Page 102 of The Toy Maker

I hadn’t even noticed.

His lips curled into a smirk. “Are you nervous, Tara?”

I swallowed hard, but my voice still came out unsteady. “No.”

Jason’s brow lifted, amused by my attempt at defiance. “No?” he repeated.

His hands slid down my arms, gripping them just tight enough to remind me who was in control. My breath shuddered out of me, and I hated how my body reacted to him. Tothis. We were sick, damaged at the very least, for enjoying our dynamic.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he whispered, “do you want me to fuck you?”

My whole body tensed, heat rolling through me like a slow burn. I tried not to melt under his searing touch and stumbled over my answer. He already knew the answer but wanted tohear it come from me in short, ragged breaths. My shirt was crumpled on the floor, and I was exposed from the waist up.

I clenched my jaw, my pride fighting a losing battle.

Jason leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Tell me what you need.”

My heart pounded. I had never been like this with anyone before. Never let someone control me like this, never felt the thrill of giving in.

But with him?

With Jason, it felt right.

He slid a hand into my hair, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to look into his eyes. I shuddered, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.

What the hell was wrong with me?

A part of me, one I hadn’t even realized existed until recently, thrived on the way he handled me, the way he expected me to obey.

And worse?

I liked that he knew it.

“You want me to take you here?” he taunted, tracing my neckline with his devious lips. “Maybe the on the wall…” He tugged on my nipples and smirked at the sound that left me. “Or the desk.”

Any more of his teasing and I would be standing in a puddle.

“I could bend your tight little ass over anything in this room and make you scream my name until it’s all you can remember. Is that what you want?”

I squirmed against him, trying to regain some semblance of my dignity, but his palms slid down the small of my back, his hands cupping my ass and pulling me further into him.

“Yes, just please fuck me already,” I begged. Our lips were so close I could almost taste his bittersweet flavor dancing on my tongue. “I’ll do anything.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Oh really?”

I shouldn’t have said that.

Jason shifted, and I felt his length underneath me. Then he said, “No.”

I blinked at his answer. “What?” I gaped at him.

“I think you heard me.” A sinister smile toyed at the corners of his lips.

“Why not?”

I had been so preoccupied that I hadn’t noticed the way I had been moving over his lap, grinding against him through his jeans.

“I’ve made this too easy for you.” Just listening to those words made me scoff.