Page 57 of Silent Damage

I rise and make a beeline to the bedroom when a hand pulls me back and throws me onto the sofa. “Oh no,” Jason says, pointing his finger at me. “You’re not hiding from me.” He can barely walk as he stumbles to the kitchen and grabs the drawing I left for him.

“This.” He holds it up like it’s the evidence of a crime. “Is this supposed to be cute? Funny?”

I brought this on myself.

I drew the picture because I needed to, but I wrote the message to make a point.

All I can do is shrug.

“Oh, that’s right. He won’t talk.” He takes a step closer. “Unless it’s to tell me how much he fucking hates me.” Jason’s gaze is fixed on me.

His eyes trail up and down my body.

I almost gasp.

Jason lowers himself, kneeling in front of me, and asks, “What will get you to talk to me?”

The air in the room shifts, and the tension is like a physical force.

He’s kneeling in front of me, his chest heaving as he stares into my eyes.

His mouth is slightly parted, and I can’t stop myself. My gaze travels to his lips and then—

He bites his lower lip.

I should push him away.

Because that…that move. That devilish nibble on his lower lip…

It’ll be the end of me.

His eyes scan my form, drinking in every inch of me.

My stomach tingles as my body relaxes, softening and melting against the couch.

He’s drunk and bigger than me.

I can see the veins in his forearms.

All I want to do is surrender and let him take over.

He comes closer, and I feel his hot breath on my face. He smells like cheap beer and cigarettes. His hair is a mess, and his ripped-up jeans and tank top scream trailer trash in a way that shouldn’t make my cock swell.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, only centimeters away from my mouth.

I don’t want to talk—I’m not ready to, but my mouth aches to taste his.

My head moves forward, desperate to lock lips with him, but he moves back.

“No. Talk first, then you get a reward.”

His words hit me square in the chest.

Talk first, then get a reward?

His lips curl in a cocky grin before he pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his strong chest and abs.

Bastard.