Chapter 5
Dakota
We’d skipped right past normal, casual attraction, and straight into something fucked-up.
It was like the fibers of my soul were trying to tie knots with his, each frayed end grasping at his equally-dark threads, weaving into complicated tangles.
I think I should stop.
My stomach turned. With each additional stroke of his tongue along mine, he was driving me deeper into a place I knew I couldn’t come back from. We were sinking together. Plunging into the slow-moving depths of uncharted ocean, cold water wrapping us like chains.
I kissed him harder.
Whatever was happening between us was going to fuck me up.
His hands found my waist and before I knew it, he was throwing me between the front seats; I landed hard on my ass on the back seat, not given a chance to catch my breath before Mason was jumping out of the car and tearing open the door to the backseat, droplets of rain flinging over my bare skin.
He squeezed his large body into the space with me, shoving me up the seat and pressing my thighs wide open with his palms.
The handle on the door dug into my shoulder, my damp skin sticking to the leather seat, my legs bent and forced apart as Mason folded down over me.
He covered my pussy with his mouth, not giving me a second to prepare before he was tonguing my clit, shoving two fingers inside of me. My back bowed off the seat and my fingers tangled in his damp hair.
“Shit,” I panted, squirming on the leather as Mason flicked his tongue over my clit. His mouth felt so much hotter compared to the dampness and coldness of the rain. I was dying, melting into the seat.
He broke away, rising up so his face was barely an inch from mine. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I’m gonna hurt you,” he said, his voice quietly dangerous.
I whimpered, tipping my forehead against his, breathing hard.
“Just a little bit. Just so you know how it feels.” His hand came up to bracket my throat as he brought his lips to my ear, his breath warm on my skin. “And it’s gonna feel so fucking good.”
“What if I said I don’t want you to?”
“Then you’d be lying.” His eyes locked on mine, keeping me frozen. “You want me to scare you. You like that you have no idea who I am, or what I’m going to do to you.”
“That’s not—”
He shut me up with a kiss. I hated him for taking away my ability to speak, for not caring if I wanted him to do this or not.
I hated myself more for liking it.
All the worst parts of myself, all the parts I tried to bury, were clawing their way to the surface and shredding all the control I’d worked to get back.
Just like he’d said…I was a lot more similar to Mason than I wanted to admit.
I rolled my head back on the seat, arching my back as Mason gripped my waist and lowered his head back between my legs.
My fingers knotted in his hair and my toes curled, the movement of his tongue stirring unbearable pleasure in my core.
His lips brushed over my swollen clit again and again, and his slick tongue rimmed my entrance.
The scars carved into his back moved with the flex of his muscles, his broad shoulders keeping my thighs helplessly spread.
My belly quivered and my legs shook as he licked me and sucked me without an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty.
Like he needed it as bad as I did, and was only spurred on by the obscene sounds we were making.
I was practically grinding on his face, mindless, chasing my release.
He could tell the moment I got close, the way my body tensed.
“Ready?” Mason asked, but he didn’t wait for my response.
His hand slid up my jaw, onto my face. Then he clamped down, covering my mouth and nose with his palm. Panic and fear made me squirm, terrified pinpricks of heat cascading throughout my body. On instinct, I grabbed his wrist and tried to pry him off me.
But he just pushed harder, fingers digging into my cheek.
It took me a second to fully realize that I couldn’t breathe at all.
Both my mouth and nose were entirely sealed off under his large hand, and I couldn’t get in a single sip of air.
My heart was pumping brutally, my eyes wide and my hands grabbing at Mason’s fingers on my face, my heels kicking his shoulders.
Fire skimmed my lungs, my tight chest, fear wrapping dark around my pleasure-soaked mind.
Fuck.
He was feeding the needle into my vein, coaxing me to join him on his high, trying to get me addicted the way he was.
And it was working.
Instead of trying to pry his hand off, I held it down, leaning into the feeling of his immovable strength.
My eyes rolled back, my body squirming and sweating, the sweet agony of suffocation singeing the edges of every sensation given by Mason’s mouth.
He wasn’t holding back at all now; he was assaulting me with his touch.
Sloppy, messy, fucking filthy. I bucked my hips, pushing my shoulder blades into the leather seat as Mason flicked his tongue against my aching clit over and over and over.
