Page 32 of Mase
“Yeah, right,” he mumbles under his breath, causing irritation to prickle my skin. Just who the hell does he think he is?
“I’m not a liar, Mase.” I flick my wet hair over my shoulder and straighten my spine. “And you can go to hell if you think I’m listening to you and your demands.”
I swear I hear his teeth grind. “Didn’t have a problemlistening to my demands when you had my cock in your mouth.” My mouth falls open; he did not just say that. “Besides, I’m your guardian,” he spits out like it’s killing him. “You’ll do as I fucking say.”
“Make me,” I taunt, with a condescending smile I feel down to my bones. If he thinks he can walk into my life and change my carefully crafted plans, then he can think again. Mason Campbell might be a walking wet dream, but I can be his worst nightmare.
MASE
“Make me.” She smiles with taunting glee.
I’ve had a short fuse from the moment I stepped foot in my father’s office. Hell, from the moment I discovered I had to enter the will reading without one of my best friends beside me. I knew, I just knew something would go wrong and my life would change.
What I did not expect was Summer Campbell, and that fuse? That fuse is about to short circuit and ultimately combust.
Red-hot fury fills every cell in my body. The fact that she’s unwilling to comply causes a wave of anger to overtake my entire being.
The Mase I try to tamper down, the one I refuse to be—the darker, meaner, controlling version of myself I never let show—is about to take over.
I swerve onto the dirt at the side of the road so fast Summer squeals and clings to the oh-shit bar like her life depends on it.
As soon as I put the truck into park, I’m out and moving around to her side. Her startled gaze greets me, and I don’tallow myself to glimpse down at her wet shirt as I unbuckle her and grasp her arm.
“Oh my God, you’re insane. You can’t leave me here!” she screeches, and my mind barely registers her words, too intent on one thing. Making her comply.
She drags her feet in the dirt as I maneuver her and open up the back passenger door. “Get in!”
She spins to face me, and the scent of the strawberry drink in her hair wafts in the breeze, only pissing me off further. “What?”
I tilt my head toward the car. “In. On your knees.”
Arousal sparks in her baby blues, and when she swallows hard, my cock rubs against the waistband of my jeans from imagining her swallowing me down. It’s barely been soft all day. Thoughts of her have consumed me so much I need a release. Then she submits to me, tamping my fury just enough for me not to want to make my mark on her permanent.
Not yet anyway.
She clambers into the back, then kneels on the seat, and excitement thrums through me, stealing my breath.
Holy shit, I’m going to do this.
Me and Summer Campbell. My stepsister.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine punishing a brat. But with my palm twitching and my cock throbbing, I know I’ve no choice but to give myself over to the dominant side of me battling to get out.
“You’re being a brat. Now you get spanked like one.”
She peeks over her shoulder, and her bright-blue eyes clash with mine. They’re full of need, full of want, and my heart pounds against my chest like a drum as she silently pleads with me to give her what we both want.
Unable to wait any longer, I flip her skirt over her ass and delight in her innocent white panties exposed to me. Jesus, why the fuck are they so hot?
Because they’re not the fancy lace shit Tara always wore.
She’s not trying to be anything she isn’t.
Pushing her panties into the crack of her ass, I step forward and raise my hand. The impact of my palm sends a resounding smack through the air. A sound that makes my balls draw up and causes my cock to leak.
“You’re being a brat,” I announce again, louder this time.
Smack.
