Ink & Bone (New York Crime Kings Book 5) by Skyla Madi Page B

close in fear of sending her the wrong message. My brain, however, has a different idea. I can’t shake the image of seeing her completely naked from my head.
    I hate this drug. I hate everything about this drug. I’ve never been sexually attracted to a woman before, but the thought of being with her has buried itself at the back of my head.
    We sit in silence as the bath fills up. I close my eyes to avoid the swirl of colors from making me nauseous, but it’s just as bad with my eyes closed.
    “Can you pass me that sponge, please?”
    Opening my eyes, I spot a purple sponge on the side of the bath. Sitting forward, I reach out for it and hand it to her.
    “Thank you.”
    I watch curiously as she lathers the sponge with soap and slides closer. Oh, it’s for me? I swallow hard as my muscles tighten, and she presses the hot sponge to my shoulder.
    “Are you scared of me, Emily?” she asks over the sound of water crashing into water.
    I don’t answer her. Why? Because in this moment, I am petrified of her…of her intentions. Mostly, I’m petrified of my intentions.
    I keep my head down as she massages my shoulders with soap. Dragging the soapy sponge across my collar bone, Laura brushes her forearm over my breast, and I gasp at the sensation as my spine straightens. The drug is in full effect, and I am as turned on as ever—even more than I was when I was chained up and ball gagged the day I got here.
    “I remember that need,” Laura mutters, sliding her hands underneath my breast. “I was the first test subject for this particular drug.”
    I lift my head and look at her. “Willingly?”
    I try to keep my gaze on her eyes, but I keep sliding it to her lips.
    “Not at first, but I became addicted to it—not to the feeling of being high, but the orgasms Skull would give me.”
    A flash of Skull’s face, lips parted, eyes hooded, burns my brain, and I almost gag. “How can you let him touch you? He’s repulsive.”
    She scowls at me. “Not that it matters to you, but he saved my life. I’d do anything for him.”
    Clearly.
    “He touches me, you know,” I tell her. “He doesn’t care about you.”
    Laura giggles, her pretty lips curving effortlessly. “Damien cares about me very much. We may not be exclusive to each other, but we’re here for each other whenever we need it.”
    It takes me a second to realize she’s referring to Skull as Damien. “What could he possibly need from you if he’s getting it everywhere else?”
    She lowers her sponge to my breasts, and my nipples strain against it.
    “I keep his house in order, balance his accounts, feed his army, and offer him normalcy wherever he lacks it. He can’t get that anywhere else.”
    I spit, “You’re fucking crazy.”
    “Maybe.” Dropping her sponge, she slides her hands up and down my stomach, drawing shudders from my body every time she dips below my belly button. “But so are you. Hell, you’re probably crazier than me. I’d never follow a stranger off of a train and into an abandoned industrial site.”
    Damn. That’s true.
    Laura caresses my hip and drags her hand right across to the other, slipping extra low as she passes over my abdomen. Each time, my body clenches painfully.
    She chuckles. “Do you want me to touch you there, baby ?”
    Gritting my teeth, I shake my head. Like last time, there’s a sexual hurricane building up inside me. Each second that passes, I find myself slipping closer and closer to surrender. I can’t help it. It’s a need as powerful as hunger, as thirst. I just might rip my hair out if relief doesn’t come soon.
    “No?”
    She slips her hand between my legs, and I gasp, jolting hard enough for the high water to spill over the edge of the bath. Lucky for them, it’s an infinity bath. I squeeze my legs shut, and she tugs her hand free. God. Her hands were so soft and slippery.
    “Are you worried about your little boyfriend?” she whispers in my ear. “I won’t tell him, Kitten. You can trust