Page 87 of Mase
“Pass me the axe. I think taking the bitch’s head off and displaying it in the staff quarters will be a good deterrent for the maid’s continuous advances on me.” He holds out his hand toward Owen, and I watch on in horror, unable to fathom if he’s being serious or not.
Oscar’s eyes dart around the room before he blanches. “You son of a bitch,” he snaps, and I remember the story Owen told me of Oscar beheading his brother’s ex. Then he throws his arm out. “Fine. Suit your fucking self and traumatize the next generation.” He heads back up the stairs. “I’ll send the rest of the kids down, shall I? Children’s tea party?” he singsongs in a tone that I don’t think he uses that often, if at all.
Luca’s nostrils flare, and he tilts his head up toward the stairs. “O’Connell, don’t you dare!” he bellows, and the deep sound echoes off the stone walls. “My wife will have my balls in a vise if the children see down here. This little guy won’t remember a damn thing, will you, Julian?” he whispers, patting the baby’s stomach, then follows Oscar back up thestairs. The moment the door is closed again, I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Did that just fucking happen?” I ask Owen, and he bursts into a fit of laughter.
“It sure fucking did. I don’t know what I’m more surprised at, Oscar handing Luca his ass or the fact Luca is terrified of his wife.”
“Your friends are fucked up,” I tell him.
“I know.” Tilting his head toward me, he smiles broadly. “Now, what do you want to use on this fucker?” He kicks a foot out at Andrew.
“Definitely the axe.” I grin back.
FIFTY-FIVE
MASE
After spendinghours torturing Andrew and Hugh, we finally put the fuckers down. There’s only so much chopping off limbs after burning off their skin with a blowtorch you can do without them no longer feeling it. Luca suggested dragging it out for days, weeks even, allowing them to recuperate and inflict the pain on them all over again, but there’s no way I was going to do that. I wanted it over with.
I’ve a new life to lead, and I intend to start living it.
So as I push through the basement door after slitting their throats and putting them out of their misery, I smile at the way things have turned out.
The weight on my shoulders has dissipated, my head finally free of the torment we’ve endured. Now it’s time to go home to the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with and slip between her silky thighs and remind her of just how strong we are together.
I purchased the mansion we’re living in three weeks ago, and we’re slowly making it our home, back in New Jersey away from the dark memories that no longer haunt us but fill us with pride as survivors.
We’re safe here, surrounded by our chosen family instead of those forced upon us. Our life and fresh start are with them by our side, and the fact they’ve embraced Summer so affectionally, like a younger sister, couldn’t make me any happier.
My cock is rock hard as I step out of the bathroom and take in the sight before me. Who the hell am I kidding? It’s been rock hard since the little display of being a badass she put on in the basement for me. I almost shot my load in the shower but stopped myself; the need to fill her pussy until it overflows with my possession is at the forefront of my mind.
Summer’s ass wiggles in the air, and I want nothing more than to mark it. She’s on all fours on the edge of the bed, and my mouth waters to taste her. “Fuck, Sum. My cock is dripping for you.” I have no choice but to fist it, releasing a steady stream of pre-cum down the head and over my palm, giving me the perfect lubrication.
She’s braided her hair just how I like it—innocent looking, but I know otherwise. She’s a force to be reckoned with, a spitfire, a woman who is prepared to do anything for her man, for me, including killing another woman, and my cock couldn’t be happier about it.
I step up behind her and press a hand into the center of her spine, forcing her to bend so her face is flat on the mattress. Then I bend over her and lick from the top of her spine all the way down and over her asshole, and she reaches out to grip onto the sheets when I push the tip of my tongue into her hole and suck while eating her ass. I slide two fingers into her sopping pussy. “Dirty girl likes having her ass eaten, don’t you?”
“Yes. Oh, god, Mase,” she pants, and I flick my tongue over her taut skin.
“Ride my face, Sum. Push back and fuck your ass against my face, sweet girl. Show me how much you like it.” My fingers plunge in and out of her pussy, and when she pushes back against me, I groan in ecstasy.
“Lick me, Mase,” she breathes out. “Lick it.”
“Oh, fuck, Sum.” I suction my lips over her ass and grip her ass cheek, then roughly deliver a smack to it for emphasis. She continues rocking herself against my face in erotic splendor.
She comes hard. Her pussy convulses around my fingers, and I use the moment to withdraw them, causing her to whine at the loss. I rise onto my knees and position my cock at her entrance. Then I thrust forward, slamming inside her so hard she shifts up the bed, but I quickly grip her hips to hold her, pounding in and out of my woman at a crazed speed.
“Take it, Sum. Take all this cum.”
“Yesss,” she screeches, and my slit widens, delivering her with the flood of my cum.
“Fucking perfect, Summer,” I grunt and thrust forward again, allowing her to milk my cock. “So truly perfect.”
SUMMER
I lie on his chest as he toys with the strands of my braided hair, and I breathe him in.
