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)
“How’d that go down?”
“Well, from tonight, you can see it didn’t go down well. He did tell me that I’d pay for doing it, I just didn’t think he’d actually send someone around here.”
“You should have told me he threatened you.”
I glance up at him. “Why?”
He stares at me, face hard. “Because I could have made sure you were safe.”
Oh.
Right.
I say nothing, I just keep cleaning his hand, and then I cover it with a bandage and stand, putting the first-aid kit away.
“I’m going to have a shower and go to bed. Tonight, it’s safe to say, sucked a big fat dick.”
Mason snorts, and I glance at him.
“Thanks,” I say, my voice genuine. “For what you did tonight.”
He nods.
And then I leave the room and go to mine.
Feeling drained.
A little scared.
And a lot confused.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
I can’t sleep.
I can’t even get comfortable.
I had a long hot shower then laid down. Within ten minutes, I couldn’t handle lying for a single second more, my mind overtook everything and sent me over the edge. So now, for some strange reason, I find myself walking toward Mason’s room. I’m not sure why. I guess, part of me wants to know more. More about what they’re going to do. More about how deep Enzo was in with drugs. More about everything.
I have no idea if he’ll be asleep yet, or if he’s awake and I’m going to annoy the ever-loving shit out of him coming in here.
Either way, I’m still doing it.
I reach his door and knock a few times, but I don’t hear anything inside. I turn the door handle and crack it open carefully, peering in. He isn’t in his bed, but the television is on and the sheets are back, which means he’s obviously getting ready to be in his bed. I step in, leaving the door open, and call out softly but hear nothing. I walk in farther and glance at the bathroom just as the door opens and Mason steps out.
I halt. Unable to move. Unable to breathe.
I just stand there, completely frozen in spot.
He’s naked. Blissfully, gloriously, naked.
Every inch of his hard body is glistening from his shower, his long hair is unbraided and loose around his shoulders, water droplets coming off the ends and rolling down his chest. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, and good lord, I can’t look away. I don’t want to look away. I want to lunge at him, every inch of my body is screaming at me to attack, in the best possible way, of course.
My knees shake, and I whisper, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were ... uh ...”
Why haven’t I run out of this room yet?
Why am I still standing here?
Why am I hoping he’ll stride over and ...
Good lord.
He’s striding over.
Like a lion on a hunt. His eyes are intense. So fucking intense I can’t breathe for a few torturous seconds as he stalks toward me. On a mission.
“Ma—” I begin, but he reaches me, leans down, curls both hands around my ass, and launches me up and into his arms.
I don’t protest.
I don’t even want to try.
My mouth finds his and I kiss him; I kiss him so hard my lips burn, but it’s the best feeling in the whole world. It feels incredible, so fucking good. He kisses me back, lips warm from the shower, body hard and wet. I reach for that thick, long hair, and tangle my fingers through it, tugging, bringing his lips closer even though they’re already smashed against mine.
More.
I need more.
He walks to the bed and drops me down, and I bounce just a little before his hands go to my panties and he grabs hold of them. “What the fuck did I say about walkin’ about my house in these?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“I said I’d fuck you. And now, I’m goin’ to fuck you.”
The panties disappear quickly, sliding off my body with little to no effort. And then his big body is looming over mine, going for my cotton tank and jerking it up and over my head, leaving me as naked as him and equally as aroused.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
God damn.
My pussy just became team Mason.
His mouth drops to my neck, and he starts kissing and licking, slowly moving down over my flesh, making me quiver with every second that passes. Down over my collar bone he moves, over my chest, until he reaches my breasts. His mouth curls around my nipple, and I gasp, arching up, causing his big hands to find my hips and pin me back down. He’s so dominant, so strong, so fucking powerful. There is no control when it comes to Mason.
He makes the rules.
He licks and sucks until I’m gasping and my breath hitches. I try to thrust up into him, but he isn’t allowing me any access. He’s taking what he wants, and only what he wants. He releases a hand from my hip and slides it between my thighs, finding me soaked and ready. With a growl against my nipple, he slips a finger inside me and starts rotating it around, in small circles at first, and then putting a little more pressure on. He’s not thrusting his finger, not fucking me with it, but instead rubbing that bundle of nerves inside me.