“Come now, my dirty, delicious girl. Show me. I’m going to fuck you next, to the hilt, make you wet and messy and then you’lllick your juices off me.” Mason’s eyes are blazing, his hand pulling hard on his cock and his gaze fixed on my center.
I come. I feel the moisture slick down my hand and on my thighs and I wish that heartless, manipulative bastard was deep inside right now, coming with me.
My shaking legs can’t hold me, so I slide onto the bench with a thump. Even my fantasies about Mason make me come harder than I knew was possible.
***
Mason…
The red haze that seems to consume me during violence is infuriating. I used to fight in underground tournaments in my early twenties until I learned to control it… most of the time, at least. But I’ve never felt it sweep over me the way it did when I pushed Afton against the wall and pressed my cock against her. I was mindless. I wanted to bite her shoulder, her neck, that soft earlobe, squeezing her breasts a little too hard, sliding her nipples between my fingers and tugging.
Would she moan? Beg me for more? Those sweet breasts are a perfect handful, my scarred fingers against her pale skin.
Enough.
Pulling on some sweatpants, I head down the hall to check on Afton. We need to talk. It’s time to find out what she’s fighting, what’s pushing her away.
Her bedroom door (a fucking temporary situation) is open and I tap on it lightly. There’s steam billowing out of the bathroom, I’m about to turn away to leave and I hear it.
A little moan, the kind that squeaks out between lips pressed tightly together.
Standing close to the bathroom mirror, I can see the reflection of my pretty wife in the shower, leg up on the bench and fingers buried inside that pussy.
Mypussy.
She’ll learn not to orgasm until I give her permission, but for now, I can’t stop watching her get herself off, pulling on her nipples, slick, glistening fingers plunging inside her cunt. Her back arches sharply and I hear it, a husky, needy groan of “Mason…” as she comes.
I want to hear her say it again. While she’s on her knees, or when I’m inside her, eating her pussy, perhaps moaning it into my mouth. I want to hear her call for me when I’m fucking into her from behind, held open wide by a spreader bar and…
Groaning as my cock takes over, I come, squeezing it like that’s going to stop it. Come splatters on my chest, on my hand and I grab one of her little tank tops, wiping myself and throwing it in the hamper. I want her to find it. To wonder how it happened, to sink her long fingers inside herself and come and come, calling out for me.
Chapter Seventeen
In which Afton fears Mason has moved on to Phase Three of his plan.
Afton…
“You have a lunch date.”
I look up from my laptop as Mason walks into the beautiful old greenhouse attached to the back of his mansion. It’s my favorite place in this enormous, chilly house. The weak Glasgow sun comes through the glass and illuminates the long wooden tables covered by a profusion of flowers thatsomeoneplanted. Somehow I can’t picture my rigidly ordered husband on his knees in the dirt.
I’d asked him once why all the pretty plants were in here, instead of the house.
“Because this is where they belong,” he’d said.
Looking at him now, I bite my lip. “I do? Where are we going?”
We haven’t spoken about last night. Not the shooting, or the fact that my husband beat someone to death for me, or the highly vivid memory of him kissing me like he wanted to absorb me completely into his body, embed me in his DNA.
Thank you to whatever random anti-love demi-god who intervenes in situations like these. Though part of mehatesmyself for pulling away.
“Not with me, darling.” He settles into a chair across from me, wearing black dress slacks (of course) and a green cashmere sweater. This is the most dressed down I 've ever seen him, aside from that night he returned home, ragged and still bleeding in his tactical suit.
“...cousins.”
I missed something while I was perving on his fashion sense. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?”
“My sisters and the female cousins want to take you out to lunch and get to know you.”
