Chapter 20 Mason #2
“So, you can hurt yourself in silence?” I catch her off guard.
“What do you care?” she shrugs, genuinely curious.
“No one gets to hurt what’s mine. Not even you. Though this is an extremely frustrating situation.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t grab that thing in your head and throttle its neck.”
She stares at me, pupils blown wide, then swallows—the movement small but somehow louder than words.
“How much do you see?”
“Everything.” I stroke her jaw. She’s so touchable. Every inch of her, so soft. “Does that bother you?”
“Yes.”
“Because?”
“I didn’t agree to share that with someone I don’t know.”
“You don’t share it with anyone you know, either.” I lift a shoulder. “Not even with that platonic friend of yours. You’re surrounded by people who care about you, but you choose to fight it alone. Problem is, sweetheart, you’re not strong enough.”
Her eyes turn red at the rims, hoping for softer words I don’t have. Everyone around her treats her like a glass doll about to crack. She could use a reality check. And she knows I’m right.
“I don’t want to be tied up anymore,” she mutters.
“Tough, I don’t like my things scratched.”
“I’m not a bloody thing,” she snaps.
“No, you are a fucking headache,” I growl, threading my fingers through the back of her hair and crushing her into me.
She freezes when I bring her mouth close to mine.
“Lying there in lace and silk, flashing your perfect tits in my face. You drive me fucking insane. You know I’ll be there later, but God forbid you wear something less seductive, one fucking night. ”
She struggles in my hold, trying to push me away, but gives up when I don’t let her get an inch between us.
“Is that all it takes?” she mutters, her warm breath washing my face. “If you hadn’t seen me last night, how long until you’d fucked the other woman on your lap?”
“Would you prefer it were her?” I arch an eyebrow. “Will that make it easier?” She punches my chest with her tiny fist. I grab her wrist. “Answer me.”
“I don’t care who you fuck.”
“No? Should we test that theory?”
“What do you mean?” Her eyes narrow, breath uneven.
“Get on your knees,” I order.
“What?” she murmurs, her head shaking in defiance. “No.”
“That, or I’ll use another mouth.”
Her eyes flare wide, lips parting, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t refuse. Just stares at me with those neon-blue eyes.
“What’s it going to be, princess?” I ask, stroking her lower lip with my thumb. “Will you bend the knee and please your king, or will you pick me another pretty mouth?” I grab my phone and offer it to her, already knowing from the open apps she’s been through my texts.
She snatches my phone and tosses it on the floor, her lips quivering.
“Is that a yes?” I smirk.
“Make me,” she mumbles in a low voice.
That’s all it takes. I push the button on the side of my seat to incline the back, then shove her down between my legs.
She gasps, then falls to her knees in an instant.
Her submission just makes me harder. I grab the front of her dress and yank it down, the fabric slightly tearing on one side as her perfect breasts bounce out of her bra.
While twisting her nipple between my fingers with one hand, I yank open my belt and undo my trousers.
Her perfect lips open in an O, begging to be stuffed. My hard cock, that needs no invitation, hits her in the face. Her eyes widen as she takes in my size—girth and length.
“You were starving, weren’t you, little dove.” I nab her half-eaten pastry and crush it over my dick. The chocolate fills my crown, then trails down. “Eat!”
Slowly, her hot tongue glides across my tip, making heat rise in my chest.
“Fuck,” I groan. My head falls back when she does it again. “All the way up and down, princess.” I smile, holding her gaze.
She darts out her tongue further and drags it down the length of my cock, licking the chocolate off on all sides until it’s covered only in her saliva.
“Good girl.” I stroke her head, and her beautiful ocean eyes light up. “Now, eat my cock and show me how hungry you are for me.”
Her eyes bore into mine as her fingers fist my cock. Then, she wraps her warpaint lips around my crown and sucks me in, just like she practiced with my thumb. It takes all my will not to flood her sexy little mouth right then and there.
Her mouth was made for my cock. She feels so fucking good; and she’s so good at it, it makes me wonder…
“Have you done this before?” I ask, plotting his death in the back of my mind.
She rolls her eyes, then shakes her head. Attitude, even as she is on her knees. Only she can pull that off.
“You are a natural at this.” I stroke her head again, which makes her go faster. “Curl your tongue so you can take in more of my cock.”
She does. So fucking well.
I praise her as I start to thrust up into her, trying not to go too deep, grunting as I fail to resist. It doesn’t help when she hollows her cheeks and tries to pull me deeper into her throat, but not quite.
“I need to fuck your beautiful face, princess.”
With one glance up at me, she slows, inviting me to take control.
