Page 54 of Freaks Of Nature
The feel of him is like steel.
With his arms ensnaring me, his fingers flex in a tense grip, digging into the hinges of my jaw, his palm at the front.
But he’s not choking me. Sharp breaths shoot from the little gap he left below my nose.
He tips my head to the side, and I squeeze my eyes shut on reflex even though it’s too dark to make out anything in the hallway. Maybe if I don’t see his face, he won’t kill me.
My pulse is rampant. The coarse stubble lining his jaw scrapes my cheek as he inclines his head.
That’s when I smell the sandalwood and spice.
Mason.
“Gotcha!” his voice grates into my ear. “How fucking aroused are you right now? Touch yourself and tell me.”
I roll my eyes in annoyance but make no motion to free myself from his hold.
Keeping his right hand around my throat, he skates the left one into my hair. He gives a pull, twisting my head and forcing my chin up until I can see his face fully.
Dark, hooded eyes rivet to my lips as he cradles my skull possessively.
“How was your date?”
“Oh God,” I groan, “you didn’t follow us, did you?”
His fingers fan through the hair at my nape while he delays his answer. It’s a reasonable question, considering his track record for stalking and the repeated B and E.
Did he break my window again?I just had the super fix that.
“No,” he replies gruffly.
Thank God.I feel a drop of relief. I don’t want to imagine him watching us at the lake like he did before at the park.
His fingers curl into a fist in my hair with an air of jealousy that carries into his voice. “How many times did he make you come?”
My thighs give a twitch. “Three times,” I blurt.
I don’t know why I lie. Maybe I want to provoke him. I like him handling me roughly with his hand around my throat.
His grip tightens, making my pussy throb so hard I vibrate. I imagine his hand there, working me just as harshly.
Fingers flexing around my jaw, he lowers himself, his mouth hovering over mine. “I can beat that.”
Oh fuck!
My lips part, and I suck in a clipped breath before his tongue dives in, bold and demanding, swirling around mine.
He curls the tip along the roof of my mouth on his retreat. “And I wasn’t kidding, Em,” he says with another skilledflick of his tongue. “Slide those fingers up your tight cunt, and let me hear how wet you are.”
His mouth crushes back down on mine as I gasp at his crude language, but I can’t help that it only arouses me more.
And then I do as he wants.
My right hand skims down the length of my skirt, dipping underneath the pleats while my left reaches up for his arm to steady myself.
I slide in at the side—for the second time tonight—and shudder. Slick, warm flesh meets my touch, readily welcoming the friction.
I ache.
