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Jessica
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“What? You want five pups?” I laugh, trying to push Grayson because he’s breathing on my damn neck. Ugh. When is he going to be satisfied with me? Well, I hope not because the man has skills.
I heard him chuckle beside me, making me frown. Sometimes, I think he’s, you know…stupid or crazy because I always caught him laughing at nothing!
Trolled my eyes, but my heart skipped a beat. Damn him. “You’re laughing at me? Again? You know, one day I’m gonna figure out what’s going on in that messed–up head of yours.”
“Good luck with that,” he shot back, leaning on the headboard and shutting his eyes.
My alpha–tired after two rounds. The thought made me bite back a laugh.
Slowly, I crawled on top of him, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His eyes snapped open instantly, dark and blazing, like a wolf catching scent of prey. His growl was low, guttural, and it made my stomach flip.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he rumbled, his voice rough.
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “Just checking if you’re really as spent as you’re acting.”
His hands shot up, gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d slip away. “You’re playing with fire, little wolf.”
“Really?” I gasped, grinding against his thighs. I don’t know why but having sex with Grayson is literally a dream come true. Shit. My legs were trembling, my fingers digging into his shoulders like I might fall if I let go.
Grayson’s lips curled into a smirk. “You’re shaking,” he growled, his voice low. “You like it that much?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was dry, my heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. His fingers trailed up on my arms before it circles around my neck. I bit my lip, holding back the moan threatening to escape. His grip tightened just a fraction, and I swear I saw a flicker of satisfaction in his gaze.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost feral.
I shook my head, a tiny defiance that only made him more into this.
“So stubborn,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “My stubborn whore.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. A whimper escaped my lips, and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
“So stubborn,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “My stubborn whore.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. A whimper escaped my lips, and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
“That’s it,” he said, choking me more, “Grind that greedy pussy in my thigh.”
I hesitated for a second, but his free hand slapped my ass hard, making me yelp. “Do it.”
“No.”
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“What?”
I stop, breathing heavily just to piss him off. “I said no.”
His eyes darkened and as if he’s reading my mind, he ask me, “What game are you playing at, baby?”
I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want to tie you up.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I want you tied up. Helpless.”
His smirk faded, replaced by something sharper. ” Jessica. This is not funny, baby. Fuck.”
“Please?”
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Grayson is watching me as I stand on the side of the bed, waiting for his answer. It’s stupid but I really want to do it. Imagine the all mighty alpha Grayson tied up and helpless in my bed? I’ll literally die out of happiness.
“Fine, he growled, finally. “But don’t make me regret this.”
“Oh, I won’t,” I said, grinning like an idiot as I grabbed the rope from the drawer. His eyes tracked every move I made, intense and unblinking. I tied his wrists to the bedposts, making sure the knots were tight.
“Happy now?” he asked, voice rough.
“Almost,” I said, climbing over him.
His breath hitched as I straddled him, hands roaming. ” Don’t do anything stupid.”
I smirked, running my hands down his chest. “Who, me?”
He let out a low growl, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Relax, alpha. I’ll be gentle.”
“Like hell you will,” he muttered, but I could see the flicker in his eyes, the one that told me he was just as into this as I was.
leaned down, my lips brushing his ear. “Don’t fight it.”
His breath hitched, and I could feel him struggling against the ropes, testing them. But they held firm.
“Good boy,” I whispered, biting down on his earlobe.
He let out a sharp breath, his hips bucking up against me. “Damn it!”
“Fuck you,” he snapped, but his voice was strained, like he was barely holding it together.
I slapped his chest, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Watch your mouth, alpha.”
His eyes darkened, and I could feet him struggling against the ropes again. “You’re pushing it.”
“Am 17” I said, moving my hand tower, my fingers brushing against him. He cursed under his breath, his body trembling
“Damn it,” he muttered, his voice breaking.
I laughed, leaning down to kiss him. “Relax, Grayson. Always remember I love you
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I love you.
I’m in love with you.
I will always love you.
My eyes snapped open, and I growled, feeling the stinging sensation in my side. Felt like someone had taken a bite out of me. I rolled onto my back, my breath ragged, and winced as my fingers brushed against the raw wound. Blood.
Riot.
I don’t know why I quickly search for him. My head throbbed, and my body felt weak, like I’d been dragged through hell and back. I tried to sit up, but my muscles screamed in protest.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. My voice sounded rough, shaky.
Footsteps. Soft, but there. I froze, my ears straining. Someone was nearby. My heart started pounding, loud enough to drown out
the silence.
“You’re awake.”
The voice was familiar. I turned my head, and there he was. Theo. Shit.
“Where’s Riot?”
