Page 68 of Bound in Ashes

Wrong move.

I tightened my grip on her jaw. “Don’t test me right now, Asia.”

Her tongue darted out, tentative, licking the tip in prim little swipes that pissed me the fuck off.

“All of it. Take it all.”

She opened wider, and I pushed inside.

The wet heat of her mouth made me groan, but I didn’t give her time to adjust.

I thrust deeper, hit the back of her throat, watching her gag.

“That’s it,” I growled, my hand moving to the back of her head and pushing her down. “Be a good little whore and choke on it.”

Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

I set a brutal pace, fucking her mouth like I wanted to fuck the rest of her.

Hard.

Deep.

No mercy.

Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but I didn’t slow down.

“You think Christopher could handle this?” I asked, my voice rough. “You think he’d know what to do with a woman like you?”

She made a sound around my cock—muffled, desperate.

“He wouldn’t.” I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. “He’d be too scared of breaking you.”

Another thrust.

“But I know better.”

Harder.

“I know you can take it.”

Her eyes watered, but her defiance burned clear.

This was her, so brave, so beautiful.

I closed my eyes, and pushed her down harder.

She moaned, and the vibration made my cock jump, setting off tingles at the base of my spine.

I pulled out, my cock slipping from her lips with an obscene sound.

She gasped for air, spit and precum dripping down her chin.

“Who’s the only man you get to be a whore for?” I demanded, my hand fisting in her hair again.

“Jack—”

I gripped my cock at the base and slapped her cheek with it.