Page 49 of Tainted Truth

“You were there for me when I needed someone.”

He still won’t look at me. “I was just doing my job.”

“Is that all I am? A job?” I do my best to not let the hurt leech into my voice. He’s hurting and trying to push me away. I need to prove that I don’t scare so easily.

When he refuses to answer, I decide he needs a push . . . or a distraction.

I place a hand on his chest and bring my face close to his. “Do you make everyone you care for in your job come?”

He sucks in a breath. “That was?—”

I drag a finger down his chest and allow my eyes to wander lower. His abs are perfectly sculpted and there’s a light smattering of hair across his pecs. “A mistake? Try again. You’re not dumb, Asher. You don’t make impulsive decisions. If I was truly a mistake, you wouldn’t have tried to touch me again the next night.”

He fists the sheets next to my legs and finally looks me in the eye. The intensity there makes my skin tingle, and I rock my hips.

“Stop it,” he says through clenched teeth.

The big bad Viking doesn’t want to play? Too bad.

I quirk my brow. “Stop what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Princess. You know exactly what you do to me.”

Splaying my hands over his chest, I drag my core back and forth against his hardening cock. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I have no clue where this bold woman came from, but I’m drunk on the power. I love seeing how I affect him. Me; I make this man hard. I make him want.

“Is that what you want? You want to hear how you make me crazy? Fine.” His hands grip my hips, and he thrusts his hips upward, putting the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. “Justthe thought of your tight, little body drives me insane. I’m not sure whether I want to spank your ass raw or kiss you until you can’t breathe.”

My thighs squeeze together, and I moan when he hits that spot again just right.

“Is that what you want, Princess? You want me to slap your ass over and over as I drive my cock into your pussy until you scream for me?”

I whimper then bring my mouth to his and let him devour me. His tongue invades my mouth, and I moan louder.

His hands roam my body, and all thoughts drift away. All I can think about is how I need his hands and mouth everywhere.

I should be strong. I should stick to what I said before.

You know . . . that’s not a bad idea.

Grabbing his wrists, I slam them against the headboard on either side of his face. Then I pull away and tease. “No hands, remember?”

“You’re still going with that?”

“I toldyou‘No hands.’ I didn’t say anything about my own.”

With a cocky smile, he links his fingers behind his head. “You want to touch me, Princess?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out needy.

“Then touch me.”

Deciding to draw out the torture, I glide my hands over his chest and allow them to travel south. I tease the skin right above the waist of his boxers. “Where can I touch you?”

“Anywhere.”

Arching a brow, I grow bolder. “What if I want to go lower?”

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