I glared at him, forcing myself to sit up, even though it felt like my body was tearing itself apart. “What did you do to him, Theo?”
It’s as if I triggered something inside him that he quickly crouches down and gripped my jaw. Theo crouched down, his hand gripping my jaw. His eyes were dark, almost wild. “Why are you looking for him, Jessica?”
1 glared, nails digging into my palms. “If you touched him-”
He laughed, cutting me off. “Relax. He’s alive. For now.”
My stomach dropped. “Theo, I swear-”
“You’re in no position to make threats,” he said, stepping closer. His breath was hot, too close. “Worry about yourself.”
I didn’t back down. “Where is he?”
Theo tilted his head, studying me like I was some kind of puzzle. He looked… off. Like something inside him had cracked.
“You’re bleeding,” he said, his voice low.
“No kidding.” I shot back, my words biting.
He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You always fight me. Why?”
I didn’t answer. My eyes darted around the room, looking for an out, a weapon, anything.
“Always the hard way,” he said, shaking his head.
“Yeah, well, that’s me,” I muttered, my voice tight.
He moved, suddenly, grabbing my wrist. His grip was rough, almost painful. ” Did you enjoy my bite?”
I froze. My skin screamed where he held me. The memory of his teeth sinking in flashed–sharp, brutal. I could still feel the ache in my side, raw and throbbing. Weak.
“Let go,” I said, low, dangerous.
He didn’t. Instead, he leaned in, his free hand brushing the wound on my side. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“What do you want, Theo?”
His eyes darkened, something animalistic flickering in them. “You.”
My chest tightened. I yanked my arm, but he held firm.
“Always trying to run,” he said, pulling me closer. His voice was a growl now, low and harsh. “But you’re not going anywhere.”
My body reacts before my brain does–muscles coiling, weight shifting, ready to break his knee if I get one inch of space. But he reads it. His other hand catches my hip, pins it. Fuck.
I keep my jaw locked. My heart’s stuttering, not from fear—rage.
“You think you’ve got some fucking claim on me?” I snap, twisting again.
“You burned it into me,” he says, pushing me back against the wall, slow and brutal, like he’s trying to remind me what I did. “You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to wake up every fucking day with your scent in my mouth?”
His palm braces beside my head. My wrists caught, tight between us. His thigh jams between mine again, and this time, he pushes up. “You made me yours. Now I’m coming to collect.”
My head slams back. “You’re fucking insane.’
He leans in until his lips barely touch mine. “That makes two of us.”
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Chapter 133
Chapter 133
JESSICA
Riot is not dead.
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I am sure of that after I overheard some of Theo’s men talking about it. The walls are not thick enough to conceal their plans for me.
Damn it. I need to get out of here.
I lick my lips–dry, cracked, bloody–and stare at the only window in this shithole. Too high, too narrow, but if I could just get my hands free, if I could stand without my knees giving out, I could maybe–fuck.
I jerk myself higher, half–dragging a useless leg, hoping I’ll fucking reach the only window in this place. Theo must’ve shoved me in some hole no one can smell me in–smart bastard.
If I can just–fuck–reach that goddamn window….my eyes snapped open and I quickly went back to the corner side when I heard some footsteps outside.
He’s here.
Theo’s here.
No.
No, no, fuck no.
“Stay the fuck away,” I hiss, low and hoarse, barely sound. My fingers tighten around the rusted pipe I dragged from the corner–my only weapon. My only goddamn chance. It’s shaking in my grip. Or maybe that’s me. Doesn’t matter. I’ll split his fucking skull open before he have me.
“Let go of the pipe, baby,” Theo purrs, throwing a stack of plates against the far wall.
The sound makes me jump in an instant, and I’ll be damned because everything in me has been sensitive ever since he bit me–skin too raw, ears too sharp, blood too hot and crawling.
He’s doing this on purpose. That sick, grinning bastard.
I don’t let go of the pipe.
Theo steps forward, and I keep on stepping back so the bastard won’t reach me.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he croons, cocking his head like a predator pretending to be curious. “Scared I’ll bite again?”
I tighten my hold. My back hits the far wall.
No more space left.
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His eyes drop to my chest–watching it rise too fast, watching me breathe wrong, shake wrong, exist wrong.
“Careful, Jess. You’re leaking fear.”
He says it like it’s delicious.
I shift the pipe in my grip, angle it toward his face. “Come closer,” I croak. “See what else I’ll leak.”
“God, I missed your mouth.”
One step closer and I’ll swing. I swear to fucking moon goddess. I’ll rip his skull and feed it to his men. outside.
“You smell like heat,” he says, voice soft, almost admiring. “It’s driving me insane.”