Thoughts cycled so fast in my head I could hardly keep track of them, but the persistent, overwhelming feeling was that of pure danger.
I think I regret this. I think I wish I never got back in the car.
I’m in so far over my head right now.
I wanted to breathe, needed air, but I knew he wasn’t going to give it to me. The speed of my pulse was making me shaky, panic building in my body. I was dizzy and weak with the lack of oxygen.
Everything was heightened, almost too much to bear.
My head was muffled and foggy, my brain struggling to keep consciousness, but my body was on fire.
My lungs burned; my core tightened; heat throbbed relentlessly between my legs.
The knot in my belly was getting tighter and tighter, stars bursting in the darkness behind my eyelids.
Mason pushed his hand harder into my face, and I didn’t turn away.
It hurt, the pressure of his palm on my nose, the way my teeth were pressing into the inside of my lips.
I could taste my fear, like adrenaline soaked blood dripping over my tongue.
It poured down my throat and choked me, but I was so submerged in lust I didn’t care.
This is so wrong. He could kill me. He might.
And I’m not sure he’d even feel bad about it.
Mason curled two fingers inside of me, sucking my clit until I thought I was going to scream or die or just fucking explode into a million pieces. But I couldn’t scream, because I didn’t have any air. I’d never been this sensitive or desperate to come in my life.
It felt so fucking good. So fucking bad.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered I might be about to actually pass out. But it wasn’t like I could get him off me now. In some way, I’d chosen this.
It only took a few more strokes of Mason’s fingers and I was there, being yanked over the edge like someone had just attached a weight to my ankle and thrown me overboard.
Every muscle went taut, my brain stalling out as I grasped at his hand.
I was slipping, but pleasure was cresting and I’d never, ever felt like this in my life—
And then everything went dark.
“You’re alright,” Mason’s voice was saying, his hand lightly slapping my cheek as I blinked my eyes open, disoriented and weak. “Come here. You’re alright.”
I couldn’t process what was happening; it felt like all my strength had been siphoned right out of me. My hands were shaking. Mason’s mouth was wet and shining with my arousal, his brown eyes watching my face. Pressure in my head was making me tired.
“What just happened?” I mumbled.
“You soaked my face then passed out for like a second.”
My breath sawed in and out of my chest and I just stared at him, eyes trying to open wider, trying to take in my surroundings. Maybe I’d expected him to stop, to not actually let me black out. He was still lazily fingering me with one hand, holding me down with the other.
His fingers twisted and curled inside of my pussy, stretching me, and I could hear my own wetness through the muffled sensation in my skull.
I tried to somehow close my thighs, embarrassed by the obvious sounds of my arousal, but Mason pushed them back open wider, the movement making me squeeze his fingers tighter.
“A second?” I asked, voice hoarse. Fog filled my head.
“A few seconds.” His thumb pressed over my mouth, sealing my lips shut, like he didn’t care that I’d just lost consciousness because of him. Like he’d do it again right now.
I had no idea if he was telling the truth.
But I didn’t want him to think I was weak. I wasn’t.
I can lie, too. I can hurt you, too.
I’m not whoever you think I am. You have no idea what I’ve been through or what I’m capable of.
His thumb pushed up against my clit and I was trembling, disoriented. I wanted to sleep, but all I could do was stare up at him, hovering over me. A god, an angel, something horrible.
Something I craved.
My eyes flicked away from his face and I could see how hard he was from suffocating me.
A vein snaked down his lower abdomen, just barely standing out against his smooth skin.
I wanted to trace it with my tongue, feel the pulsing of all that blood going to his big cock.
But I also didn’t want to ignore what’d just happened.
Sure, I was turned on from him taking away my air.
But so was he.
He wanted to do bad things to me. He wanted all my worst secrets. I hated that knowing this only made me desire him more. It was sickening. It made everything so much more real.
Before I could think much into it, Mason was leaning down and crushing his mouth to mine again, kissing me, uncaring that I wasn’t kissing him back. I could taste myself on his tongue when he shoved it into my mouth.
My shaky hands reached up to wrap around his throat and I dug my nails into his skin, needing to do something to him. Like he’d just done to me.
“You want to hurt me back?” he growled, biting my lower lip hard. “I’ll let you.”