“Breathe through your nose.” I bring her hand to my thigh.
“Tap three times if it gets too much. Understood?”
Her eyes go round, but she nods and draws a deep breath.
Fuck. Why does her obedience turn me feral?
A low grunt tears from me as I bring her head down my cock, hitting the back of her throat.
She starts to gag but stops herself. To avoid that happening again, I cup her face in my hands and thrust up into her hot mouth while she stares at me with glistening eyes and flushed cheeks.
Still, she struggles, her throat clenching around my crown.
I could so easily come right now. I should. Save her the pain. But I waited so long to be inside her. Any part of her. My cock wants more and more of this fucking woman.
A tear trails down her cheek, her fingers clutching her dress tightly, while my cock drives in and out, fucking her beautiful face for all those times I denied him.
“Tap. Make me stop.”
Only she can stop me now.
But the stubborn brat shakes her head, digging her nails into my thigh.
“Jesus, Fuck, Eva,” I groan as the monster inside me growls and turns me into a beast. “You love being choked by my cock, don’t you, my needy little virgin?”
She nods.
She fucking nods.
My fingers twist in her hair, gripping her roots tight as I pull her down, once, twice, three times, hitting the back of her throat every time. Her eyes pop, fingers digging into my flesh. And still, she refuses to give up my cock.
The fucking resilience!
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” I groan. Her head lifts, electric ice meets my gaze, and I’m done. I lower her further, as I burst into her battered mouth, my cum pouring down the back of her throat.
“No mess, remember? Swallow every fucking drop.” I pull out and tap my cock to pour the last drips onto her tongue. Then I wipe the crown on her lower lip for good measure.
It makes me weak in my legs—the sight of her on the floor, labelled as mine, her open mouth full of me.
She swallows it all, then licks her swollen lips. But that’s my job. I grab her by the elbow and pull her into my arms, placing her back on my lap.
“You were supposed to tap,” I hiss.
“Contrary to what you think of me.” She smiles, her voice so hoarse, I don’t recognize it. “I don’t break that easily.”
Fair enough. I walked right into that one. I’ll need to be more careful with my words around her.
But right now, I have none. She has my head in a haze. I lean in and kiss her puffy lips. She starts to kiss me back, then pulls away.
“And don’t you dare threaten me with another mouth again.”
“It wasn’t a threat, princess. It was a lie.” I chuckle. She scowls at me. “You should have known since you’re an expert liar. Pretending not to want me when you ate my cock like a little slut.”
“Fuck, stop it, Mason.” Her fist hits my chest, my filthy words too much for the princess she pretends not to be.
“There is only one way to shut me up, little dove,” I say an inch from her lips. She kills the distance, crushing her mouth to mine, with an agreeable moan. A sound that makes my hands roam all over her body, slithering under her dress, wanting to touch every secret inch of her again.
Fuck. I would let her brother put a bullet in me if she’d just let me have her. But my effect is already wearing off. She starts to push me away.
“Mason, stop,” she pulls enough to gain a breath. But I’m not done caressing her.
“What?” I snap and suck her mouth into mine.
“Listen!”
“No. Shut up and kiss me.” I pull her back in. But the little brat pinches me.
“Don’t you hear that?” She peels her lips from mine.
I look up and down the private road. There is no one here. She climbs off me, back to her seat, and looks up through the window.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Listen.” She points at the roof of the car. I glance over her head, starting to get a little concerned about her sanity.
But then I hear it.
A low hum, threading through the trees. At first, it sounds like the wind. This high, it can play tricks on you. But then it gets deeper, more mechanical.
“The fuck is that?” I start to open my door, but she grabs my arm.
“I know what it is.” She starts to gather her things. “Give me your jacket. Now!”
My eyes lock onto the trees in front of us that start to bend as the source of her alarm comes into sight.
A helicopter—sleek and silent—blades flashing silver with each rotation. Not military, not medical, not police, just matte-black with a familiar logo.
Etheridge.
Jack Romney glares down as the helicopter descends. Beside him is another older man with gray hair and glasses. For a split second, I consider firing up the engine and flooring the pedal. Take her somewhere they’d never find her. But she is already a puddle of nerves.
“Fuck. I have thirty missed calls from Thea.” Eva starts to panic, her eyes widening at the man beside Jack. “Jonathan came, too? I’m so screwed,” she mutters, putting on my jacket and tucking my mark on her neck under her hair. “I don’t even have my phone on me. How did they even find me?”
The only way they could have.
“They didn’t track yours,” I grit with a clenched jaw. “They tracked mine.”
Fucking Kane.