“Don’t fight me!” Mason growls into my ear as he pulls me through the club in a stronghold, my arms locked at my sides.
“Put me down!” I shout, clawing at his arms.
A door is held open for him as we enter a room at the back of the club. He leans his back against the hardwood once it’s shut, my breathing and the muffled thud of the music now the only sound. He lowers my feet tentatively to the floor but doesn’t release my arms.
“Nina, calm down,” he whispers into my ear, his breathing calm and the opposite of mine.
“No, that little cokehead bitch thinks she can judge me!”
“I already had security on the way to tell them to leave when you reacted,” he tells me. “Calm down, please.”
“You didn’t hear what she said, Mason,” I rage.
“I didn’t need to. I saw how her words affected you,” he says softly. “You should know, the only woman I have any interest in fucking, is you. You’ve become the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about at night.”
His words are so unexpected they have my heart hammering in my chest for an entirely different reason. I stop resisting his hold, my head dropping back to his shoulder as I sigh, processing his words.
I turn my head into his neck, his earthy scent calming me instantly.
“There she is,” he whispers, planting a soft kiss on my jaw.
And that’s all I get before he spins me. He drops me to my feet then pushes me back against the door, sinking onto his knees in front of me. His hands bunch the material at my waist, pulling it up and exposing my lower body to his hungry gaze.
Leaning in, he rests his head against my stomach, placing soft kisses around my navel.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Nina,” he rasps, hooking his fingers into the top of my underwear, slowly dragging them down my legs.
Our eyes meet as he feathers his hand from my waist down to the back of my knee, lifting my left leg and placing it over his shoulder. I shudder, swallowing thickly as I stand bared to him in the most intimate way.
He licks his lips as he looks at me there, and sensing what comes next, my hands fall to his head in a pathetic effort to stop him. Once he does this, I know we cross the line. I won’t come back from it. He’s already under my skin, my feelings for him being so much more than I’ll allow myself to admit.
He pauses, his warm breath puffing out against me as his eyes lift, losing himself in mine momentarily. “I know,” he states as if sensing my thoughts.
His hand comes between us, spreading my lips open wide. He doesn’t give me a chance to think, to allow my body to adjust to the rush of cold air against my wetness. His mouth comes down on me, and the warmth of his smooth tongue tracing the slick flesh between my legs has me pulling his head in deeper. He gently nips at my clit before flattening his tongue and licking up the length of my sex, sucking the little bud of nerves back into his mouth when he reaches the top.
My hands push his hair back from his face so I can watch him, and a growl vibrates through his chest as I disturb him. A knot forms in my stomach as my body begins to burn from his talented mouth. A kiss, nibble, lick, followed by long deep sucks against my slit. I throw my head back, knowing I’ll come too fast and end this perfection if I continue to watch him. It’s why I’m so unprepared when his first finger enters me.
I moan, grinding my hips down to meet his hand as he fills me. He removes his finger, and I whimper at the loss until he starts spreading my wetness through my folds and up over my clit. A jolt of pleasure courses through me.
“I’m so close,” I breathe out, my fingers clenching tight in his hair. “Mase,” I beg.
Three thick fingers harshly stretch me open, my stomach coiling tight when Mason groans against me.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he admits, his body trembling as I struggle to take him fully. He takes his time, working his fingers to find the spot he’s been looking for then rubbing against it relentlessly.
The first tremor racks through my body and my cries must slash at the last of his control. I watch in pure, unmeasurable desire as he begins pumping his hand into me whilst sucking my wet flesh almost violently between his lips.
“Mase,” I gasp.
My body starts to shake as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced rushes through me. I pinch my eyes closed as I try to control my limbs because at this moment in time they don’t feel like my own—I feel so deeply sated, my body giving everything to this man.
As I come down from my blissful high, I peek down at the man who kneels at my feet.
His jaw hangs slack, lips shining from my arousal as he asks, “Can I take you home now, Pixie?”
8
Nina
