Page 67 of Bound in Ashes

It was a brand.

My teeth caught her bottom lip, biting hard enough to make her whimper. I swallowed the sound, my tongue invading her mouth, taking what was mine.

She tried to pull back.

I didn’t let her.

I held her in place while I devoured her mouth. Claimed it. Reminded her who the fuck she belonged to.

When I finally pulled away, her lips were swollen where I’d bitten.

Perfect.

“I got something else you can use that mouth for.”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

I released her hair. “You heard me.”

“Jack, we’re in a truck⁠—”

“Do I look like I care?” I unbuckled my belt, the leather hissing as I pulled it free.

She breathed hard.

Pissed.

Turned on.

Mine.

“Now, Asia.”

She stared at me, defiance and trepidation and something else—something dark and hot—flickering in her eyes.

For a moment, I thought she’d refuse.

Thought I’d have to make her.

Wanted to.

Then she moved.

Slowly, hands shaking, she unbuckled her seatbelt, her angry, aroused eyes locked on mine.

I cupped her jaw roughly, my thumb forcing her mouth open. I worked my zipper down with my other hand, freed my cock as I pulled her toward me.

I was already hard. Had been since I’d seen Christopher’s hand on her back. Since I imagined carving him open for touching her.

“Open wider.”

She did, but there was still that flicker of defiance in her eyes.

I welcomed it, couldn’t wait to break it.

I guided my cock to her lips, rubbing the head against them, smearing them with precum until they glistened. “You like being a slut, right? Here’s your chance. You know what to do.”

She hesitated, her eyes flashing.