Chapter Twenty-One #2
Mason goes still, and his hands clench and unclench at his sides. He stares at me, digging his nails into my arms.
“I am not sending you away. Don’t ever say those words again. Do you understand me?”
“It would be easier for everyone.”
“You’re mine, London.” Mason backs me up against the wall. “It doesn’t matter what you do or where you go. I am not giving you up.”
“Mason—”
He presses a finger to my lips and releases my arms. “No. It’s too late for both of us now. Don’t you get that?”
“Mason, I—” He silences me with a kiss, searing and unyielding, and it makes my toes curl. His fingers move to my sides, and I lift my fingers to his hair. When I give him a firm tug, he growls and nips on my lower lip. My lips part, and his tongue sweeps in, demanding.
Mason kisses me like his life depends on it.
He pulls my shirt over my head and unhooks my bra.
Then, without warning, Mason’s hands move to the buttons of my jeans, unfastening them and sliding them off. He kneels in front of me, throws my leg over his shoulders, and buries his face between my thighs.
I rake my nails over his back. “Fuck.”
Mason rubs his mouth against my pulsing hot center, and I buck. “I can smell how much you want me. Do you have any idea how intoxicating it is?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head.
Mason pushes one finger between my wet folds, then another. “I could smell it all day.”
I shudder when he begins to move inside of me. “Mason, please.”
“I love hearing you beg for me.” My feet touch the ground, and Mason grips the back of my neck. My eyes fly open as he kisses me again. Before I can deepen the kiss, his fingers begin to move inside of me, and waves of pleasure build within me.
Without breaking our kiss, he carries me to the bed.
As soon as he sets me down, my fingers move to his pants. In one quick move, I push them and his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free. Mason reaches for me, and we collide.
Suddenly, we’re all teeth and limbs, and it’s not enough.
I blink, and he’s on top of me, and his teeth sink into my neck.
I arch my back as Mason nudges my legs apart and throws his head back and growls. Then, he lifts my arms over my head and pins them against the headboard. I buck and thrash as he rubs himself against me, but stops short of giving me what I want.
What we both need.
I pant and blow away an errant lock of hair. “What are you doing?”
“You can’t have what you want yet, little kitten,” Mason says, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. I whimper when his free hand rolls one nipple, then the other, until they’re as hard as pebbles. His eyes stay on me as he lowers his head and takes one nipple between his teeth.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my hips rise off the mattress.
“So eager,” Mason murmurs, into my skin. “You need to be punished.”
I exhale. “Yes.”
Mason chuckles as he moves to the other nipple. “Look at you, panting for me. I love seeing you lose control like this.”
I look at him through hooded eyes. “What are you waiting for?”
Mason reaches over me and pulls the drawer open. After rummaging around, he pulls out a pair of handcuffs lined with fur. His eyes are dark and hungry as he binds my hands using a silk necktie. Once he’s done, he gives them a firm tug and flips me onto my back.
I push myself up on all fours and glance back at him.
He positions himself behind me, and in one quick thrust, he’s inside of me.
I cry out when he eases out and slams back in, at a slow and even pace.
My breathing is short and shallow as I grind against him, needing more.
Mason digs his nails into my waist and holds me still. When he eases out and pauses, I mumble something before he slams into me, and I fall forward. He holds me still as he slams in and out of me, his pace frantic.
When my chest feels like it’s going to burst, he fucks me harder, with wild and animal-like abandon, until I have no idea where we are, or who I am.
I come back down to my body and realize I’m shaking and writhing.
Mason gives a few more quick thrusts and empties himself into me.
Spots are dancing in my vision, and I’m still trying to catch my breath when he eases out of me. Slowly, and with a surprising amount of tenderness, he helps me lie down and drapes the sheet over me. He gets up and presses a quick kiss to my forehead.
I wait until I hear the shower running before I prop myself up.
My heart is racing as I take out my burner and wait.
Miss Deveroux picks up on the fourth ring, and there’s music and laughter in the background. She says something, and it goes quiet.
I grip the phone tighter and keep my gaze fixed on the bathroom door.
“Are you alright?”
I hold the phone with both hands. “No, I’m not.”
“What do you need?”
I inhale, sharply. “About what we talked about…does the offer still stand?”
A pause.
“I know it’s a big ask and a huge risk, but I’ll figure out a way to pay you back when I can, and I’ll make sure it can’t be traced to you.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
I swallow. “He knows. I don’t have a lot of time.”
“Okay.”
Miss Deveroux is risking a lot more than her reputation by helping me, but I can’t ask anyone else.
Olivia will convince me to stay, and I can’t risk Katia telling Mason about my plan before I’m ready to.
No one else will understand.
“I’ll be in touch in a few days,” Miss Deveroux replies. “Don’t call me. I’ll find a way to reach you.”
The line goes dead before I can say anything else.
I blink back the tears, shove the phone into the drawer, and wrap my arms around myself. Mason returns, a thin mist following him into the room. On my way past, I offer his hand a squeeze. In the shower, I press my forehead against the wall and let the warm water run over me, mixing with my tears.
I’m sorry, Mason. I’m doing what I can to make this better, I promise.