I bare my teeth. “Good. Rot in it.”
But my thighs are slick.
Betrayal, right there between my legs.
Theo tips his head, tongue grazing the inside of his cheek like he can taste it from here. His boots drag slow across the concrete, calculated, lazy–he’s hunting me without moving fast
“You want to kill me so bad, don’t you?” he growls, eyes blazing with that fucked–up hunger. “All that rage, all that heat… I can smell it dripping off you. It’s making me hard.”
I spit in his face.
He grins–sharp, feral, bloodthirsty–and wipes it off with the back of his hand.
I swing the pipe hard. Miss his skull by an inch and hear it crack into the wall–dust rains down.
Theo lunges. I twist to dodge, but he’s faster. Grabs the pipe mid–swing, wrenches it out of my grip like it’s a toy, and throws it across the room with a clang. I slam back against the wall, breath knocked out of me, my useless leg folding.
Still, I snarl. Still, I claw.
He pins me anyway–chest to mine, mouth at my throat, hands braced hard against the wall like he’s caging a rabid thing. Which I am.
“I love playing with you, Jessica,” Theo snarls, and before I can spit another curse, he slams me down–hard. My back hits cold concrete, skull bouncing once, and his weight pins me like a kill. His palm grips my throat -not tight, just enough to remind me he could crush it. “But fucking cat,” he growls against my jaw, breath hot and rank with blood. “We’ve got somewhere to be.”
He drags the tray across the floor with his boot and kicks it closer–meat still steaming, still bleeding. My stomach twists. My mouth waters. The scent–iron and marrow and kill–hits me so hard I almost moan.
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I shove the tray away.
“I’m not your bitch.”
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Theo laughs. He leans down, tongue dragging up the shell of my ear, slow and taunting.
“But your body is starving like one.”
I twist, dig my nails into his ribs, try to bite his cheek but he jerks back laughing, fucking howling, and the sound tears through me–wrong, right, I can’t tell anymore.
“I’ll be back by five. Eat or you’ll die starving in the fucking road. I don’t fucking care.”
Theo’s right.
I don’t want to fucking die.
I stare at the meat. Bloody. Raw. Still steaming. The fucking nerve–he knows what this does to me. He wants me to break.
Wants me to crawl.
My fingers twitch.
No.
No.
Fuck him.
But my gut twists like it’s trying to fist itself, and saliva floods my mouth so fast I choke on it. My nails dig into my thighs–hard, deep, enough to tear. I bite my tongue to keep from whimpering. I feel like I’m vibrating, my skin too tight, breath coming in sharp and wrong.
Meat.
Animal.
Mine.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and crawl. On all fours like a fucking starved animal,
I snatch the meat and sink my teeth in–ripping, biting, chewing like it insulted me. Like I’m punishing it for being what he gave me. Warm grease drips down my chin, soaks into my shirt. I’m chewing so fast I can’t breathe. I gag once. I keep going anyway.
I’m not crying. I’m not crying.
But my whole body’s shaking like it’s been wrung out, and my lungs are working double just to get air through the fucking stench of shame.
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He’s not even here and I can feel him smiling.
That sick, cocky bastard.
Probably stroking his cock thinking about this.
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I swallow a chunk too big and nearly choke. Slam a fist into the floor to ride it out. My stomach snarls like it’s alive, my spine sparks like it’s trying to shift under my skin.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and taste blood. Mine, maybe. I don’t care.
I fucking hate him.
And I’m going to kill him.
After I eat every last bite.
True to his word, he’s back five minutes later. Maybe less. His eyes flash hunger when he sees me crawling back on the corner of the place.
“Good girl,” he sneers. “Told you, we’re going to have so much fun if you’re just obedient, Jess.”
I don’t answer. He’s already stalking the window, checking the bars like he’s locking up a fucking stray. I stay crouched, blood in my mouth, meat still rotting on my tongue.
After some time, he grabs me by the arm and yanks me up. I did not question where he’s taking me. I’m busy trying to make sense of the whole place so I can plan my escape.
I lurch forward and he shoves me again, harder, until my shoulder clips the edge of a broken sink and I snarl. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Strip,” he says.
My eyes snap to him. “Do it,” he growls. “Or I’ll do it for you.”
“Where are you taking me?”
He tilts his head like he wants to savor the words crawling up my throat. Then he laughs–low, ugly, hungry. “I’m taking you to Grayson.”
H–He’s…taking me to?
“W–What?”
He yanks me forward, close enough that his breath hits my mouth. “Thought you’d like a little reunion,” he says, “Plus, I have a surprise for him.”
Surprise? What surprise?
I don’t know why but I’m starting to get scared for Grayson.
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