Page 103 of Controlled Burn
She bit his lip—drew blood.
He growled, his thigh forcing hers apart, pinning her so her body ground against him in a way that made her hate herself.
“You act like you don’t want it,” he murmured, tracing her nipple through her bra. “But your body’s a terrible liar.”
He was right. Her body was heat and ache and humiliation, slick with want. Her pulse throbbed everywhere he touched.
“This is punishment,” Jake breathed, dragging his knuckles slowly across her chest. “For acting like you’re clean now. Like King wouldn’t crawl if he knew what your cunt sounded like around two cocks.”
“Fuck you—” Her voice cracked.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him. “You think you’re better than this now? After you moaned for us like a bitch in heat?”
Tears threatened, but she blinked them away. Rage and shame and arousal tangled hot and tight.
Jake’s voice went guttural. “You liked being watched. You liked being filled. You liked it when I pressed record.”
Talia’s eyes went wide, breath hitching. “You—”
“I leaked the first still,” he said, smiling. “Just one. Just enough to get people talking again.”
“You son of a—”
He dragged his thumb over her lip. “Say you want this, and I’ll stop.”
“I don’t.”
“Say you need it.”
“No.”
He shoved his thigh harder between hers. Her hips rocked. The sound that slipped out—she hated it—hated the echo—hated how it made him grin.
“There she is.”
“Get off me.”
“You say that, but your cunt’s begging.”
He released her wrists, and gravity betrayed her—she dropped, legs weak, heart hammering. Jake caught her, forced her to her knees.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
“No.”
“Then crawl away, slut. Show me what kind of mess you are.”
Her hands shook. Her knees burned on the cold tile. But she didn’t move. Not yet. Not ever for him.
“You’re mine,” he said, voice tight. “Say it.”
She looked up, cheeks flushed, eyes defiant, lip bleeding where she’d bitten down. “I’ll never be yours.”
Jake’s jaw clenched. His fury was a live wire. But he stepped back, control snapping cold.
Just like that, the room emptied. Heat gone. Only humiliation left.
Talia scrambled to her feet, fists clenched, chest rising too fast.
