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“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” Mason murmurs as he kisses me slightly on the lips.
His lips are soft and have just enough power for me to know he knows I’m feeling something south of the border. My pussy is coming alive for the first time since forever and it is all Mason. He has the power to turn me into a wanton whore and I love it.
“Wait,” I hear the word fall out of my mouth before I can even stop it. I know what is at stake here and I know the importance of keeping up the façade. What I don’t like is being stuck in this stupid fucking apartment as Mason does my job.
More than that? I don’t like the fact that I’m so willing to allow this. I have never been one to allow some guy to do my shit for me. This is absolutely fucking stupid.
My anxiety and my pride are warring inside of me and I have no idea which side is about to win. I can’t do this shit anymore.
“What’s up, baby?” Mason croons.
The first time he called me anything but my name or ever my Domme title, I about grabbed a whip to teach him some manners. No one is going to disrespect me so fluidly. Now I find the endearment to be comforting.
All of this isolation has turned me soft.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask him as I load the Glock on the kitchen table. My hands have to be busy doing something or I get too anxious.
He smiles a little off to the side of his mouth. I have come to find out that is nervous smirk. It is hot as hell to see it. I love knowing that he is comfortable enough to be himself around me but not too comfortable. I need to feel that sense of control and dominance over him and everyone else.
“Lucian,” Mason begins. He walks over to the chair I’m seated in and pulls it out. He rests his upper body on his hands which are holding onto the arm rails of the chair. He closes the distance and brushes his lips against mine. One thing I have grown accustomed to are his kisses. “We’ve been over this before. I got this,” he murmurs.
He kisses me one more time before pushing his body off the chair. I’m left sitting there in want and need over something I haven’t ever wanted or needed until recently.
We still haven’t had sex and he still hasn’t explored my body. I haven’t explored him, either. It is way too much too soon for me to want to jump into bed with him. However, in the back of my mind I wonder if I should just rip the Band-Aid off and just let him have sex with me.
That whole shit brings out a whole new side of me that I never knew I had. I actually get jealous just thinking about the women he fucked before me. I have never been with anyone willingly, so my past is pretty self-explanatory. It is just the jealousy thing is a little more than my little brain can handle.
Fuck! I have to get out of here soon or I’m going to turn into one of those talk show people.
“Trust your gut,” I tell him for the fifth time today.
“I know. We’ve been over this. I’m just exchanging the bag and getting money. That’s it. Right?”
“Yes. When you get to the spot, they will meet you outside to frisk you. You can’t bring anyone with you or the whole deal will be a bust. I want the money for this shit and I want to see the face of the supplier. He has to be getting it from someone I don’t fuck with.”
Before turning to grab his phone, he kisses me one last time. It’s a little longer than before with more pizzazz. I can’t help but smile at the sweetness of the kiss and then I want to cap my own ass for being sentimental.
“What was that for?” I murmur.
He kisses me one last time. “That’s for good luck.”
I don’t get to say anything. Words are not important right now. If what I think is about to happen, does happen, I might get to come out of the grave sooner rather than later.
I hear the door open and close in the background of my apartment. I’m still sitting at the table with my face watching the door. I don’t know why I’m watching the door or if I’m waiting for something or someone.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting there for. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours but time seemed to slow down for the immeasurable time I watched the door.
I blink my eyes a couple of times to clear them from being strained.
“It is time to not be a little bitch,” I mutter to myself and get out of the chair.
“Luca!” Katie yells from outside of the door. “I need you!”
Before I can even tell my feet to not move, I’m running to the door and what I see in front of me is what nightmares are made of.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Mason
