Mark Grayson X Reader Novels & Stories

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.

"Next time I want to see your face when you break." A violent shiver ran down my spine. My core clenched hard around nothing, another rush of wetness escaping me despite the terror gripping my mind. I imagined his voice saying those words in person, that deep, dominant timbre I had only heard in passing during company meetings, now directed solely at me. The thought of Jax watching my face contort in pleasure and shame made my scar burn hotter beneath my palms. The golden mark pulsed stronger, sending waves of heat straight to my swollen clit.

STIX There was nothing romantic in the way Gabriel Greyson took me. Yet, it was personal and purposeful. Leaving me confused about our interaction. Even as I walk with Seffy down the old, dated street, Derek a few paces in front of us, I couldn’t get the grumpy alpha and how his hard body had made me feel, out of my head.

“Come on, I haven’t seen a mark like this before. Touching won’t hurt.” Now that he mentioned it... I hadn’t seen one like it either. The mark curled over my collarbone in a wild, dark pattern—black and silver, like ink laced with starlight, alive with faint pulses that beat in sync with my heart. It looked like flames licking across my skin, elegant yet feral. “You’re a lost cause,” Rory muttered, rolling his eyes. “What? I’m curious!” “Don’t say we didn’t warn you,” Xavier said, shaking his head as I gave Ryan a hesitant nod.

James Grayson III was awfully much awake, smirking at her, and very much letting his eyes drift over every single inch of her. "You filthy —!" "And a decent morning to you too, sweetheart! Fancy a morning sex?" Her hand shot out and pulled the silky blanket, grabbing it off the bed against her body as she backed away, glaring at him at the same time "Are you out of your mind?!" "Nope, my sweet…"James Grayson just cracked up, sitting up and then tilting back against the headboard with his hands intertwined behind his head. His glamorous, perfect, muscles flexed, his abs rippling as he smirked that alluring, arrogant smile at her. Grace's eyes lowered, and when she saw the flimsy coveringet te

Hovering over me, collar still around my throat, he drove back inside with savage need. “Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded. Our eyes locked as he claimed me. The firelight danced across his muscular chest. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back as another climax threatened. “Come inside me,” I whispered desperately. “Fill your stepdaughter’s pussy.” With a deep, animalistic groan, Marcus buried himself deep and came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded me, pulse after pulse, as he growled my name. I came one final time with him, moaning brokenly into his mouth as we kissed.

My eyes frantically searching around for the intruder until they fall on a old lady sitting in a secluded corner, a scok etched on her lips. "Can't a old lady get her peace and quiet around here." Fuck that shit. I turn back to Grayson, grabbing his neck as I savour his lips, giving him access iny mouth. Why haven't I tried it before? (Another night update....I feel great....almost to the end lovilies....feeling so sad already. Check out my other books 'Mrs Xavier' and 'Beautifully Damaged.' if you haven't. Hope you liked it? Please rate and comment. Love yal. ADIOS.)

Quin lay limp, her body twitching with aftershocks, feeling the sticky mess of sweat and cum cooling on her skin. Jade climbed off Quin’s face, collapsing onto the narrow strip of mattress beside her with a satisfied sigh. Marcus slowly pulled out his semi-hard cock, a wet gush of fluid following his withdrawal, and sat back on his heels, looking down at the wreckage of the girl beneath him. Mara lifted her head, her chin shiny and slick, a wicked grin plastered on her face. "Get over here," Marcus growled, his voice stripped of any patience as he saw the grin on Mara’s face. There was no gentle transition, no sweet words of aftercare. He grabbed Mara by the ankle, dragging her across the ma

Marcus was lying there with his hair long and scattered around him, his dark, dangerous eyes had a spark of blood red that stared at me calmly, but that made my heart skip and my eyes go hot. His body, naked—from his chest down to his toes. I saw scars all over his body, but they made me want to worship him even more. His hands, they moved towards me and suddenly grabbed me and pulled me to his side, then… and then… he slammed his lips on mine. His lips… they tasted like his scent—mint, but sweet, which made me intoxicated. But that wasn't all. I watched as his hand moved, slowly, but torturously. They moved from my neck, then fell on his body. I watched with bated breath as he caressed his

Laurice beamed, immediately wrapping her arm around Gray. The guys howled and cheered, while the girls threw Laurice envious glares. Gray grinned wide, letting his eyes drop to the swell of her cleavage. His mouth watered just imagining those perfect nipples between his lips. He wanted her badly. “Yeah, and I missed you, babe,” Gray whispered seductively into her ear, giving it a playful nibble. Laurice giggled like a teenager. One of her hands slid up his thigh. “I missed your big, fat cock, Grayson. I missed having it deep inside my mouth,” she whispered back, squeezing his groin.