Page 62 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
This time her mouth snaps shut.
And I realize my mistake.
I shouldn’t have said that.God why do I keep saying the wrong things to this woman?
“Fuck you,” Lexi snaps.
“You did that.”
Jesus Christ, Mason Kingsley, stop goddamn talking.
Lexi takes a step back.
Then another and spins around.
Goddamn it.
My hands fall from my hips, and I’m rounding my desk before I can stop myself.I make it to the door a split second before she does.
“Stop,” I demand.
“Let me go,” she cries.
I plant my back against the door and grab her.Tears are pooling in her eyes, and my chest tightens, hating the pain I’m seeing.
“Tell me what happened.Tell me so I can understand,” I rasp, desperate to understand what the hell went on back in England.
She shakes her head, pushing against my chest.
“Lexi.Tell me!”
I want to hear that she’s innocent.I need to hear her say it.
Taking her chin, I lift her face.Then, before I can stop myself, my mouth is on hers, and she’s in my arms.
Nuclear heat slams inside me as our tongues ravish one another, filled with passion and fury.The kiss is chaotic as she obeys my command.
I rip up her dress and find her panties, shoving my hand inside them.
“Mase,” she groans.
“Tell me.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you fucking don’t.”I take her mouth again and slide my fingers through her pink folds until I find her entrance.
Then push inside.
She gasps into my mouth.
“You want this.You want my dick inside your naughty cunt.”
Lexi groans.
“Say it,”
Arching against my hand, her breasts press into my body, and my cock throbs painfully.
