Page 127 of Piggy

He’s about to rage out.

He storms past her, and suddenly, he’s towering over me, blocking out the world like he always does.

He shakes his head. “These people lost their goddamn minds. But have you?” he murmurs, low and gravelly.

I don’t answer. Can’t. I’m not strong enough. I’m the pig I hate. The girl too wound up to think straight.

He leans in, slow and deliberate, cheek brushing mine — and God, that scent. That spicy, fresh cologne he puts on when he picks me up, reminding me I’m worth the extra effort.

His hand finds the back of my neck, thumb grazing that tender spot that always turns me limp. My breath hitches.

“Not done. I still love you,” I whisper, all dumb.

He smirks, like he knew I’d crack. Like he’s bored because it was too easy.

“Yeah? You tell them that? Tell Matt you love me? Cause he’s been staring at your tits this whole time.”

I flinch. I didn’t notice.

Then it happens.

Both Grayson’s hands slide up smoothly and cups under my tits. No warning. No hesitation. Just a full, possessive grip that makes my breath catch. My bra lifts as he palms them firmly, rude, like he’s staking a claim.

And then—

he kisses me.

Hard.

Violent.

His mouth crashes into mine like a punishment. Tongue pushing past my lips like he owns the space. My kneeswobble. The kiss steals my air and gives me nothing but heat and shame-drenched want.

When he pulls back, his lips drag against my cheek, and he growls in my ear.

“Did you also tell them how you begged for my cock after I slapped that bratty little mouth?”

A pause. His breath scorches.

“Or how you sucked me clean with soap still on your tongue?”

My chest caves. My brain glitches. I freeze, caught between humiliation and the filthy pulse between my legs.

Then, his hands drop.

My tits fall, heavy and jolted from the sudden lack of support.

“You want to be independent? Fine.” His voice is steel. “You want to rewrite our sex life as abuse? Go ahead.”

His voice falters barely, and his eyes flash with something I can’t name.

“But don’t you fucking lie and say you didn’t want this. This is who I am. And you—”

He leans in close.

“You begged for every inch, and I gave it to you.”

“Grayson...” I whisper, chin trembling. “My mind wants me to leave you. But you touch me and... I can’t.”