Page 81 of The Toy Maker

“Lick me all you want,” Jason said, his voice darkening, “but that won’t change the fact that if you keep being so fucking loud, I will throw you over my shoulder, drag you out of this building in front of everyone, take you back to the dungeon, and whipyour ass until you won’t be able to do anything but beg for me to stop. Is that what you want?”

A shiver ran down my spine. I hated how my body reacted to his threats.

I glared at him, imagining all the ways I could kill him and get away with it.

Jason held my gaze for a long moment before exhaling. “I’m going to move my hand. If you don’t keep your mouth shut, you’ll regret it.” Slowly, he peeled his hand away.

He then went on to explain why he had to leave, but both explanations were pitiful.

“My mom isn’t very understanding when it comes to my sister, and if she found out what happened, then it would have been a mess,” he said warily.

“Uh-huh,” I snapped, unimpressed. “And the girl?”

His jaw tensed slightly. “Anna is a family friend.”

“Not her.” I frowned. “The one in your room.” I nodded toward the door.

Jason’s gaze flickered back to it. A little too quickly.

“I had to bring my sister here last night,” he said.

Sounds like polished bullshit.Jason sighed, clearly frustrated. But I barely heard it. My attention had dipped lower, to his sculpted chest, the way his low-cut pajama pants hung on his hips.

“I take it by your eye-fucking that you’re not going to verbally attack me again.”

The day was still early; I tried to pry my attention away from his body. “Fine.” I conceded to his pathetic reasoning for selfish reasons.

“Good, because you’ve been bad.” He smirked and slowly backed me further down the hall. “I want you to face the wall and raise your skirt.”

My eyes widened at the sudden command. “For what?” I sputtered.

“For one, you called me a jerkoff,” he chuckled. “But you also kept interrupting me.”

I wasn’t willing to argue and risk being paraded in front of Jade and Sarah. The last thing I needed was an audience. Although the ideadidspark a sick pleasure inside me. I swallowed down my pride and turned my back to him, lifting my skirt.

“Hands on the wall, Tara,” Jason instructed, deeply amused by my submission.

My heart threatened to jump out of my chest when he pulled my panties to the side, and my skin prickled with anticipation.

“Don’t forget what will happen if you’re too loud.”

TWENTY-NINE

My body betrayedme every time his hand came down on my bare ass.

“Nineteen.” I bit my lip to hold back the moan climbing up my throat.

Jason was completely invested in breaking me so he could parade me around as his conquest; I, however, was determined to disappoint him.

I dragged in a deep breath just as his palm landed again. “Twenty.”

That was the last one. Relief and anticipation swirled in my gut as his hand rubbed tenderly against the inside of my thigh. I wanted to hate how badly I craved his touch, but it was useless.

His fingers lightly tapped against my pussy lips, and anticipation had me soaked. Maybe he would finally finish what he started.

I should have known better than to get my hopes up. Amy came clicking over with freshly styled hair and a latte. I saw her stomach before I saw the witch attached to it, but by then it was too late.

“Oh my God.” Her eyes widened in delight as I hurried to get my skirt back in place.