"What are you looking at?” I breathed, my voice shaking.

“You,” Jace said, a nasty, hungry grin spreading across his face. “Thinking about how you’d scream if I fucked you right now.”

My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t move. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.”

My body gave up instantly. My heart hammered, my skin burned, and between my legs, I was a soaking, throbbing mess. I needed to be filled.

I balled my fists, trying not to crumble under his stare. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive. My nipples turned into hard peaks against my shirt. I wanted this—I wanted him to ruin me.

He...