“Shhh, it’s okay.” Despite my discomfort I couldn’t help but sigh when his lips pressed down on the top of my head. “The hard part’s over.”
I buried my face in his chest and whispered, “Are we done?”
“Not even close,” he snickered. “But don’t worry, you’ll like the next part.”
I highly doubted that. I didn’t like anything about sex. It hurt. Well… I wriggled my hips. It didn’t really hurt so much anymore, but there was something impossibly large wedged inside me. It felt wrong. Like I was full in a way that I shouldn’t be. I wanted to squirm away from it. And I tried, but that was apparently the wrong thing to do.
Mason clamped his hand down on my hip and growled, “Hang on, Freckles.”
Then he fucked me.
The first couple strokes brought back the ache in my core, but then something else took over. Something wild and feral. A beast that had me clawing at his back and begging for more. And Mason gave it. He fisted my hair and pounded into me with so much force we slid across the floor. All I could do was what he told me to. Hang on.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Freckles, I should’ve fucked you years ago.”
When his fingers wrapped around my throat, I thought it was just another ‘stay where you are’ move. Until he tightened his grip, choking the air out of my lungs.
“Lying little bitch.”
The anger sparking in his green eyes was more terrifying than the fact that I couldn’t breathe. He wanted to kill me. I could see it all over his face.
“You ruined everything,” he growled, while driving into me, over and over again.
Every thrust he gave was filled with more and more rage. He was pumping his anger into me. Forcing me to taste the bitter betrayal I fed him, and all I could do was cry.
My lungs were on fire and blackness started to seep into my vision.
“I fucking hate you,” Mason hissed as he gave one final thrust and emptied himself inside me.
The beautiful boy I loved wasn’t just broken. He was destroyed.
And it was all my fault.
I fucked her.
Son of a bitch!
That was one line I should’ve never crossed. Now not only did I damn near kill her, but I wanted to fuck her again, and again, and again, and again. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt wrapped around me and how her walls squeezed my cock.
Even her taste lingered on my tongue – which was something I wouldn’t have had to do if Harper wasn’t so tight. Ever try to force your way in a dry hole? That shit wasn’t fun. And even when she was wet, I still had to inch my way in. It was fucking annoying. Not that my dick cared. He was hard and ready to go again.
God damnit.
Maybe I should’ve killed her and put us both out of our misery? That would’ve been the smart thing to do. Just keep on choking her and call it a day. Disposing of a body was always a pain in the ass. That would’ve been better than sitting in a bathtub with the object of my desire between my legs.
Harper shifted her ass, causing water to slosh against the cast iron sides. I couldn’t help but sneer at some of the bubbles sliding down her back. What kind of man puts bubbles in a bath? A pussy ass bitch whose first thought is ‘girls like bubbles’, that’s who.
Who the fuck cared what girls liked? I should’ve left Harper on the floor looking like a mess with half her clothes on, crying. But no. I had to scoop her up for a nice soak in the tub. And all because I’d seen something that I couldn’t unsee.
There I was, lost in the way her warm walls wrapped around me, then I looked down. At her. It wasn’t the fear twisting Harper’s face that set me off. It was the way she was reaching out to me. That pull on her lip and glimmer in her big brown eyes that told me she needed me. She needed my comfort and protection, and fuck me I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and kiss the top of her head like I used to.
It’d been a long time since I’d seen that look, or that girl. I couldn’t handle it, so I decided to destroy it. Smash that expression to bits until it was pushed away like the memories in the back of my head. Then when it was gone, I wanted to bring it back. Bring back the girl who’d never side with a piece of shit over me. Except that girl did side with him. Harper chose Ned seven years ago and threw me under the bus.
That wouldn’t happen again. I’d kill her before I let him have her.
I tipped my head and pulled my eyes down Harper’s back, to the wave of her red hair floating in the water. She was so sad and pathetic. Huddled up as far away from me as she could get, hugging her knees. I should just kill her.
My hand lifted out of the water and flattened on the top of her head. It wouldn’t take much to hold her under until she stopped struggling. Just a couple minutes and it’d all be over. Quick and easy. But I couldn’t do it. As much as I wanted to end it all, I couldn’t let her go.
