He eases out and slams back into me. “You, what? Say it, London.”
I buck against him, my heart galloping steadily at this point. “I… yes, just like that.”
Mason’s chuckle sends another wave through me. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
He circles his hips and slides out of me. I lift my back off the mattress and lick my lips. Mason slams into me again, and waves of pleasure build within me. His fingers dig into my waist as he steadily eases in and out of me. My chest is tight as I listen to the sound of his heavy breathing and wonder how much longer I can hold out.
His fingers move to the back of my neck, and when he whips the blindfold off, my vision is blurry. I blink, and Mason is poised over me, his skin slick with sweat. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and thrusts in. My mouth forms a surprised O as he throws my other leg over his shoulders, and it feels like I’m floating.
How does he know exactly how to drive me to the edge of ecstasy and back?
Mason’s rhythm changes, turning frenzied. His breathing comes in short, quick puffs as he pounds into me. Then he lowers my legs, and I link them around his waist. I try to remember to breathe as Mason reaches over me and unlocks the handcuffs. I rake my nails down his back, and he hisses.
He laces his fingers through mine and pins my hands on either side of me.
Pressure continues to build as we buck against each other, the bed dipping and creaking with each movement.
All at once, I’m falling, gasping, and writhing with pleasure as I come undone beneath him.
A few moments later, Mason’s release comes in short, quick spurts. He throws his head back and shouts when he’s done. Myvision swims in and out of focus. Slowly, Mason eases out of me and collapses onto the mattress next to me. I turn to face him, and he drapes an arm around me. I exhale as I snuggle into his side and wait for my heart to stop racing.
Mason presses a kiss to the side of my head.
I awake the next morning to a thin steam in the room and the smell of soap. I pull the sheets up as I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I notice an envelope on the pillow next to me. My eyes widen as I see the amount of cash inside.
I leave the envelope on the nightstand and stand up, but Mason is nowhere to be found.
Katia is waiting outside the door when I emerge with damp hair and fresh clothes a while later.
“I want to hire protection for my dad,” I tell her. “Maybe my mom, too.”
Katia doesn’t say anything.
“Also, maybe we should look into more protection for me, so you’re not overwhelmed,” I continue. “I’m sure you have better things to do than watch me all the time.”
Katia scoffs. “I do, but you’d better get used to having me around.”
I sigh. “Okay, how about having someone else around for my peace of mind?”
Katia raises an eyebrow. “You’re smart not to trust me, Barbie.”
“You could also train me,” I add, after a brief pause. “I think it’s important that I learn how to hold my own.”
Katia bursts into laughter. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?”
It’s a free pass for Katia to kick me around, and I hate that she’s enjoying this so much.
Mason handing me an envelope full of cash is his way of helping, and while it stings to realize he doesn’t want to be more involved, I know he’s got a lot on his mind.
He’s giving you the space to make decisions and trusting you to make the right ones.
First, I need to make sure my parents are safe.
And then I need to find a way to help stop the war, but I have no idea what I’m meant to bring to the table.
I spend the rest of the morning reviewing security options vetted by Mason, with Katia hovering over me and a sense of impending doom in the back of my mind.
Chapter Seven
