Page 198 of Entangled

Thesemen. Honestly.

I don’t move, though, as the pen slides over my skin.

I feel Jasper’s curiosity boring into me.

“If I don’t get to know, you don’t get to know,” I say tartly, and he gives me an amused look.

It’s probably something likeLucky waz here. OrHigh five.

Demeaning.

“In your professional opinion, what does it mean when someone is turned on by being embarrassed?” I ask abruptly, and the pen swerves on my butt.

Jasper’s slight smile grows more pronounced. “Perhaps a degradation kink.” He looks me over, then nods. “Be careful with that one. I think you may be quite particular about the ways in which you enjoy it.”

Lucky pinches my cheek as he stands again, and I look at him warily. “Are you going to get me murdered?”

“I wouldn’t do that.” He hands the pen back to Jasper with an impish smile. “But for legal reasons, I can’t claim responsibility for anything that happens to you because of the things that may or may not be written on your body.”

I am so dead.

“Just don’t let him see, surely that’s the easiest solution,” Jasper suggests, taking in my consternation with an amused smile as he strolls over to me.

He sounds like he could be discussing scores in billiards rather than advising me on how to avoid handing my rear end—perhaps literally—to a cranky, emotionally inhibited primal dom.

Instead of leaving, Lucky pauses, watching us.

“Right,” I breathe. “Of course. Very logical.”

Jasper’s gentle hand touches my elbow, and I glance up.

He’s... very close. He’s very close and his lips are still lustrous from Lucky’s filthy kiss. He knows what I taste like.

It suddenly seems catastrophic that I don’t have the same privilege.

“Are you okay with what happened here, Eden?” Jasper asks softly, catching my mood shift.

I can’t look away from his lips. The ache to kiss him is enough to take my breath. I want the three of us on my tongue like a Eucharist.

“Yes.” I rub the gooseflesh on my arm, and realize I’ve shifted close to him. “Why did you stop him from making me...? Why wouldn’t you let me...?”

“Come?” His dark brow curves up like a drawn bow. “What makes you think you’ve earned the privilege, sweet Eden? You’ll need to work much harder than that with me, I’m afraid.”

“I can work hard.” The words leave me in a needy rush before I can stop them, and I bite down on my lip before I humiliate myself further.

But I can’t help it. My swollen pussy throbs at his words. Despite my two earlier orgasms, the one Lucky left me on taunts me cruelly.

Jasper only gives me a slight, affectionate smile.

He reaches up toward my hair, pausing until I nod permission, then sweeps it over my shoulders. “There is something tragically lovely in an unsatisfied woman.”

He gently pulls a leaf from my hair, plucking the strands of my hair like a harpsichord. I feel the prickle in my scalp, and all the way down my spine. Then he pulls another free.

“You’re quivering right now, do you know? So full of unspent need. It’s a siren call for men like us. To taste it. To spend it. To waste all that gorgeous lust on our vile perversions.” He finger-combs lightly through my tangles, holding my hair, and patiently working through each one. “There’s a flush in your skin, over your breasts and cheeks. It begs to be darkened.”

Jasper twists a long strand of my hair and lays it over my chest.

“And I imagine right now, your cunt is desperate to be fucked.”

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