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.”

believe that. She can’t. It’s just the poison, Grayson. I

my body

mattress on either 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 hate her for a second, I fucking hate her for

growl. “You think I

Sick, shattered. Beautiful

of her mouth. I bet you fuck me with your eyes closed just to

by the throat, not giving her a chance to talk. “Don’t you fucking doubt my love for

me, face twisted, throat

“You never loved me—you

kiss her to shut her

”

it, take everything–her breath, her whimper, the venom in her voice–eat it down and shove my tongue into her mouth like I’m fucking her with it. Her lip splits against my teeth and she jerks, snarling, hands fighting the restraints like she’d claw my

push me until I break her in half just to

So I will.

all the control not to fully claim

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 even while

She’s mine.

can’t

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.

tear my mouth off hers and shove myself off the bed like I’ve been burned, stumbling back with her taste on my tongue and 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 defiance pouring off her skin like

She looks ruined.

all I’ve done is kiss

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 the wall. I want to rip Riot’s scent out

cracks. “Why won’t you touch

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I can’t answer.

is I would kill you with

left Jessica like

back. If I do, I won’t leave. I’ll finish it. I’ll fuck her so deep she forgets her own name 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

in.

It can’t.

riot. I dig my hands into the dirt like I could bury it all–the need, the fury, the sound of her begging me to love her like I haven’t been trying to not destroy her since the moment she looked at me

She doesn’t get it.

this

It’s mercy.

I fucking hate her for needing

pace 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 the

a cut across his cheekbone that’s already clotting. Pierce is behind him–arms scratched to hell,

like they’ve been through

So do I.

Theo says, slow, watching me like I’m a

my hand over my mouth, trying to

inside,” I say. “Tied

Pierce stiffens. “What?”

not what