Page 41 of His to Burn

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I swallowed, gaze still steady on his. “I won’t slow you down, Jackson.”

For a long, terrible second he just stared at me. Then his lips lifted a fraction, his eyes bright with dark promise.

“Good girl.”

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the insistent pulse that beat in time with my heart.

Fuck.

I was so screwed.

TEN

Jackson

Her pupils blew wide when I said it.

Good girl.

Goddamn. I didn’t mean for it to slip out like that.

But watching Asia struggle—stubborn, chin up, breath shaking—flipped something primal in me.

Something ugly.

I wanted her afraid.

Wanted her turned on.

Wanted her to know exactly who she decided to rely on.

She squirmed, her thick hips practically demanding my touch. I tracked the motion asmy cock twitched, needy and impatient behind my zipper.

I stepped in close—close enough to catch her anxious scent.

Her breath hitched when I dragged my thumb across her lips.

Slow.

Deliberate.

A test.

“Keep looking at me like that, Counselor,” I rasped, my voice garbled with my own want.

Her lips parted on a tiny gasp.

I let my thumb linger, then pressed harder, chest swelling with pride as she opened for me.

I leaned in low, my lips against her ear. “You’re gonna survive this. Because you’ll stick with me. Do exactly as I say.”

She nodded faintly.

“By now you know that’s not good enough. Say it,” I demanded.

“I— I’ll do exactly as you say,” she whispered.

Fucking perfect.

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