Page 72 of Ashes of Saints

“We were talking. Don’t ask about the club. That is off limits.” He tugs on a T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

I haven’t seen him look casual before and it’s all I can do to not toss back the covers and encourage him back into bed.

But I’m irritated, so I kick back the covers and his gaze immediately lands on my bare lower half.

I fight my smile.

I like the way he can’t keep his hands off me. Or how I’m learning I have a lot more power over him than he’d ever admit.

Climbing out of bed, I pad across the luxurious carpet and stop before his inked broad chest. In bare feet, Parker towers over me even more than usual.

He takes my hips almost automatically and tugs me against his body. “Stop asking.”

“No.”

“Aurora.” He warns.

“I want to go. I want to see your friends and get to know them. Know you.”

His grip tightens and dark blue eyes roam my face almost as if he’s in pain. But there’s a softening around his eyes as if he’s considering it, so I keep pushing.

“Please. Let’s take Chloe with us. She wants to get to know you more, too.” I’m not lying. She wants to meet his friends more so, and I would be remiss if I didn’t introduce her to them after meeting them.

Because, damn, they are hot.

“Aurora. It’s...adults only...a sex club,” Parker says as my mouth falls open. “Travis owns it. We go there to fuck and if I take you, they’ll think you’re on the menu.”

I keep blinking.

Flashbacks of Travis snug behind me as I came, the way he watched me the rest of the night. The sex toy. The week that I didn’t see Parker after he first made me come.

“You go there?”

“Yes.” He nods.

“All the time.”

More nodding.

“Have you fucked other women since we met?” I try to move away, but his grip is tight on my hips, not letting me go. But I don’t belong to him. Not if there’s been no exclusivity in this relationship.

God, we haven’t used condoms.

I’m the fool who just assumed there was, and didn’t ask any questions.

“Aurora,” Parker warns.

I struggle and push until he lets me go.

“Aurora.” He repeats as I storm around the room looking for my clothes.

I don’t have any panties so it’s just my bra, shoes, and the black dress.

When I rip off the T-shirt and throw it at him, his eyes flare at my nakedness.

Nope.

He is not touching me again.

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