Page 284 of Ashen Torment

“It’s not stupid. It’s delicious. I can feel your heart racing,” his hand moves from my throat down to my chest, squeezing it.

“Fuck—you are so worked up just because I called you my boy, aren’t you?”

I feel the flames on my face.

“Get your hands off me. I don’t have breasts, you pervert—there is absolutely nothing there for you to squeeze.”

Dorian chuckles, a low sound that vibrates straight into my spine, and instead of letting go, he tightens his grip, digging his fingers into the taut muscle of my chest.

“I don’t want tits. I want the way your muscles twitch under my palm. I want to feel your heart slamming against my hand.”

I slide lower into the tub.

“You are imagining things. My heart is racing because I’m furious, not because I enjoy being pawed at by a deviant.”

“So, it’s because I said ‘mine’?”

My heartbeat quickens, blood pumping faster through my veins.

What the hell—

“That’s why, right?”

I feel his hardness harden to stone against my back.

“I like it too.”

He licks behind my ear.

“Mine.”

“Dorian, stop it.”

“Mm.”

He runs a hand through the water, the light sound of splashes accompanying the gesture.

“I do not like Julian.”

“Neither do I.”

“So, you’re not going to tell me what Julian did to upset you?”

“I told you. He didn’t do anything.”

“Then why were you so tense?”

“I was not.”

“Evander.”

Why does he always have to stick his nose into things that aren’t his business...?

“You act like you don’t have your moments,” I mutter, irritated.

“Fine. Don’t tell me now. It doesn’t matter. You’ll tell me eventually, Dusha.”

I scoff. “Sure…”