will.

all the control not

thick and aching, barely held back. My hands are shaking where I’ve got her pinned, one at her throat, the other bracing her hip like I’m about to snap her in two. She’s writhing under me, furious and desperate, soaked, her body begging me

She’s mine.

can’t

where it won’t be dominance, it’ll be destruction. And I want it. God, I want it. Want to tear the belt off and shove inside her, bite her, brand her, fuck her until she forgets how to say his

name and bleeds.

But I stop.

her blood in my mouth. I’m shaking. I’m hard. I’m wrecked, She’s panting on the mattress, wrists stretched, chest heaving, sweat and spit and

She looks ruined.

I’ve done is

dragging both hands through my hair, turning away, breathing like I’m going to shift if I don’t calm down. My claws are pressing against my skin, threatening to break. I want to punch a hole through

me, her voice cracks.

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I can’t answer.

the answer is I would kill

left Jessica

and then I’ll mark her without caring what it does to her. So I walk out instead half wild, hard as hell, every muscle in my body wired to explode. I slam the door behind me and lean against the outside of the cabin like the wood

in.

It can’t.

dig my hands into the dirt like I could bury it all–the need, the fury, the sound of her

She doesn’t get it.

thinks this

It’s mercy.

I fucking hate

the tree line like an animal. Theo and Pierce better get back soon, because I swear to god if I’m left out here with

out of the trees first. Limping. Face streaked with something dark. His shirt’s torn at the collar, and there’s a cut across his cheekbone that’s already clotting. Pierce is behind him–arms scratched to hell, jaw locked,

they’ve

So do I.

Theo says, slow, watching me like I’m a lit fuse.

Just rub the heel of my hand over my mouth, trying to erase the blood from my lips.

inside,” I say. “Tied

Pierce stiffens. “What?”

what