Page 33 of Claimed By Ruin

She should have been.

He’d touched her and that should have meant his death. It didn’t, and I was left to deal with that.

“Has he touched you before?”

“Touched me?”

To anyone else, she might sound confused, but I wasn’t anyone else.

“His hand was here.” I reached down and put my hand on her hip again. “Touching you. Touching what’s mine like he had a right to.”

“I’m not yours, Jack.”

She didn’t even sound like she believed it, but I still had a point to prove.

I pressed my lips to her skin, right next to her ear. “Why are you trying to lie to me?”

She shivered, and I took the moment to push her pants down and bury my hand between her thighs.

Stroked her slit and then pushed my fingers between her lower lips. “Your mouth says you’re not mine. Your pussy has a different opinion.”

I eased one finger into her hole, barely breaching her entrance. She breathed in sharply, gripping the chest harder.

“I didn’t kill him, and I should have.”

I pushed a little deeper.

“It’s okay. We can handle it.”

“You can. I can’t.” I went deeper, fucking her with one finger as I panted against her ear. “I told you before. You’re mine.”

“We need—” She cried out when I added two more fingers and fucked her with all three.

I pressed my lips against her neck, right over her pulse.

“Jack…” she said on a moan. “I need…”

I grazed my lips against her skin, not a kiss, but not not a kiss either.

She whimpered when I pulled my fingers out, then sighed when I leaned forward and kissed that spot on her hip, then licked at her skin.

Mine.

She was mine.

Nothing, not Christopher, not the dead, not even Asia would change that.

I turned and lifted Asia until her ass rested on the edge of the chest. The book that was on top fell to the floor. I didn’t give it a second glance and focused on her. She lifted her hips enough to shimmy her pants down around her ankles.

I didn’t let a second pass before I had my cock out and lined up and pushed inside her. She buried her face against my shoulder and held me tight. I grabbed her hips and drove deeper, not caring about the rhythmic thud of the chest against the wall.

Part of me liked it, wanting everyone to know exactly who she belonged to.

She met my thrusts with her own, the motions jerky and uncoordinated but oh so effective. I panted out a hard breath then anchored my hands on her hips, holding her steady as I fucked her relentlessly.

Her face was close to mine, and I shifted my head. I moved to kiss her, but she turned her head, my lips grazing her ear.

I breathed out hard, her hair tickling my nose, then reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. She tried to arch off the dresser , but my hands held her down, and the pressure on her clit was her undoing.