Page 27 of The CEO's Obsession

"You have to know how much you mean to me. This time with you has been the happiest of my life. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

My heart races at his words.

Mason sighs heavily. "And I know I got angry, but all I knew was that the woman I lo- care about deeply was fleeing from me in terror. It gutted me, Harper."

He moves closer, cupping my face in his hands. His touch sends shivers down my spine.

"I'm not perfect," he murmurs. "I know I can be intense, possessive even. But everything I do, I do out of love for you."

My breath catches at that word.Love. We've never said it before, always dancing around the depth of our feelings.

"Mason, I?—"

But before I can finish, his lips are on mine in a searing kiss. All my doubts and fears melt away as I mold my body to his, losing myself in his passionate embrace.

And then he hoists me into his arms, and my legs wrap around him. I feel his cock prodding against me through our clothing. e unzips himself, hikes my dress up and pulls my panties to the side. In an instant, he’s inside me.

I cry out at the sudden fullness as he sets a punishing pace. His hand fists in my hair, and his eyes blaze into mine with an almost feral intensity. “Don’t you ever fucking run from me again, do you hear me, baby? I would never fucking hurt you. Don’t you know that?”

My head spins as Mason thrusts into me, his words and actions overwhelming my senses. The intensity in his eyes both thrills and frightens me. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin through his shirt.

"I'm sorry," I gasp, my voice breaking. "I didn't mean to?—"

He cuts me off with another bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. I yield to him, moaning into his mouthas he hits that perfect spot inside me. The mix of pleasure and lingering anxiety has me trembling in his arms.

Mason breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. "You're mine, Harper. Only mine. Say it."

A small part of me wants to resist, to assert my independence. But a larger part craves his possession, his all-consuming desire. "I'm yours," I whimper, arching into him. "Only yours, Mason."

His pace quickens, and I can feel myself hurtling towards the edge. The Parisian skyline blurs beyond the windows as he presses me against the cool glass. I'm vaguely aware that anyone could look up and see us, but I'm too far gone to care.

"That's my good girl," Mason growls, his voice thick with lust and something darker. "Come for me, baby. Show me who you belong to."

His words push me over the precipice. I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me, my inner walls clenching around him. Mason follows moments later with a guttural groan, burying himself deep inside me as he finds his release.

We stay like that for a long moment, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. Slowly, Mason lowers me to my feet, keeping me steady as my legs threaten to give out. His hands frame my face, and when I meet his gaze, I'm struck by the vulnerability there.

"I can't lose you, Harper," he says softly. "You have to know that."

I nod, unable to find my voice. The enormity of what just happened—of everything that's happened today—crashes over me. Tears well up in my eyes, and Mason pulls me close, cradling me against his chest.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, stroking my hair. "I've got you."

And I can’t help but feel like I don’t deserve his forgiveness. How could I ever think he would hurt me?

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Mason

I standin the corner of the gallery, watching Harper as she moves from piece to piece. Her eyes are wide, drinking in every brushstroke and splash of color. This is her moment, her triumph, and I've made it happen.

My cock twitches as I imagine claiming her right here, marking her as mine in front of all these cultured Parisians. But I hold back. For now.

"What do you think?" I murmur in her ear as I come up behind her.

She startles, then relaxes as she realizes it's me. "It's...overwhelming," she admits. "I never thought I'd see my work like this."

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