All Chapters of Kiss It Better: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

But when Jasmine turns and strolls closer, I don’t tell her to step back. Don’t put some distance between us, even though I’m stiff as a board. No, I wait, breath held in my lungs, as Jasmine grins up at me and tickles the feather duster down the center of my chest. My abs twitch beneath my shirt, and the touch is so ticklish my back teeth grind.“What do you think?” Jasmine says. Her glossy hair is in a ponytail again, her honey brown eyes fringed with dark lashes. She’s teasing me, lips curled in a smile, but there’s an edge to her words too. A challenge. “Wanna take a break from your whole brooding bad guy act, Victor? No offense, but I’m sure this will only take a minute.”Ha. I shouldn’t find her funny.My head shakes slowly. “You’d never slum it with a man like me, princess.”Jasmine blows out an amused breath. “Wouldn’t I? Look.”She tosses the duster down to the rug, then drops smoothly to her knees. The green fabric of her dress fans out around her on the floor, and Christ, t

My parents are still awake when I get back to the townhouse, sent home early by an agitated Victor. He claimed a migraine, said he didn’t want to babysit my ass all the way until dawn, but we both know it was down to my awesome blowjob. Point to me!I sucked out his freaking soul, and I don’t feel bad for one single second. All’s fair in love and war, right? And Victor picked war.“Thanks,” I tell the driver, closing the door of a glossy black car. God knows why Victor insists on sending me home with his driver each night after torturing me, but I’m not gonna question it. It’s not like we have tons of money lying around for cross-city Ubers right now.The man nods and pulls away from the sidewalk, having graciously ignored my reddened lips and mussed hair for the whole journey. A true professional.My steps are pensive as I climb to the townhouse door, and I take my time sliding the key into the lock. The lights are on inside, and already the butterflies flapping around my insides are

A soft knock on the door jolts me out of my brooding. “Come in,” I call, forcing myself to stop gripping the desk.Jasmine slips inside and shuts the door behind her, then turns to face me. At the sight of her pale, drawn features and the shadows beneath her eyes, my stomach plummets.“Jasmine?”Her chin wobbles.My chair shoves back, and I’m reaching for her as Jasmine hurries across the office and flings herself into my arms. She’s so small, gathered into my lap—delicate and trembling. The tip of her nose is ice-cold against my throat, and I clutch her closer, my heart thudding where she’s plastered to my chest.“Jasmine.”She lets out a noise that’s half laugh, half sob and burrows closer. Her floral scent is all around me, snaking into my lungs.“Shoot,” she says. “I was gonna play it so much cooler than this.”“Are you…” My voice drops, horror gnawing on my bones. “Is this because of last night? Did I hurt you?”I will never fucking forgive myself if I did. Our bargain is one thi

“We’re here to scout for new talent,” Victor goes on, like this truly is a friendly explanation with no lurking dangers within. Ha! “And since you worked in that resort, I figure your input will be extra useful.”Is that…That is a compliment. What on earth?Snatching for my glass, I take another shaky sip. Victor is the last man I should get tipsy around, but none of this makes any freaking sense. Maybe vodka will help.“Yesterday, you made me clean your apartment,” I say slowly. Obviously, I took no shame in that task—why would I?—but Victor clearly wanted me to feel bad about it. “The day before, you had me polish shoes all night.”The tip of Victor’s finger traces one of my polish-stained knuckles, and I jump at his touch. The stain on my hands fades a little every time I wash them, but it’ll be weeks yet before they’re back to normal.“And you did an admirable job,” Victor says. Everywhere he touches me, sparks race across my skin.“So what’s tonight’s thing?” I demand. My spine

A vicious growl slips out, and my thumb rubs at her harder, parting her folds beneath the ivory lace. Jasmine whimpers and wriggles, her hips lifting to chase my touch, and all the while she’s hanging from my neck like a monkey.That damp heat soaking through her panties…The humidity between her thighs…Jasmine Biao is wet for me, and she’s not trying to hide it. Not for a single second. She’s proud, defiance etched on her beautiful face as she rubs her panty-covered pussy against my thumb.My chest cracks open, and if I’m not careful, all this goddamn longing will spill out and she’ll see before she’s ready.“So damp,” I grit out, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugging them down, down, down. Jasmine lifts her hips and helps me get them down her thighs. “These are ruined, baby. Let me take them off you.”Past her thighs, they come off easily, snagging only briefly on Jasmine’s one remaining high heel. Jaw clenched, I untangle them carefully and slip the scrap