Mason squints, appraising my face, before his jaw hardens.
“I see someone needs a reminder of ownership.” He grabs my thigh and flips me around. I suck in a sharp breath. “On all fours,” he growls.
The mattress sighs beneath me when I rise to my hands and knees. In one smooth motion, he yanks my top down, tearing the strap.
“Will you stop ruining all my clothes?” I complain as tethers of silk fall off me in pieces while he unhooks my bra and pulls down my skirt, until I’m before him, naked, fully exposed.
“I’ll buy you more,” he hisses, then grips my hips.
My thighs clench reflexively, and when the tip of his cock kisses my opening, my pussy lips part, inviting him. He grunts as he thrusts inside. All the way in.
“Fuck.” My head falls back, my spine bending into a deep curve as I take him, to the hilt.
His fingers dig into the back of my head when he starts pounding my pussy, hard and fast. As he usually does. Diving into the deep. Not giving a chance to breathe. Determined to touch every nook and cranny inside me. Yet, I know he isholding back from truly unleashing himself on me. That this is just a teaser of what my monsterreallycraves. And I’m thankful for that restraint. Because as much as I want to drown in Mason, I can barely survive what he is doing to me now.
My body shakes around his cock with every thrust as he starts fucking me at a maddening speed. My fingers clutch the silk sheets so tight, my knuckles go white. Even the solid frame of his bed complains, creaking beneath us in protest.
I moan and whimper when he rams my G-spot, but he slows down as soon as I get close.
“Fuck, stop doing that.”
“If you want to come, it’s going to cost you, princess,” he snickers.
“Wh-at?” I croak.
“What was the fucking pool incident, hmm?” he demands. “And don’t fucking lie to me,” he grunts and thrusts hard. A warning.
“It’s not what you think,” I murmur.
I knew he wouldn’t let it go. When Mason is feral like this, he doesn’t just want to own menow; he wants a copyright on my past, present, and future. All of it.
“Answer the question,” he says with another harsh thrust that makes me scream his name.
“We were kids,” I blurt out. He slows when I struggle to speak. “Nick poured barbecue oil into Grandpa’s pool, then blamed it on me. It was nothing.”
He chuckles and pulls me toward him by my hair, my back meeting his chest as he kisses up my neck, then bites my earlobe. “Good. The thought of you in a bikini with him has been melting my fucking brain,” he mutters and starts thrusting up into me.
Heat courses through me as my walls clench, struggling to take all of him in. He is so enormous, he fills me to my full capacity, then stretches me further.
A moan rasps out of me when I catch our reflection in the mirror. Both of us on our knees, sinking into silks, him with his T-shirt on and me stark naked.
Power. Dominance. Distance.Cruelty.
Two weeks of daily fucks, and I have still not seen him naked. It’s criminal, really. To have memorized every muscle on his ripped chest through cotton, yet never having laid eyes on them once. I reach for it, trying to pull it off, but he clamps both my breasts and crushes me into his ribs. His cock pulls out to the tip, then slams in. Again. And again.
“Fuck,” he groans, extorting more moans from me. “I’ve been fucking you for weeks. How on earth are you still so fucking tight?”
Then he turns mad, and rams into me like a caveman, harder, faster, deeper. My hand wraps around his neck. I bite my lip to suppress the screams tearing out of me while he pounds my core, making fire explode inside me. My lower belly contracts and I come so hard, my entire frame trembles in his iron grip. Still, he shows no sign of ending this sweet torment.
That’s the thing about Mason. If I didn’t beg him to stop, pleading and bargaining my soul, he’d never stop fucking me.
“Please,” I pant, palming his face and kissing his cheek. “I’m going to pass out, Mason. Tomorrow, do what you want with me. Plea-se… I’m beg-ging…” I moan.
“Christ, Eva, stop talking,” he grunts as I clench around him, strangling his dick, beckoning him.
“Fuck.” His eyes ignite.
The look on Mason’s face when he comes—the brown in his eyes turning into something molten and fierce, the way his jaw tightens, lips muttering claims—it’s a sight that stops the heart. I always secretly come a little when I watch him orgasm.
