His Trouble Maker
Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Chapter 112
K2 47%1
JESSICA
“I’m okay baby, really.”
Grayson sighs, burying his head further into my neck, making me laugh. I don’t think I’ve seen him cry like that earlier. My fingers brush his hair, admiring him like this. I don’t know what happened or how many days I’ve been sleeping, but I remember some fragments of what had happened before.
Ishift a little, body fucking heavy, muscles stiff like they’ve
“Jess…” voice low, rough, like it scrapes his throat raw to say it.
I feel his chest hitch, ribs brushing mine. God. I really fucked him up, didn’t I? This big, stubborn, half–feral man looking at me like I’m about to vanish if he blinks.
Fuck. He looks so… vulnerable. My hand slides down, knuckles bumping his jaw, thumb brushing the cut under his eye. When did he get that? And why is it not healing?”
Slowly, he lifts his head–fuck, it still knocks the air out of me.Hair stuck to his forehead, eyes shot red, jaw tight like it hurts him to breathe.
“Hey,” I rasp, tongue dry, voice scratchy like gravel. “W–What happened?”
Grayson looks wrecked. Worse than I remember. Like he hasn’t slept in days.
His gaze drags over my face, jaw, throat–hungry, haunted, desperate, all at once.
I shift on the mattress, heel sliding against the sheet, knee bumping his hip. The bed creaks under the weight of us both, wood complaining loud enough to drown out my heartbeat for half a second.
“Did… did I do this?” The words scrape out raw, softer than I meant, almost afraid of the answer.
His jaw tightens harder, a muscle ticking. “No, baby,” he mutters, voice rough, barely a breath. “You didn’t.”
My nails graze lower, skimming the sharp line of his throat. I feel his pulse hammer under my fingertip – quick, uneven, like he’s barely holding it together.
ask again, words spilling out shaky. “How long…
bruised skin under
like it hurts him to admit it. His hand comes
bunching under my knee. The room smells like sweat, old blood, the ash
close.
breathe, quieter. “Talk
and shaking. “… I fucking missed you,” he mutters, voice breaking on
“Grayson…”
scared I was?” His
mouth opens, but nothing
knot in my throat.
grinds out, breath hot against my cheek, “Days. Nights. Fuck–I thought… I
1/3
U/4U Mon, Sept
Chapter 112
mine, rough and desperate. The heat of him burns through my skin,
to nuzzle closer and bare her teeth at the weakness in his
My fingers lift, shaking, and I trace the cut at his cheek again. This close, I see it clearer–the split skin, dark
under my palm. “No,” he
who?” The words scrape out, half–broken. “Grayson, what the fuck
“Nothing.”
“What about Riot?”
under my hand, shoulders bunching like he’s holding back from putting his fist through the wall again. “Don’t,” he mutters, voice gone raw, almost
“Why?”
pins me–wild, ruined, wolf burning behind his eyes. “Because if I hear it
tongue dry as bone. “Stop yourself from
and dragging him back by the throat,” he breathes, voice so low it vibrates through my ribs.
I know Grayson and I know what he’s doing–throwing blood and rage at me so I’ll stop asking. “That’s not what I asked,” I rasp, voice rough, throat burning.
ticking so hard it must hurt. His breath
he mutters, voice barely there, like gravel
through the thin cotton stretched over his ribs.
Read His Trouble Maker Chapter 112 TODAY
The novel His Trouble Maker has been updated Chapter 112 with many unexpected details, removing many love knots for the male and female lead. In addition, the author Novelxo is very talented in making the situation extremely different. Let's follow the Chapter 112 of the His Trouble Maker HERE.
Keywords are searched:
Novel His Trouble Maker Chapter 112
Novel His Trouble Maker by Novelxo