Mark Grayson Hot Novels & Stories

Chris stared at me in shock, but he still refused to let go of my wrist. "You actually hit me for his sake!" Drake must have noticed the commotion because he strode toward us without hesitation. As he got closer, his gaze fell on Chris' hand gripping mine, and his brows furrowed. "Let go of Fiora!" Drake demanded. "You have no right to tell me what to do. Fiora is my mate!" Chris growled and yanked me into his arms.

"You like being my dirty little secret." "Yes, Sir," Eli gasped, his voice hoarse. "I love it." "Good," Grayson growled. He reached around and wrapped his hand around Eli's cock, which was hard and leaking. He began to stroke him in time with his thrusts, his rough, calloused hand a delicious friction against Eli's sensitive skin. "Then I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to mark you as mine."

"We think she's single, so what do you think? Could you see her out on a date with you?" "No, I can't see it, but she'd look good," Mark replied. "So that's another yes," Lakshmi noted. "Right, next up is Ari Graynor, another actress." "I recognize her," Mark nodded, then shrugged. "Sure." "Right," Lakshmi said, giving him a funny look. "What is it?" "Nothing. Just.. you seem to be quite chilled about this in comparison to the last time we talked about it," She said carefully.

I instinctively reached for a knife from the cutlery rack and turned swiftly, directing the knife at the person who had been behind me. Who just happened to be Grayson. He was leaning against the doorframe, his sweatpants hung low on his waist, revealing just the start of that taunting v line. And he was shirtless. Grayson was absolutely shirtless. And he looked fucking hot. His dark hair was messy, but in an I-just-tumbled-right-out-of-bed-and-can't-be-bothered kind of way. His strong arms were crossed over his muscled chest, and his eyes were fixed solely on the knife in front of me but that wasn't what caught my attention. I was seeing his entire tattoo.

“Sir, the Mark angle is working. Look!” The central screen shifted. Headlines updated in real time: “New Allegations Emerge: Mark Grayson’s History of Abuse Surfaces.” “Leaked Recordings Show Grayson hitting his wife until she passed out.” Good. Good. Push harder. “Don’t stop until Mark’s name is rotting in the gutter,” I growled. The kid nodded like his life depended on it. I shut my eyes, locking my hands behind my back, forcing myself still. The storm was shifting, the tide rolling in my favor.

And the moment those sensuous lips begin leaving soft kisses from below my ear, to my collar bone, my knees weaken completely. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," Grayson murmurs against my neck, taking advantage of my breathlessness. My hands, once frozen by my sides tentatively quiver their way up to his shoulder, my fingers gripping into the hard muscle through his shirt fervently. No scraps of teeth against my neck hints he wants to mark me in this situation, which is a relief. Instead, he trails his kisses higher, across my chin, with his torturous hands kneading my side.

Like the growing threats outside were pushing us closer, making every touch count more, like it might be stolen from us at any moment. Grayson laid me down gently on the bed, hovering over me as his mouth explored every inch he could reach. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped against my neck, kissing and sucking a mark just below my ear. “Been thinking about this all day. About tasting you again.” I shivered as he kissed lower, his tongue swirling around one nipple before drawing it into his hot mouth. I arched off the bed with a gasp, fingers tightening in his hair. “Grayson… yes…” The wet heat of his mouth sent sparks straight between my legs.

I ran to the bathroom excitedly to see what Grayson had placed on me. I gasped as I took in the bold mark, he had placed it in the same spot I had, just above my collar bone. Grayson's mark was a full, dark blue moon. Its colouring was amazing, I turned off the lights and watched as it lit up in the dark. I jumped as I felt Grayson's large hands snake around my waist. He didn't need to say anything, I could feel his thoughts and knew he wasn't done with me yet. I squealed as he carried me back to the bed. Our eyes met for the briefest of seconds, enough to let him know I was ready.

Gramps said as he hit his walking stick on the ground. "Dad,he's the president. He's busy. I'm surprised he could come here on a Monday" Allison defended. "So McClain's son is your boyfriend?" He asked as she moved closer to him and ate out of his snack "I'm not even sure again. I'm confused" "Don't you worry your little head. If a guy tries to hurt you tell me dear, I'll break their bones and feed it to them" Gramps said and hugged her. Allison laughed. "Are you even strong enough? How would you break someone's bones? Just enjoy your movie" Allison said and stood up. She went to her room and brought out her phone.

guy but tends to be a playboy. Shit, with the way he looks and the energy he oozes, I’m not surprised, hell he has been the starring role in my recent shower releases. Grayson is close to the same but much more discrete. However, Audrie has experience with Grayson. She tells me about a hot and steamy hook-up they had outside of this Club on the outskirts of Clear Creek.