My heart stutters. Whatever the reasons for my complete lack of control around this man, I’m not ready for this, or for his crude words, or the sight of the thick crown of his dick, now protruding out of his boxers.
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper, then bite my lip.
Now, why the hell did you have to tell him that?
Is there one vulnerable piece of you that you’ll keep to yourself?
Mason’s brows furrow, hand pausing on my barely covered arse for a moment before—Slap!
Did he just spank me?
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he barks.
“It’s not a lie,” I say, offended.
“You expect me to believe you got to twenty with that face and this fucking body without a cock inside you?”
Was that supposed to be a compliment?
It isn’t for lack of trying. I came close with my ex. It just never felt right. Or even this wrong. Sinful. Forbidden. Worth being damned for.
But it’s a personal choice. One I won’t be shamed for.
“Just because you decided to whore yourself out since adolescence, doesn’t mean everyone else does.”
“Why not?” he asks, his voice genuinely curious.
“Just… didn’t happen,” I whisper.
“It’s happening now, no?” He cups both my arse cheeks, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he starts moving me up and down his bulge.
I stare at Mason, speechless. The man is a walking sin, masked as a human. Every feature crafted with precision, intended to lure you in. A face so devastatingly beautiful, it teases the edges of your sanity.
“You don’t want it to be me?” he asks, before his gaze flicks to the door and his nails into my flesh. “Do you want it to behim? Is that why you are wearing this?” His eyes peer down the cleavage of my nightdress that’s sticking to my skin like poured ink.
I purse my lips. He has already pierced all boundaries, gained access to every weakness, I can’t give him this too.
“I’m not ready,” I whisper.
“But you are.” He smirks and looks at his boxers, the cotton soaking with the wetness from my silk panties. “You want me.”
Mason leans in and kisses my jaw, then continues down mythroat, pecking and sucking as he moves to my chest. Not an ounce of reluctance. He touches me like he has every right to. He has my body in such a spellbound state that it no longer responds to my brain.
“Mason,” I moan, my fingers curling around the hard muscles of his broad shoulders.
“Fine.” He chuckles, making me stop. “As long as it’smy nameon your lips, I won’t fuck you tonight.”
That’s it? He is giving up? Why do I feel disappointed?
Wait—is it showing on my face?
“I told you I’m not fucking you tonight, little dove.” He flashes a crooked smile. “You don’t have to hold back now. Use me as you please.”
His finger hooks under the strap of my dress on my shoulder. I bite my lip, but don’t stop him as he pulls it down on one side. My breast pops out, right into his face. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap those lush lips around my nipple and starts sucking in soft strokes. My breaths come faster, air sawing into my lungs in sharp, rapid bursts. The warmth of his touch gathers in my chest, spreading like hot honey, coursing through my veins, making me yearn for more.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
He chuckles, then bites my nipple. Hard. Pain shoots through my core. Then—instant pleasure.
