Page 110 of The Boy I Loved
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, defeat washing over me. There was nothing I could do. I was as hopeless as I’d been with Tristan, except … there was something else there too—something I refused to dwell on. Mason didn’t make me feel that way, which scared me even more. It had been easy to assume that it was just my body’s biological reaction to being touched. But with Mason pinning me down, pressing his crotch against mine, all I felt was helplessness.
Reaching up, he smoothed my hair out of my face, running the pads of his fingers down the edge of my jaw. “That’s better.” He smirked. “Now … I want you to fuck me like you fucked Tristan. If you make this good, I’ll do you a solid and tell Clay you don’t need anymore training.”
Acid rose to the back of my throat. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened this week, but the thought of fucking him repulsed me.
You chose him.
I gritted my teeth, annoyed with myself by that fact.
Mason eased his weight off my shoulders, sitting upright. He dropped his hands to the hem of my shirt and slowly worked it upmy body and over my chest. The air grazed my nipples instantly, hardening them.
“No bra?” He arched an eyebrow as if I’d chosen not to wear a bra for him.
Before I could respond, the tip of his finger was flicking over my nipple, sending a shock of electricity down my spine. I bucked under him in surprise, my eyes widening.
Maybe itwasa biological reaction after all.
He ground down against me, pressing his hard erection into my groin. I squirmed uncomfortably beneath him, balling my hands into fists at my sides. If he noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he tugged my shirt the rest of the way off me and tossed it to the side.
“You do have some really nice tits,” he praised, lowering his head and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it repeatedly, stimulating my arousal by force. My breathing started to labor, desire trickling through my veins the more he licked and sucked. “That’s it,” he encouraged.
“Stop,” I begged weakly. “Please.”
He didn’t respond, only ground down harder against me and returned his mouth to my breast. His hands ran up my sides, eliciting a series of goosebumps. Once he was done, he turned his attention to my other breast and repeated the same thing. I could feel my resolve cracking by the second. Especially when he started kissing his way down my stomach, scooting down farther and farther the lower he got. When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he paused, glancing up at me with heated eyes.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy?” he asked boldly as if I’d ever ask him of all people to do that for me.
I shook my head profusely, but that only made him chuckle in response. He wedged my thighs apart and flipped my skirt over my hips. When he saw the flimsy piece of fabric I’d been forced to wear under my clothes, he frowned at it. He wasted no time, taking thestring of the thong in his hand and pulled until it ripped. He repeated the action with the other side and then pushed it out of the way.
A cool gust of air settled over my pussy, causing my thighs to tighten as a result.
“Mason—” I began, ready to beg him not to again, like it would actually make a difference.
These guys took what they wanted by any means necessary. They didn’t care whether we wanted it or not. But before I could get the rest of my sentence out, his mouth was on me. His tongue slid over my clit with expert precision, and I gasped out in surprise.
A low moan rumbled through his chest as he tasted me, his tongue plunging into my hole. I bit my lip, reaching out to push him away, but my hands ended up threaded through his hair instead.
Tears blurred my vision. I was torn between wanting him to keep going because it felt nice or shoving him off me and punching him in the face, consequences be damned. My back arched as he wrapped his entire mouth around me, stars bursting behind my eyes.
When he deemed me wet enough, he worked on unfastening his jeans, still keeping his mouth on me until he had to pull away to remove them completely.
Once he was naked from the waist down, because they rarely took all of their clothes off, he climbed on top of me. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, fear and defeat coursing through me.
I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying until he swiped a stray tear from my face with the flick of his finger, not seeming that fazed by it.
“Please,” I begged again, trying to appeal to the humanity that had to still be there somewhere.
But all he did was line himself up with me and thrust inside. My breath stuttered out, his cock burning its way through me. He groaned instantly, burying his nose into the crook of my neck, his hot breath feathering over the sensitive skin there.
I didn’t have the energy to fight him off, not like I did with Tristan. My entire body was weak with despair. My hands fell to my sides, my gaze drifting toward the ceiling as he rolled his hips and pounded into me again. My body jostled beneath his, pleasure coiling tightly within my stomach, but still, I didn’t react.
Mason didn’t seem to mind. He kept going at a fast and brutal pace, the bed rocking while he fucked me against my will. His grunts echoed throughout the room, sweat already forming along his hairline. Hopefully my inactivity wouldn’t get me anothersessionwith him. This was more than just being assaulted. They wanted me to do porn, and porn stars reacted. But I couldn’t bring myself to. All I could think about was how Dom fucked Stacy on that couch and then killed her.
Pain slashed through my cheek, forcing my attention back to the man hovering above me.
Heslappedme.
“You zoned out for a minute there,” he panted, not bothering to slow his pace.
