Asher looked me directly in the eyes as he skated his fingers higher, circling the left and flicking his thumb over the top.

I sucked in a breath, and a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. He did it again and drew his lower lip between his teeth when I stifled a noise that would have embarrassed me.

The fucker was doing it on purpose and savoring my lack of control.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I gritted my teeth as he rolled the nub between his finger and thumb. “You know I do, you bastard.” I blew out a breath. “Shit. It’s good.”

My dick agreed and plumped up because Asher was a fucker who hated me and was determined to see me rot in incestuous hell because I was turned on by his ministrations.

But, as if that wasn’t bad enough, Asher was determined to get all those humiliating noises out of me. He bent and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and teething and flicking with his tongue. He wasn’t messing around, and my body jerked as I tossed my head back on a gasp, knocking my noggin on the wall as I arched into his attack with a cry. The attention shot a pulse of pleasure straight to my dick.

His hands were on me, pinning me down by the hips as he kept going. He bit down then soothed the sting with a slow glide of his warm tongue, then he sucked with even pressure, rolling my nipple in his mouth.

I grabbed Asher’s hair—hard—and tried to pull him off while the words “Yes” and “More” and “Oh God, don’t stop” filled the air.

He moved from my chest, but his silky lips and all that aggression landed on my mouth as he kissed me. I didn’t know up from down and was prepared to wave the white flag. If he was seeing how far he could push to break me out of character, he was doing a damn good job. Elliot had disappeared from my mind. I was Atticus and moaning like the little slut I obviously was. The porn video was somewhere in my mind, but I couldn’t access it. I thought Asher might have gone off-script somewhere.

When he tore from my mouth, he panted, forehead resting on mine, lips red and swollen. “I bet these pants of yours need washed too, don’t they?” If he didn’t stop with the nipple sucking, they would.

And since when did Asher’s voice sound like that? Gravelly and raw and … hungry?