In which Mason realizes his sweet little wife is much tougher than he thinks.
Mason…
“Michael shouldn’t have brought you here.”
Afton is standing in the middle of the grimy dressing room in her pretty white dress, her chestnut hair and skin glowing in the weak light and looking profoundly out of place.
“I’m glad he did,” she says boldly. “I should be here.”
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I’m covered in sweat and blood, mostly my opponent’s. A long scrape runs across my chest and bruises are blooming over my arms and stomach. My left foot is bleeding, I don’t remember how that happened. I look nothing like the businessman she thought she married. I look like an animal, a beast.
“You already saw me beat someone to death who threatened you,” I say sharply. She flinches a little. Good. She should be afraid of me. “Did you enjoy it? Is that it? Do you get off on watching?”
“No, I don’t,” she snaps. “Do I enjoy watching you get hurt? Putting your life in danger? Of course not. But this…” She waves her hand, encompassing me and the room. “This makes sense now.Youmake sense.”
Grabbing a towel, I wipe off the worst of the blood. “You don’t know anything about me, other than what I choose to show you.”
Oh, that makes her mad. I want her to be angry. Angry and walking away from me. “I’m not the trusting girl you thought you married, Mason, and you’re not asdeepas you think you are.”
I move toward her, backing her up against the cracked brick wall. “Really. You’re still a traitor and I put you away in the beach cottage because of it. Your insights don’t matter.”
Her jaw clenches and so do her hands, like she’s about to take a swing at me.
“I know I betrayed you. I should have talked to you about Lucia and my dad, I just… I didn’t know what to say. If you’d even listen.”
My laughter is harsh and she flinches slightly. “So, your answer was to give your unstable fuck of a father extremely dangerous technology.”
“You’ve already punished me,” she says stubbornly. “And I think it upset you, too. I think you nearly getting your heart torn out of your chest is part of it. This how you handle your rage, right? I can understand this.”
“This is the only way I can be who I am to the rest of the family. I can shut down all the fury if-” Why thefuckam I telling her anything? She should be terrified, not looking at me like she’s had a revelation and is not at all upset by it. Looking at me as if all the puzzle pieces snapped together.
“You’re cold and controlled but when you can’t stuff it down anymore, you turn into this guy?” She waves her hand at my bloody self. “Okay. Show me.”
Shaking my head, I step back. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I watched you fight,” she says, taking a step forward. “I think I understand it. Go ahead and show me.”
“This is not who I am,” I say coldly. “We’re not getting into this here.”
“Itiswho you are,” she persists, “part of you, anyway. You can still be chilly and controlled Mason for the rest of the family, but I know Michael would not have brought me here if he didn’t think I could handle it. Do you want me to run away, crying? Is that it? Because I’m not going to.”
Stepping into the shower, I turn it on.
“Take off your clothes.” Afton’s eyes widen as I pull off my shorts, standing under the water, naked. She takes the challenge, kicking off her sandals and reaching back to unzip her dress. She’s not practiced, not stripping for me in a sensual way, but her movements are sweetly graceful. Running the soap over my chest, I say, “Go on.”
Afton blushes a beautiful shade of pink as she takes off her bra, her panties sliding down those long, smooth legs. My cock is already hard as I run the soap over it, fisting it as she walks into the shower.
“On your knees.”
My pretty wife sucks in a deep breath, and she lowers herself, sitting back on her heels. My grip tightens on my cock and I hastily rinse off as I picture her mouth around it.
“Open your mouth.” Twining her ponytail around my hand, I pull her head back. “I’m not going to be careful.”
“You don’t have to be,” she says. There’s a slight quiver behind the words, but she doesn’t move, looking up at me.
Tugging on her hair, I enjoy her little gasp before fitting the head of my cock in her mouth. I could come just like this, her pink lips stretched around me and those big, blue eyes staring up at me.
“Use your tongue.”
