Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
SUMMER
As soon as we’re inside the mansion, I expected Mase to go back on his word, but instead, he acted on it.
He spun me to face him, my back against the front door, and then his lips crashed down on mine.
His tongue invaded my mouth, swiping, sucking, pulling the cum from me into him.
Groaning, he ground his cock against my stomach, and his desire radiated from him.
Then he jolted, as if remembering himself, and when I expected him to let me leave alone, he shocked the hell out of me by following me up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I watched in awe as he took my room in. I wonder if he sees it differently now in the light of day instead of in a cloak of darkness under the wrong assumptions and heightened tensions.
I’m sure a part of him hated the fact he was essentially standing in a teenage girl’s bedroom, with makeup scattered across the dresser, photos of teenagers pinned up on my wall, along with a dream board of my future.
My bedroom is light shades of purple, lavish and grand, everything a wealthy family would provide for their only daughter, but beneath it is a heap of darkness, hidden in secrets and lies, and Mase Campbell is completely unaware of it all.
The crystal furnishings are the best money can buy, and I’m sure Mase already knows this.
He steps toward me, then he snaps the photo of me and Travis at the park off the mirror.
“What are you doing?” I yelp, attempting to snag it from him, then he pockets it and raises an eyebrow at me. I glare at him, and he chuckles before turning away from me as if dismissing me.
He whistles low. “My father set you up good, huh?” He spins on his heels, scanning my bedroom.
“You were daddy’s princess,” he snarks, ignoring me, and swoops his arm around the bedroom.
There’s a jealous edge to his voice, and I tilt my head.
Does he think we played happy families here?
Is that what he thinks this was? “Had all the fucking things you ever wanted.” He clucks his tongue.
“Hardly,” I snort back.
His steely glare turns toward me. “Doesn’t look like it to me.
” He motions toward my walk-in closet, where dozens of fancy designer dresses hang on a rail, one after the other.
See-through shoe boxes are stacked along one side of the wall, exposing the designer heels, all of them in various colors and some with price tags still intact.
Purses are draped over crystal hooks as if on display.
The contents of this closet would be someone’s dream, but to me, it resembles a nightmare.
These luxuries came with constraints to be the person he wanted me to be, down to the way I dressed—underwear and all.
I close my eyes at the memory of his father barking orders at the staff to dress me how he saw fit, hating the way it made me feel like an object, a possession, and ultimately, his transaction.
He liked to dress me up and parade me around like a prized pony, and I hated every second of it.
Still, I never had a choice. Not once. Not until recently, at least.
When I open my eyes, I recoil in the way Mase’s mood has soured, and it’s nothing short of bitter. This is the closed-down Mase, and the longer he stands in the room, the more the real him slips away.
I watch him closely as I deliver my next words. “I was his dress-up doll.” My throat is scratchy with admitting my truth, but it does little to penetrate the stone walls he’s constructed.
His jaw sharpens, then twitches before he pulls his gaze up to meet mine. “Yeah? How’d that work out for you?”
“He’s dead, and I’m here with you as my guardian. So, I’d say pretty well, wouldn’t you?”
Stunned is the only way to describe his expression, and I’m about to shock him further. With his eyes wide and his mouth agape, I unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor, then unclip my bra, leaving my chest bare. I spin on the balls of my feet, unzip my skirt, and push it to the floor.
“All of it. I want to see you push your panties to the floor. Show me your slick pussy dripping with my cum.” He groans, and I glance over my shoulder at him. His hand moves up and down his length over the top of his jeans, and I smile internally, doing as he asked.
“Are you going to give me my bath now?” I bite my bottom lip.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, and I saunter into the bathroom.