Instead of letting me go, he pushed his fingers deeper into my mouth and bit down on my nipple, tugging on it with his lips. My legs trembled, and I moved my hips from side to side, trying to displace all the ecstacy rushing right to my core because it was too much. I moaned loudly on his hand and squeezed my eyes closed, trying to be quiet.
But wave after wave of pleasure pumped through me, and my whole body felt like it was tingling. My torso jerked back and forth on the couch as I tried to breathe evenly.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a pussy,” Melissa said from downstairs.
I stared at Michael, my pussy pulsing over and over. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and stood up, his swollen cock pressing against the front of his pants.
“Michael,” I whispered, aching for him to fill me. “We can’t.”
Victor grumbled downstairs and said something incoherent, and Melissa laughed.
“Stop it. We’ve been fucking around for months. Now that you two are over, we can finally be together,Mason.”
And my heart stopped.
CHAPTER31
MIA
All I felt was anger, rage, and intense pain. I froze and stared up at Michael, whose sultry expression dropped and was replaced with a tense and confused one. Melissa continued laughing downstairs, and I didn’t want to believe what she had said. She was my best friend.
But then I heard Mason saying the same things to her that he used to say to me when we first started dating. And I snapped. I hopped off the couch, snatched my shirt from Michael’s hand, and pulled it over my head.
Before I could even stop myself to think about this rationally, I stormed down the stairs with Michael close behind me. Mason was lying on his back on the couch with Melissa straddling his waist, his hands slipping under her shirt and his gaze fixed on her tits.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed.
They both jumped up in surprise and looked in my direction. Melissa pushed Mason away, lips parting and pressing together, as if she didn’t know what to say.
I rushed toward them. “You two have been fucking behind my back for months?!” I shouted at them, and then I turned toward Melissa. “He was my fucking boyfriend, and you were supposed to be my best friend.”
She shook her head. “Mia … you always complained about him, and I—”
“So?!” I screamed, tears threatening to fall. “You were supposed to support me, not fuck him! Why would you do that to me?”
Mason stood and grabbed my arm. “Mia, settle down. It wasn’t serious.”
I ripped my arm out of his grip and glared at him. “Don’t tell me to settle down,” I said, my cheeks flushing. I stepped toward him and slammed my hands right into his chest. “You cheated on me for months. If you wanted to break up, you should’ve done it!”
I stepped toward him again, but Michael wrapped his arm around my waist and held me back.
His body was tense behind me, and I didn’t have to turn around to know that he was as angry as I was. I could feel it. He pushed me behind him, his back muscles flexing through his shirt.
Melissa furrowed her brows. “Wait, why are you here and …” She looked down at my bare legs. “Why don’t you have pants on?”
My blood was boiling, and I didn’t feel bad anymore for sleeping with her father. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her. “I’m here because I’m fucking your dad. And I don’t give a single fuck about what you think about it anymore.” Because she wasn’t my friend.
“This is the guy you were fucking when you broke up with me?” Mason said. His jaw twitched, and he lunged toward Michael.
My heart pounded in my chest. I knew that Mason was a loose cannon. I didn’t know what he’d do to Michael, so I stepped in front of Michael because I wanted to protect him, but Mason pushed me out of the way like I was nothing. I slammed into the wall, my head bouncing off it, and watched Mason swing at Michael. All I wanted to do was scream at him to stop, but I couldn’t get myself to do it without choking on my tears.
Michael’s eyes flickered to me, and he swiftly dodged Mason’s stupid fucking punch, wrapped his hand around the front of his throat, and pulled him close. “Don’t you dare put your hands on Mia or my daughter again.”
Mason struggled in his hold, trying so desperately to get out, but Michael shoved him against the wall and leaned closer to him. His jaw was clenched, the vein in his neck prominent. He squeezed his hands hard until Mason was gasping for breath and clawing at his wrist. He said something into Mason’s ear, so quietly that I couldn’t hear it.
“Are you serious, Mia?” Melissa asked, drawing my attention away from Michael.
I cradled my head, pain shooting through it, and glared at her.
