Page 53 of Ash and Poison

He smiled. “Even half naked and freezing, you’re still smart. I like that.”

I growled, but of course, I would’ve done the same thing.

“This is going to hurt,” he said, tugging at the tape around my thighs.

“I know.”

“Not the first time getting taped to a gurney?” he said, staring down at my body with a sneer. “So? I heard the name Toby. Is he related to Doctor Dawson?”

“You don’t need to know,” I said.

“That’s the thanks I get for saving you?” he asked as the metal blade slid closer to the inside of my thighs.

I trembled.

Let’s strangle myself for that. Later.

I fucking almost died, and here I was, thinking about his dagger and his fingers on my…

He bent down, and I trembled when his chuckle vibrated along my skin.

“What are you thinking right now, Doctor Sharma?”

“Nothing.”

“What a fucking liar,” he said, his voice a slow caress against my chilled skin.

He cut the tape around my waist, and his dagger went to my navel before he dragged it further down. My throat and bones ached, but I was more acutely aware of the ache in my pussy. For a touch. For even more.

“I hate you.”

“No, you just hate your pussy wants me so bad,” he whispered, his dagger moving temptingly close.

“What… are you doing?” I gasoed.

“What you wanted me to do,” he said, flicking the dagger until the hilt was pressing against my mound. “Let’s see how much you can take, Doctor Sharma.”

I can take a lot.

“Do you want me to move it lower?” he whispered, his breath teasing my aroused skin.

If I was a morally good, sensible woman, I would have said no. I would have had the decency to resist, to refuse.

But I had always craved the chaos, the fire, the intoxicating lure of madness, and Asher Maddox was all the three in one.

“Yes,” I answered, knowing very well it might become my undoing.

“Then… you’ll answer my questions,” he said, eyes hot against mine, the etched hilt of his dagger softly trailing up and down the insides of my thighs.

“Fuck…”

“Say yes.”

“Yes,” the word spilled out along with a whimper.

“Good. Did you kill Tobias Dawson?”

“I wasn’t convicted. I was released and…” My voice trailed off when he pressed the hilt closer to my wetness.