Page 26 of Mase
Do I admit she’s the girl fromIndulgence?
Will he think badly of me?
I decide against it, choosing to keep it vague.
“He left me as a guardian of my stepsister.”
“What?” He chuckles. “I didn’t know you had one.”
“Me neither,” I grunt.
Before he can ask further questions, I change the subject.
“I think he has cameras in the house, and I want them all found and taken down.”
“Cameras?” Disbelief is evident in his tone.
My gut tells me there’s so much more to this, and the familiar heavy lead ball settles in my stomach, rising by the second. “Yeah. I just want the house secure.” I omit the part about wanting Summer safe, because something doesn’t feel right, or maybe it’s just being back here that’s making me angsty.
“I’ll make contact with some guys in the area and message you back shortly. If there’re cameras in the house, they’ll find them. If that’s the case, I’d also consider some new staff, Mase.”
This won’t go down well with Hugh, but you know what? Fuck him. He can stay on as my gratitude to his service, but everyone else can leave. They haven’t done a very good job of securing the property so far, since Summer managed to throwa party and end up in bed with someone while I just walked inside like a stranger off the street.
My fists flex as I consider how much she could’ve been taken advantage of; did that little prick force her into bed?
No, she whored her tight little ass to me. She isn’t a prude, clearly, and now he’s reaping the benefits of me breaking her in. I was used by her, just like Tara used me.
Fury has my vision turning hazy.
“I got you, Brother.” Owen ends the call, and I turn to stare back at the mansion. An ominous feeling creeps up my spine, and a shiver washes over me.
Something tells me I’m not going to like whatever the fuck happens next.
THIRTEEN
MASE
I’ve avoided her again.She came home from school and made herself scarce while I hid away, looking at prospective properties on the laptop for our next business endeavor. Though my mind wasn’t in it at all.
Nope, all I could think about all day was my gorgeous little stepsister, the one I shouldn’t want but crave with my entirety.
She’s here in the same house as me, sleeping just down the hall from me. I could take her, make her mine.
My mind flickers back to this Travis. Is he her boyfriend? Has he been touching her like I want to touch her? Fury has my blood boiling, causing a deep-seated cavern of vengeance to grow, and I fucking hate the feeling. It’s like I’m losing control.
Throwing the sheets off me, I check the time—11:56 p.m. The house is silent as I head down the stairs to grab a bottle of water, and when I step into the kitchen, my blood stills and my tongue thickens. Hell, I almost choke on it.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Not being able to sleep because I’m back in this hellhole has its advantages, and one of those advantages is, it appears, my sweet little stepsister can’t sleep either.
She’s bent over with her head inside the refrigerator, her slinky sleep shorts exposing the globes of her ass to me and begging for me to slap them and leave a mark behind.
I adjust my cock in my joggers—the head still peeking out of the waistband, eager to get in on the action—while watching Summer in fascination as she makes a sweet little sound that tells me she’s drinking something.
Fuck, she’d sound hot with my hand wrapped around her throat while she chokes on my cock and tries to guzzle down my cum.
A glistening bead of pre-cum oozes at the slit of my cock, begging to be licked away by the innocent bombshell currently releasing the cool air into the kitchen. I bet her little nipples are all pointed.
