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“What? Scared?” Grayson ducks his head to my neck – breath dragging hot across my skin like he owns that too.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to pleasure yourself, Jess?”
“Fuck you, Grayson. You’re so stupid.”
I feel him smirk against my neck. “I know,” he says low, cocky, “but look who’s breathing hard now.”
I snap my head to the side–away from him- sharp, stubborn, petty.
Big mistake. His hand snaps out–rough–fingers curling around my jaw, gripping hard enough to sting. He jerks my face back to his, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t. You. Look. Away.”
My heart kicks hard in my chest.
His eyes are gods. He looks feral. Unhinged. Exactly like I imagined him in every filthy dream I’ll never admit to having. Guess what, Grayson? It’s not just you having those dreams. But he’ll never know that.
Damn him for making me feel like this.
“That’s right,” he mutters, dragging his thumb slow across my lips again – slower this time, like he owns the shape of my mouth now. “Right here, baby. Eyes on me. Where they fucking belong.”
I glare or I try to – but my chest is rising too fast. My whole body’s too hot.
–
“Fucking mess,” he says, almost like it’s fond. Almost like it’s mine now. “Mouthy little brat… dripping all over my thigh… and still trying to act tough.” His hand slides down–grabs my throat next – not choking, just holding. “You wanna act like you hate me?” Grayson leans in, voice a low rumble against my ear. “Fine.” His thigh grinds up – hard–between mine, rough enough to steal the sound out of my mouth. “But your pussy says otherwise.”
“F–Fuck you,” I choke, shame flooding my chest so fast I can’t swallow it down. I turn my head again. Stupid. His hand snaps back to my face- rough, no patience – grabbing my jaw hard enough to make me gasp.
“What the fuck did I just say?” Grayson snarls.
I claw at his wrist but it’s pointless. Grayson other hand drops, shoving it up under my shirt and I gasp feeling his brutal palm sliding up my ribs, over my stomach, catching the underside of my breast. “You told me I’d never have you,” Grayson growled. “Fucking lie.”
His hand snapped to my throat – rough, heavy, unrelenting. His palm pressed firm just below my jaw, cutting off my next
breath before it could even leave me.
My hands shot up to grab his wrist, nails biting into his skin. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t loosen.
His other hand clamped down on my hip–fingers digging in, bruising, pulling me forward like my body belonged to him.
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He shoved his thigh up between my legs, forcing them apart without care, dragging me down hard against the thick muscle of his leg.
I gasped sharp, ugly my knees buckling as friction shot through me.
–
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He pushed me down again, rougher, grinding me until I was rocking against him without even meaning to.
“You feel that?” His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating against my skin. “This is mine. This fucking mess is mine.”
I twisted, trying to pull back.
He yanked me forward harder.
“Run all you want,” he bit out. “I’ll just drag you back.”
His grip on my throat tightened. My head tipped back against the wall, mouth parting in a shaky gasp. My pulse hammered against his palm.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t slow.
He ground me down again, dragging me over his thigh like I weighed nothing.
Every time my hips jerked away, he pulled them right back.
Every sound I made, he punished with more.
“You told me I’d never have you?” His laugh was low, sharp, bitter. “Nah, Jess. I’ll have you any fucking time I want.”
He shoved his thigh higher, rocking it up until I swore my legs would give out. My breath broke in pieces, torn between the crushing grip on my throat and the brutal friction between my legs.
“You’re gonna fucking come on me like this,” he snarled. “Just like this- choking, shaking, begging.”
I shook
my
head–useless – the sound stuck somewhere in my chest.
His hand left my throat only to catch my jaw again, holding me still, forcing my eyes to his. His glare cut straight through me.” Why are you so fucking stupid Jessica?”
Jessica.
He called me by my full name.
Grayson took a deep breath, giving me space to breath but quickly taking it away when he give me a single kiss. “Why are you making this hard for me baby?”
Me? I’m making this hard for you?
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—
I gulped chest tight lost. Grayson Westwood
eyes locking with his and that’s when I saw it. The worst thing I could’ve seen. He looked a little
the man who was sure of everything – looked at me like he didn’t know how to touch me
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without wrecking himself.
“You make me crazy,” he said. His thumb brushed my cheek. “Some days,” his voice dropped, throat working around it, “you make me wanna discipline you.” His hand slid down–slow–cupping my jaw like I’d shatter if he grabbed any harder. “Some days,” he breathed, “I wanna chain you to my bed. Keep you there till you can’t fucking walk straight.”
My breath caught.
I want to fuck you so hard so you’ll not walk out of me when I’m trying to make you strong,” he breathes. “I want to use your throat so you’re too sore to fucking speak evil on me.”
W–What did he say?
“I can’t do it,” he muttered again, this time quieter, raw, like it gutted him to admit it out loud.
I blinked up at him, my own breath catching in my throat, my pulse beating wildly against the grip he still had at my waist,
his fingers flexing like he wanted to bruise me there – like if he held tight enough, I wouldn’t slip away.
“W–Why?” The word escaped me before I could catch it, shaky and embarrassingly small.
His eyes snapped to mine instantly.
Fuck.
The way he looked at me-
Grayson Westwood looked at me like he hated me for asking, like he hated himself more for having an answer.
Because this was the man who never hesitated.
Never questioned.
Never wavered.
But right now, his jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch, and there was something breaking wild behind his stare that made my stomach twist.
“Because if I start,” he said, dragging me closer so fast I stumbled forward, my hands flattening against his chest as if that would save me from him, “if I fucking start, Jess, I’m not stopping.”
His hands curved over my hips now – firm, claiming, like he was holding something fragile and dangerous all at once- and he pulled me up against him like he needed me pressed so close he could feel every goddamn breath I took.
“I will fuck you until there’s nothing left of that smart little mouth but my name,” he said, his voice rasping hot against my neck as he dipped his head, dragging his nose slow- too slow- across the line of my throat.
“And I will keep you,” he promised – low, filthy, absolute – and the terrifying thing was, I didn’t think it was a threat.
It was a vow.
“And I swear to fucking Moon Goddess, Jess, I will never fucking let you leave me again.”
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