There was this dark craving inside me that barred my path back to sobriety.
The permanent mental effects from consuming too much of him had already set in. He pressed his lips to mine in an unusual tender kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and I found my hands on the back of his neck, my anxiety slowly fading as need built in my core.
His hands slowly trailed back across my thighs, finding their way between my legs.
“You’re already wet.” He chuckled low and dark, pushing two large fingers inside me.
I moaned in the back of my throat as he rotated them, curving them up into my sweet spot, making me gasp. He chuckled again and pulled away. I heard his zipper go down, and then the smooth tip of his cock was slowly sliding up and down my slit.
“Are you ready?”
Before I could answer, he had my legs hooked over his forearms and was burying himself balls deep inside me. A cry tore from my throat, followed by another as he set a brutal pace, rocking into me, thrusting in and out. Our clothing added an extra layer of friction between us, but I needed more.
“Mason,” I moaned, clamping my inner muscles around his thick cock, urging him to move faster, fuck me harder.
He dropped one of my legs and slightly lifted me by the other one, pushing himself deeper.
“Is this what you want?” He picked up his pace, thrusting harder, his balls smacking against the groove of my ass.
The table protested beneath me, sounding like it was seconds away from collapsing altogether.
I couldn’t form a response to his question; the need to come clouded my mind, and all I could was do was repeat his name in a barrage of moans that increased in volume as he pounded into me.
I clutched the lapels of his suit, using them as my anchor as the tension building inside me ruptured into a million pieces. He caught my scream in his mouth, continuing to fuck me through the shockwaves rolling inside my body.
He made a sound in his throat, digging his fingers into my flesh. I felt his cock stiffen as he bottomed out, finding his own release.
We stayed wrapped around each other, our chests rising and falling in matching succession. He withdrew and took a step back, tucking his flaccid cock back into his slacks, not bothering to wipe off my juices.
I glanced between my thighs, and saw his semen leaking out of me. Feeling exposed and embarrassed, I shoved my dirty dress down and closed my shaking legs.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. I felt cold, the needy heat inside me now dissipated. Shame quickly set in. How could I be so aroused at a time like this? What had he done to me?
The answer didn’t matter right then. Sex wasn’t going to fix anything; it was just a temporary salve that washed away as soon as it was over. When I risked peering back up at Mason, I saw his eyes were glued to my face, shuttered once again, a blank mask.
“Is she okay?” I mustered up enough courage to ask.
“She’s around.”
That was the same answer his father had given when I’d asked about him. There was no vocal inflection in his tone to let me know if that meant she was safe or not.
“Can I…I want to see her,” I stated firmly.
“It’s cute you think you have the right to make choices,” he smirked, and slid off his suit jacket. “Your sister hasn’t bothered to call, write a letter, or visit you in seven years, Katie, when she had every opportunity.”
“Maybe she didn’t, though. How do I know you’re telling the truth when––.”
“I don’t lie,” he harshly interjected, his green eyes narrowing into slits.
Remembering what happened the first time I accused of him of being a liar, I swallowed my words.
“I just want to know if she’s okay,” I softly told him. I didn’t really expect him to understand.
Mason was a hard soul to sway; his lack of morality was what made him so ruthless. Danger and desire went hand in hand when it came to him.
“She’s perfect,” he responded with zero emotion, stepping forward to drape his suit jacket over my shoulders. “You’re cold,” he pointed out when I gave him a puzzled look.
“Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the table, leading me towards the door.
