Page 20 of Claimed By Ruin

And yet again, I was complicit in my damnation. Even as my hand moved toward him, even with the knowledge that I once again proved my weakness, I couldn’t stop.

When I touched his neck, a thrill shot up my arm, potent and undeniable.

He had a mean look on his face, but his lids lowered ever so slightly.

It was enough for me.

I traced my hand up and cupped his cheek. His stubbled jaw was scratchy against my palm, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking back to the first time I touched him like this. We were at Judge Hanlon’s in those first terrifying days, but back then, being like that, Jack scowling down at me, I’d felt so, so safe, I’d been stupid enough to believe that zombies were the worst thing that would ever happen to me.

Even stupider to believe that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t alone.

I remembered how giddy I was in those breathless seconds.

How relieved I was when Jack leaned down and kissed me.

He did the same thing now, still pissed-looking, but still Jack. When his face was centimeters from mine, close enough that I felt the warmth from his breath, I turned away again.

Made quick work of my pajamas, cursing the stupid pride that made me put them on in the first place. Because every second I spent fumbling with clothes was a second he wasn’t touching me. A second I had to spend thinking and not feeling.

It had been that way at Judge Hanlon’s too. But then I’d been terrified, prisoner of a world I didn’t comprehend. Now we were on my terms.

Finally naked, I flipped onto my stomach and pushed up on all fours. Jack, who was the most frustrating person I’d ever met but no one’s definition of a dummy, caught on quickly. A second later, he was behind me, his muscular thighs bracketing my hips, his cock hard, heavy, insistent where he’d nestled it between my lower lips.

He thrust, sliding his thick shaft against my slit while he kneaded my breasts in slow circles.

I hissed when he pinched my nipple, then sighed when he soothed away the sting.

My pussy clenched so hard I was sure he felt it. I arched my back when he circled the head of his cock around my hole and reached between us before he pushed in.

I arched deeper, lifted my ass higher, holding myself open as I grabbed his cock with my other hand and nudged it toward my other hole. I dropped one hand, trapping his cock between my ass cheeks, the heavy weight of his head against me, making my asshole clench.

I whimpered when he moved, and he stilled. I felt him looking down at me, but I refused to look back. I was too lost in the sensation, too desperate for more.

“What are you playing at, Asia?” Jack’s voice was gruff with warning and I couldn’t stop the shiver.

“Nothing,” I whispered, the sound a cross between a moan and a sigh.

“Then what is this?”

I chuckled, the vibration of my body pushing me closer to him. “I think that’s obvious.”

“Pretend I’m an idiot,” he said, his voice still low but with a tension now.

He sounded mad, but his cock was still rock-solid. I told myself that was all I cared about. Besides, it was no surprise he was asking this. After all, I’d never missed a chance to humiliate myself in front of him. Why should this be any different?

It shouldn’t.

It wasn’t.

That was why I answered. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Jack let out a low hiss and rocked his hips, and I wasn’t sure if either was voluntary. Either way, he liked the idea.

“Really?” He sounded almost normal but there was a slight strain in his voice.

“Real—” I cut off when he slammed two fingers into my pussy.

I gripped the sheet when he curled them and then pulled out, only to push them right back in. I lost count of how many times he did it, too caught up in the sound of slick flesh against flesh. Realized he stroked his dick and used my cream as lube.