Her beautiful eyes tipped up and collided with mine, making me question everything. How the fuck was I going to walk away? I now understood Rhode. He’d been willing to give up his job to be a part of his son’s life, but for Brooklyn, he was willing to give up everything. There was nothing he wouldn’t give or do to keep her.

Sloane slipped her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled me from my thoughts as she worked the material over my erection. Her eyes flared as she wrapped a hand around my cock, giving me a firm, slow stroke.

“Baby,” I groaned.

Her thumb grazed the tip and circled it. On a downward glide, she whispered, “Ruin me, Asher.”

Fuck.

“Sloane—”

“I’m yours to ruin.”

Jesus.

She had no idea what she was saying—no idea the beast she’d awoken. An uncivilized part of me, a need to claim, to mark, to own her body and soul, to ruin her for all other men. To make her crave only me. The other edge of that particular sword was I wanted to be hers, I wanted her to mark me, own me, claim me. I wanted her to want to give up everything to have me.

“Let go.”

My demand came out harsher than I’d intended. Not that Sloane minded. The temptress didn’t let go—she bent forward and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around the sensitive indentation just below the tip.

“Sloane.” Her name came out as a groan through my gritted teeth as I held myself back from thrusting into her mouth.

She pulled her mouth off my cock. She tipped her eyes up but my focus was on the wet tip resting on her bottom lip, the sight so fucking hot it wouldn’t have taken more than a few strokes of her hand before I painted those lips with my come.

Incapable of forming a coherent sentence, I barked my orders while I shrugged off my shirt. “Up. Panties off. Bed.”

Sloane scrambled to do my bidding while I finished taking off the rest of my clothes. By the time I straightened she was in the middle of the bed, my t-shirt around her waist, bare pussy on display.

“Leave my shirt on but pull it up. I wanna see all of you.”

I watched as she slowly pulled the fabric up over her breasts. My eyes narrowed and shot to hers.

“New rule,” I rapped out. “Bra stays on when my friends are over.”

She smirked and lowered her hands to cup her breasts, pushing them together in a tease.

“I would’ve, but I wasn’t wearing a bra under my dress.”

I didn’t dwell on the thought of her braless under her tight dresses. After tonight, she’d never set foot back into the mansion.

“Keep your hands where they are and spread your legs for me.”

“Bossy,” she muttered but followed my instructions.

I wasn’t bossy, I was a take-sex-as-it-came kind of guy. I’d never commanded a partner in bed, I’d never made demands, but Sloane was different. I’d known that from the beginning and seeing as the need to dominate her pulsed through me with an indecent beat I couldn’t ignore, only strengthened the knowledge.