Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Bitch.
She totally called it.
Mason storms out of the bar, me hanging over his shoulder, ass no doubt on display.
“Mason,” I croak when we get outside, slapping his back with my open hands. “I’m freakin’ showing my ass to everyone. Put me down.”
He reaches back, big hand splayed, and slaps my ass so hard I squeal.
“Put me down, you giant ape!”
“Shut your mouth, or I’ll give you something to shut it with.”
“You did not just tell me to—”
He throws me down, keeping me on my feet with one hand, and before I know what’s happening I’m being backed into a brick wall, his big body pressing against mine, pinning me in, trapping me. My breath hitches and I look up at him through my lashes, lips parted, not really sure what I’m supposed to say or do.
“First thing,” he growls. “Do not ever try and make me jealous. I don’t deal with jealousy. It’ll only end in you gettin’ fucked really really hard by me when I’m pissed, which isn’t always good.”
Mmmm.
Good lord.
“Second thing.” He reaches down, taking the hem of my dress and pulling it up slowly, fingers grazing my skin as he does. “I’m touchin’ you, no other man is touchin’ you.”
“Seriously? You were fucking Petra and—”
“I’m not fuckin’ done talkin’,” he cuts me off with a whip of his voice.
His fingers keep moving my dress up until it is around my waist. Then they travel back down and he starts playing with my panties, moving them back and forth over my pussy. I gasp, because it feels good. So fucking good.
“I’m not fucking Petra anymore. Didn’t invite her into my house today. Didn’t fuck her. Right now, I’m fuckin’ you. I’m not a player. I’m not a pile of shit. I don’t use women.”
Oh, boy.
“And fuckin’ thirdly,” he growls, dipping his finger beneath my panties and finding my pussy, wet and aching for him. “I don’t like women who run out on me, instead of talkin’ to me. You got a problem, you open your mouth and talk. Understand me?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good,” he growls, spreading my legs a little and thrusting a finger inside me. I gasp and moan, clutching his jacket. “I’m goin’ to fuck you now, and you’re goin’ to walk back inside there with my cum dripping out of you, so I know no other fuckin’ man is goin’ anywhere near you tonight.”
Good lord.
His possession is hot. So incredibly fucking hot.
I don’t get a chance to say anything more because he moves his fingers from my pussy and fumbles around with his jeans, then my leg is around his hip, his fingers are gripping my ass, and his cock is sliding into me. I whimper at the invasion of the hard length I’m coming to love so much. It feels incredible, so fucking good.
And there, against the wall. He fucks me.
Raw and primal.
Angry and passionate.
He fucks me in a way I’ve not been fucked before, and it feels incredible.
So fucking good.
~15~
SASKIA
“You’re a little ho,” Chantelle giggles later that night when I’m back inside, still aching from Mason fucking me against the wall, still throbbing from the pleasure he brought to me.
“I couldn’t help it, he gave me no choice.” I grin, and she wiggles her brows.
“I can’t say I blame you, girl, I would have been all over that, too.”
I look over at Mason, who is watching me with a rugged expression, dark and dangerous, possessive even. My skin tingles. No man has ever looked at me like that before, and I’m starting to think I just might like it. A lot.
“I’m starting to think round two might be on the cards for later,” I say to Chan, grinning.
“I wish that was me, I’m too afraid to go and speak to Boston,” she admits, “He looks so ... scary.”
“Speaking of Boston, are you totally sure Penny isn’t into him? I kind of feel like she is.”
Chantelle’s eyes widen. “She told me she isn’t, though.”
“Yeah, but she looks hesitant when she said that, like she was saying it purely because she didn’t want to admit she likes him.”
Chantelle frowns. “She told me again, when you were outside with Mason, that I should go talk to him.”
Wait, she did? That’s strange. Maybe I did read it wrong.
“Oh, maybe I read it wrong then, it just looked to me like she was far more into him than she was letting on, you know?”
Chantelle purses her lips. “I’ll tread carefully, but at the same time, if she isn’t going to claim him ...”
She does make a point, but still, this could get very very messy. If Penelope really does have something for Boston and Chantelle pursues it, it could end up causing a big problem.
“Just be careful, okay.”
“I’m not going to steal her man, Sas, but if he approaches me, and we connect, I’m not going to say no, either. Not if she is telling me to go ahead, twice!”