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“Oh, so it’s my fault that asshole tried to rape me?” I reply incredulously.

“I told you he was dangerous,” he replies bluntly, getting up and pacing like a caged animal full of pent-up rage. “When I saw him on you… I wanted to kill him. Fuck! Do you realize what this means? We’ve just started a war between the Iron Serpents and the Hell Riders.”

“Jacob will understand. You had no choice. You were saving me.”

“No, Emma. He won’t. He won’t understand why the fuck I let you go in there in the first place.”

“Letme? You’re not my keeper Mason, this was my choice,” I fire back.

“Jesus, Emma, must you be so goddamn stubborn all the time?”

“Says you! You’re the most infuriatingly pigheaded man I’ve ever met! Why won’t you just let me make my own decisions!” I snap, poking a finger against his chest and trying to square up to him so he meets my eyes.

“Because I care about you!” he shouts, surprising us both.

We stand there looking at each other, surprised and breathless, and the angry passion between us turns into a different kind of passion entirely.

“Kiss me,” I command.

This time, he doesn’t hesitate.

His mouth crushes over mine in hungry desperation and I kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm. After what just happened, the last thing I would have expected to want is sex. But the need to be touched by someone else's hands, to feel in control of my body and expunge away the memories of that beast's hands on me is overwhelming.

I frantically tug at his clothing, and he allows me to undress him, my hands caressing the planes of his body, the tight muscles. He seems to sense the need for me to be in control, to be the one to take the lead, so he doesn’t rush me or try to take charge. I push him down to sit on the chair by thebed, throwing off my clothes so I’m just in my bra and panties. They’re nothing special, a practical comfortable set but his eyes explore my body as though I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

I drop to my knees in front of him, pulling his thick erection from his boxers. Gripping the base I slowly glide my hand up and down, feeling the length of him, the effect I have on him. He might claim what happened before was a mistake, but he can’t deny the way his body responds to me.

“Emma,” he breathes softly, whether a warning to stop or a request for more, I can’t tell.

Perhaps he can’t, either.

I look him in the eyes, leaning down and running my tongue around the tip of his penis, tasting the salty precum of arousal. He lets out a gentle moan of release as I take him in my mouth. I continue to tease him with my mouth, taking him in deeper and longer strokes. My eyes keep returning to his face, enjoying the look of pure pleasure on his handsome features. My pussy becomes slick with anticipation, and I use my other hand to massage my clit.

“Fuck, Emma, you’re gonna make me explode if you keep doing that,” he grunts as he notices.

Something about this whole encounter emboldens me and I decide to do something I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do before. I stop what I’m doing, standing back up and looking at him. I’d love to sit on his cock and ride him right now, but I force myself to stop, I want to drive him as mad as he drives me. He claims he doesn’t want this, that we shouldn’t do this ever again. Let’s see how he likes being teased.

“I’ll stop then,” I purr as I remove my underwear.

I step back toward the bed, not taking my eyes off him as I sink down onto it. Still maintaining eye contact, I slowly begin to caress myself. His pupils widen and he bites his lip as his eyes flicker from mine down to where my fingers tease my wetness, legs spread wide for him to watch.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamned sexy…” he groans, stroking himself as he watches me.

“Then why keep denying that you want this?” I challenge.

“You know why…” he groans, the inner conflict between what he should do and what he wants to do evident on his face.

“And you know that it’s bullshit. Only I get to decide what I do with my life and my body. If you want me, just admit it,” I reply. I defiantly meet his gaze, challenging him to stop me. All the while I continue to touch myself. “Because I want you, Mason.”

“God help me, Emma, I want you too,” he finally admits.

“Then come take me,” I tease.

He doesn’t hesitate, he crosses over toward me, his mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss. “Fuck me,” I order.

He positions his cock at my entrance, thrusting into my already soaking-wet pussy in a well-practiced stroke, grunting with pleasure as he does so. He thrusts in and out, my pussy getting wetter with each stroke as he fills me, and yet I want more. I want to be the one in control. I wrap my legs around his waist trying to pull him closer but it’s still not enough.

“Let me go on top,” I order.

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