Jason Grace X Reader Novels & Stories

A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET Chapter 4 Grace I sat and watched Vermont make love to the Mexican lady. It wouldn't faze me, I thought. I had watched Father do the same to Eloise far too many times to be fazed by this one. It wasn't something new, but then, it was. What I was seeing was new and odd. The way he trailed soft kisses over her body, meticulously sucking and caressing her nipples was looking so pleasurable that for the first time ever, I wanted it for myself.

My nipples drag across the polished wood with every shove of his hips, overstimulated, my pussy dripping, stretched tight around his cock. Slap. Slap. Slap. It echoes in the silence between words. There’s a pause outside the door. Then a sigh. “Okay,” she says softly. “Just… hurry. Everyone’s waiting.” Her footsteps recede. Jason chuckles low in his throat, pulling his hand from my mouth, trailing it down my spine like he’s smoothing silk. “Good girl,” he breathes. Then he slams into me again.

If Jace were to read the letter he’d definitely go the ends of the world to find her. I wrote another one which will shatter Jace the moment he reads it and took away the original letter. I sighed satisfactorily seeing that my plans were perfect. All that’s left is to find a way to always be with Jace while he nurtures the heartbreak and once he heals he’ll realize that I’m the right one for him. I bought the wristwatch anyways and paid for it, I was about leaving when I saw someone familiar. I was shocked and turned back to see the greatest shock of my life.

Garrett was too good a hacker to be hacked anyway. Grace’s hands trembled as she closed the email. She felt a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, confusion, and anger surged through her. How could Jack have done this? Why was he digging into her past without her knowledge? Lost in her thoughts, Grace didn’t notice Noah entering the kitchen until he spoke, startling her. She looked up, her expression a mix of shock and distress, unsure of how to process the bombshell she had just discovered about her ex husband.

I whisper, but the word is breathless, completely betrayed by my own racing heart. Jason leans down slightly, his face dipping close enough that his dark curls almost touch my forehead, his breath hot against my ear. His hands remain shoved deep in his sweatpants pockets, but his presence is suffocating. “Then look me in the eye and tell me your heart races like this for your perfect boyfriend,” he whispers, his voice a low command that sends a violent shiver straight down my spine. “Tell me you look at Elixir fucking Miller and feel this sick, suffocating ache in your chest. Tell me you imagine his hands on your body the way you imagine mine.”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Enough to satisfy him for now. But as I spread my thighs and angled the camera, I knew it was a lie. The thrill of his threat mixed with Aunt Dolores’s warning created a storm I could not escape. My scar glowed brighter beneath the habit, pulsing in time with my racing heart. Why did this scar always glow whenever I wanted to satisfy Jax? Why? I hit record, voice already breaking on a soft moan as my fingers found my slick folds. “Please…” I whispered toward the lens, knowing Jax would watch every second.

Jackson had something against Eason, some hesitation that meant that he wasn’t nearly as cemented in Grace’s life as I first thought. Grace wasn’t the type to allow anyone who had a problem with her family to remain involved in her life. I stepped back, keeping my footsteps silent, barely disturbing the air before Jackson or Grace noticed that I had seen the greeting. Eason flinched and went still. I felt him reacting to me as he edged out of the way, giving me a clear path to Jackson. Interesting. Perhaps Eason was more in touch with his lycan instincts than I had first thought. “Oh, Jackson, this is Charles!” Grace said, introducing him proudly. “We’ve known each other for forever.”

"I am your father's wife. Your line of thinking is very unethical." Jason bent forward and cast his warm breath against my face. "Ah, but I love doing unethical things like this." He was still panting rather heavily as he then buried his face into the crook of my neck. He then started licking my skin from my collarbones to the back of my ear. "Aren't you just after his money? I can give you everything he can. Am I not any better than that paralyzed old man after all? He can't satisfy you like I can."

I'd splashed my face with cold water, drowned myself in perfume, opened every window. None of it helped. He was still in my bloodstream—running through me. In every inch of me, And damn him... my heart still pounded like it was trying to break out of my chest. Those lips—sinfully perfect. That face—cut with cruel precision, all sharp lines and temptation. And his hand... God, his hand on my throat. I could still feel the imprint of his fingers, the ghost of his grip, burning just beneath my skin. Jaxon Blackwood was my favorite sin.