Page 84 of Bound in Ashes

“I know you’ll say you were just playing nice. Just trying to smooth things over.” His fingers stilled. “That’s what you do, isn’t it? Smooth things over. Manage things. Manage people.”

“Jack, I⁠—”

“You can’t manage me, Asia,” he whispered.

“I’m not⁠—”

“You are. And you might be right.”

He went silent, staring at me as his thumbs traced my slit, driving me to distraction.

“Jack, please⁠—”

“Please what?” His eyes locked on mine.

Bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Making me say it.

Own it.

Making me admit how much I needed him.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

He smiled. “I am touching you.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Can’t read minds, Counselor.”

My hands fisted in the cheap bedspread and I huffed out. But I still said, “Touch me. Between my legs.”

“Where between your legs?” His fingers traced higher. So close. “Here?” He touched the inside of my thigh.

“Higher.”

“Where, here?” he asked, his fingers hovering over the delicate skin at the crease of my thigh.

I squirmed, my pussy clenching around nothing.

Fuck.

“My pussy. Touch my pussy,” I finally said.

His smile was sharp.

Satisfied.

“Good girl.”

Then his fingers were there, spreading the wetness that dripped from me freely.

“So ready,” he murmured. “You were waiting for this? Thinking about how fucking me would make you forget? Hoping I would make it easy for you?”

I couldn’t answer. Could barely breathe.