With an angry growl, he floods inside me, fills me and more, his warmth trailing down my thighs. Lost in him, weak inhis arms, I close my eyes while he caresses my breasts and kisses the length of my neck to the tip of my shoulder.
Then all of a sudden, he shoves me down. My face hits the mattress as I land on my front, and his fingers trail up my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I breathe out heavily, my heart pounding.
“Fucking my babies inside you, princess. You missed some.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, burying my face in the sheets, lying tired and wasted, as he drives his fingers inside me, fucking me with his cum, fucking his cum into me.
“Eyes on me as I breed you, little dove.”
Mason lifts my head. Our eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror as he scissors his fingers and watches me moan, determined to pull yet another orgasm out of me. My punishment for making him come. My legs wiggle uselessly beneath him as he holds my gaze and brings me to my peak for the third time.
It happens then.
Between exploding heat and sharp pleasure.
Something in the mirror catches my attention. Something I would have noticed before if I weren’t being relentlessly fucked by him.
“Mason,” I mumble.
“Yes, little dove,” he snickers next to my head.
His gaze follows mine in the reflection of the mirror, seeing what I am, behind the door.
“What is my suitcase doing in your bedroom?”
“Our bedroom.” He kisses my forehead. “Welcome home, princess.”
An evil smirk splits his face as he curls his fingers inside me, bending me to his will, once again.
“Mason!” I scream.
30
EVA
I hurlmyself off the bed so quickly, my head clouds.
Still, I jump off the bed, pulling the covers with me, then wrapping them around myself and holding them tight against my chest.
“Are you crazy?” I yell at Mason. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Move in with him and his psycho friends?
Nope. Not going to happen.
“You are safer here.” He leans back on the headboard with a lazy smile curved at his mouth.
“I’m safe at Charlton House.” I throw out a hand, then grab the sheets when they slide down my front and tuck them in with both hands. “Or did you not notice the guards in black suits?”
“I don’t like other men around you.” He lifts a shoulder.
“I don’t care,” I seethe. “I’m not living with the three scariest people in Fort.”
“One,” he corrects me.
My eyebrows scrunch together. “What about Kane and Hugo?”
