Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
And I’m going to cum.
Hard.
Mason leans down with a growl, wrapping his arms around me and launching me off the motorcycle, big arms surrounding me. My legs go around his hips and he moves me around to the handlebars, spreading his legs over the front tire and putting my ass on the bars, and then he keeps fucking me, big body surrounding me, arms closing me in. I bury my face into his chest and inhale, loving the smell of him, loving the way he’s making me feel.
His arms close me in, his hands cup my ass, holding up most of my weight so the bike doesn’t tip, and I lean my head back, finding his mouth, using my hands to drag him down by his hair so I can kiss him, because I can’t hold it in a second longer.
I cum, and I cum hard.
Convulsing around his cock, screaming his name, clutching his hair, kissing him with a force that makes my lips burn.
“Fuck,” he bellows, tearing his mouth away from mine.
His cock pulses.
He’s coming, I can feel every throb.
His big body is tense around mine.
And good lord, I don’t think I’ll ever feel this way again in my life.
What the hell am I going to do now?
~10~
SASKIA
“I’m done.”
I stare at Enzo, who is watching me across the visitor’s table, eyes narrowed, studying me. It took everything inside me to come in here today and do this. My heart didn’t want to, it really didn’t want to, but after last night, I knew I had to. Not because of Mason, but for myself. I don’t deserve to chase around a man that clearly doesn’t care about me. I am sorry for what I did, I’ll make sure he knows that, but I’m not going to put my life on hold for him any longer.
It hurts, though, it does.
But it’s a strange kind of hurt. More like an attachment, like a struggle to let go. I’ve been with him a long time; he was my rock, my support, and now I’m going to have to step out there alone. But the last month has shown me, if anything, that I’m fully capable of doing that. It’s time to open a new door, and it’s going to suck. I know there are going to be times when I need him and it’s going to feel awful, but I’m strong.
And I deserve better.
“Don’t fuck with me, Saskia.”
“I’m not fucking with you, Enzo. In fact, I loved you. Wholeheartedly, for over five years. I gave you everything, and you slept with my sister, and not only that but you got her pregnant. I know that you know better, so you chose to do that, and you chose to hurt me. I didn’t deserve that, not for a single second.”
He leans forward, eyes angry. “You put me in prison!”
“You slept with my sister and got her pregnant,” I mutter back. “We can go back and forth about what’s worse, but the fact of the matter is, we both screwed up. You don’t owe me anything, but I sure as hell don’t owe you anything, either.”
“Bullshit!”
“I know you’re angry, and I’m sorry, but I need to move on with my life. You made your choices, you chose to do what you did, and now you have to live with it.”
His eyes flash. “You’re not walking out of here, and you’re not walking away from me until my debt is paid.”
“Sorry,” I say, standing. I have to leave now, before I get too weak and give in, or feel guilty. This is the right thing, I know it is.
“You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?” he demands.
I glance down at him. “It wouldn’t matter if I was or if I wasn’t. I still owe you nothing, and we both know it.”
His eyes lock on mine.
And he tries something else.
The tactic that I’m far weaker towards.
It’s easier when he’s a dick.
So much easier.
“I do love you, Saskia. I was in a bad place. Fucking struggling, but I do love you. Didn’t stay with you that long because I had nothing better, I did it because I wanted to be with you, and I still do.”
My heart aches. It aches.
“Baby, come on, we’re both angry, can’t we sit down and talk properly? I will sort Yolanda out. I don’t want to be with her, regardless of what she’s telling you. I fucked up. You fucked up. We can fix it. We can pay the debt off and start again, just you and me.”
Those words.
The words I have wanted to hear for so long.
They hit me right in the heart.
But I know he doesn’t mean them.
I’m not stupid.
“You made your bed, Enzo. Now you must lie in it. I’m done.”
I turn and walk out.
“It isn’t over, it’s far from over! Watch your back, Saskia,” he calls after me, causing the guards to storm over.