"But I mean it, Mason," she whispers, her eyes watery as she looks at me again. "That's why I've been freaking out so much. It was easy to deal with being ghosted or having a date arrested before, because none of them mattered. They were just guys I barely knew. They didn't mean anything. But you mean something. If you left, it'd break my heart because…because…"
"Say it."
"Because I love you."
Jesus.
"I've never felt this way before, and I'm afraid I'll mess it up." Her bottom lip quivers. "I don't want to mess it up. I do that a lot, you know. I'm kind of a disaster."
"No, you're perfect, exactly the kind of chaos that was missing from my life. I don't love you because you're just like everyone else, Olive. I love you because you're not like anyone else. You're you. You can't mess that up, baby. It's not possible."
"I love you." She chokes on a sob.
I press my forehead to hers, slipping my ring on her finger.
"You d-didn't ask me," she sniffles, staring at it.
"Hold your horses," I mutter, shifting her to drag my cock out. The bastard is already hard and aching, just begging for another taste of her. He's never satisfied. No matter how many times a day I'm inside her, I always want more. I place myself between her legs, rocking her against me so my cock drags against her clit.
Her head falls back on a moan.
I keep going, not letting up until she's trembling on my lap. And then I lift her just enough to drag her onto my cock. We both moan as she sinks down on me, taking me all the way to the hilt.
"Marry me," I groan, my hands locked around her waist when she's right where I want her—dripping and writhing all over my cock. "Say you'll be mine for the rest of my life, Rebel."
"Yes," she chokes, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Yes, Mason."
Fuck.
I lift her and then slam her down on me again and then again, fucking wild for her. I can't stop. I just fucking…lose it, fucking up into her like my life depends on it.
She shouts my name, her inner muscles clenching around me as she comes all over my cock.
I still don't stop. I can't. I flip her over, pinning her between me and the desk with her ass in the air. Her cheeks jiggle as I slam back inside her, craning her head back at the same time.
"You look beautiful wearing nothing but my ring and your pleasure, Olive," I growl, smacking her ass as I drive into her in relentless strikes, determined to make her come apart for me again. "You like knowing how fucking wild I am for you?"
"I love it!" she sobs. "I love it so much, Mason."
"Good." I plaster myself to her back, planting my lips against her ear. "I was made for you, Rebel. I'll spend the rest of my life proving that you belong to me, every single day, in every single way." I nip her skin, just hard enough so she feels it. "I love you."
She shatters with the sweetest whimper, her cunt locking down on my cock like a vise. I fuck her through it, wringing out every last quiver and aftershock before I plant myself deep, letting her sweet voice and the way she shakes tip me over the edge with her.
"I love you, Mason."
My damn knees threaten to buckle.
I collapse back in the chair, dragging her down with me. My arms are around her, holding her so tightly I know she can't breathe, but I can't let her go, either.
"You're everything to me," I breathe, kissing everywhere I can reach. "Absolutely everything. Don't you dare change on me."
"Promise," she sighs, melting against me.
We sit in silence for a long moment, trying to catch our breath.
"Asshole!" Paulina shrieks into the silence. "Woof, woof, asshole!"
"Jesus Christ," I mutter.
