Page 18 of Bound in Ashes

It was a demand.

A claim of my surrender.

And I gave it.

Fucking hated myself for it, but did it anyway.

And he took it, his hand sliding up to settle against my neck.

My heart thudded.

And he felt it.

Knew what it meant.

He pulled back again and stared down at me, his face twisted into a menacing smile. “You’re learning who you belong to.”

“Jack, I⁠—”

His grip tightened ever so slightly. “Keep your fucking mouth closed.”

My skin felt too tight, my pussy was too empty, and the only cure was him.

I dared meet his eyes.

Saw the amusement.

The knowing.

Fuck him.

I pulled him closer.

His eyes widened as he trailed his hand down my body, gripping my fleshy hip hard enough to bruise.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

“No.” I titled my head in defiance.

“No?” He repeated the word with danger in his voice.

“I want to see your face.”

His eyes widened, but he recovered quickly, and something hungry flashed in his eyes.

I should have done what he said.

It would have been easier, but I did want to see his face, and I wouldn’t allow myself to look away from the man who’d saved me—the man who’d broken me.

“Fine,” he whispered, his voice deceptively light as he pushed me flush against the wall of the shed, “watch.”

And so I did.

Watched as he popped the button on my jeans.

As he worked the zipper down.

Watched the concentration.