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 make a strangled sound, part protest, part desperate plea. “I know that! Do you think I don’t know that, you idiot?!”
Grayson watched me with an amused expression
For half a second, I think maybe I’ve won something. Said the magic words. Maybe now he’ll touch me softer, say my name the way he does when he’s trying not to break me open.
But then–he yanks my hair.
I gasp–sharp, involuntary–as my head jerks back, spine bowing, balance shot to hell.
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“Then why the fuck do you keep pissing me off, Jessica?”
His voice is right at my ear, low and lethal. Every syllable skates over my skin like a match about to catch.
“Why do you always tell those stupid things as if you’re relinquishing them?”
“Grayson,” I whined.
Spit rolled down my neck to my chest, making my nipples glisten.
“I feel so awful,” I whispered, but he wasn’t listening. His lips were on my skin, rough and demanding, leaving a trail of fire.
He growled against my ear, “You should feel worse for making me this damn angry.” His fingers pinched my nipple hard, and I gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through me.
“Stop!” I tried to push him away, but he was stronger, his body pressing me against the wall. “You’re such a fucking-”
“Say it,” he interrupted, his voice low and dangerous. “Say it, and I’ll make you regret it even more.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. His other hand slid under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing the curve of my spine. “You’re always so fucking stubborn,” he muttered, his lips grazing my neck. “But I know what you really want.”
I shook my head, my protest weak as his hand moved to my thigh, lifting my leg to wrap around his waist.
“Grayson,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.
Grayson pulled his shirt out of his body, showing me his ripped chest. Oh my goddess. I suddenly feel so hot. I don’t know what’s happening to me or what is his plan on doing this but I am salivating.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his tone dripping with arrogance. He took a step closer, his eyes darkening as they scanned me from head to toe. My wolf was practically howling inside me, begging for more.
“Stop teasing me,” I whispered, but my voice came out breathy, needy.
Grayson’s lips curved 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 ripped my clothes leaving me with my underwear.
His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I can feel you trembling.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it escaped anyway, soft and desperate.
“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers slipping under the waistband, teasing me further.
“Please,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“Please what?” he taunted, his grip tightening just enough to make me whimper.
Before I could answer, his hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room. “Behave,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. I shuddered, my body responding despite the sting. “Does it hurt?”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Why are you sorry?”
Grayson rubbed my clit through my panties and yanked my hair further making me look at his feral gaze. I’m sobbing now because it’s so much. I don’t think he’s ever been so rough at me.
“Why are you sorry Jessica?”
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I sob, throat tightening. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to piss you..”
“Wrong.”
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He yanked my panties down in one swift motion, his fingers roughly parting me as I gasped. “You’re sorry because you ‘disobeyed me.” His hand came down hard on my ass again making me scream.
I cried out, tears streaming down my face.
“Again,” he demanded, and I flinched as his palm struck me again. “Again.”
I choked back a sob, my voice trembling. “I’ll behave, I swear.”
“Really?”
He didn’t wait, didn’t let me adjust, just shoved two fingers in and started moving. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he hissed, his free hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face, but he didn’t care. He twisted his fingers, hitting a spot that made me cry out.
“You thought you could get away with it,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Thought you could just do whatever you wanted.”
I sobbed, my body betraying me as heat pooled low in my stomach. Grayson is making me weak. He’s trying to tame me and hurt me so I won’t think of Riot’s violation. I know what he’s doing.
“Is this what Riot did huh?” His fingers twisted inside me, deeper, harder, like he was trying to carve out the memory of Riot from my body.
I bit down on my lip to stifle a cry, but it was no use. My body shuddered, betraying me.
He spat into his palm, the sound sharp and crude, before sliding his fingers back inside me, slick and brutal. “You think he cares about you? You think he felt anything for you?”
His free hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. Tears blurred my vision, but I could still see the fire in his eyes–anger, jealousy, something
darker.
Grayson’s tongue darted out, catching one of my tears as it slid down my cheek. The taste made him smirk, cruel and satisfied.
“I’m not him,” he snarled, fingers working faster, rougher. “I’ll make sure you never forget that.”
His breath was hot against my ear, his words a low growl. “You’re mine. Every part of you. You’ll beg for me before I’m done.”
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