Page 18 of Drown Like Heaven
His thumb pushed up against my clit and I was trembling, disoriented. I wanted to sleep, but all I could do was stare up at him, hovering over me. A god, an angel, something horrible.
Something I craved.
My eyes flicked away from his face and I could see how hard he was from suffocating me. A vein snaked down his lower abdomen, just barely standing out against his smooth skin. I wanted to trace it with my tongue, feel the pulsing of all that blood going to his big cock. But I also didn’t want to ignore what’d just happened.
Sure, I was turned on from him taking away my air.
Butso was he.
He wanted to do bad things to me. He wanted all my worst secrets. I hated that knowing this only made me desire him more. It was sickening. It made everything so much more real.
Before I could think much into it, Mason was leaning down and crushing his mouth to mine again, kissing me, uncaring that I wasn’t kissing him back. I could taste myself on his tongue when he shoved it into my mouth.
My shaky hands reached up to wrap around his throat and I dug my nails into his skin, needing to dosomethingto him. Like he’d just done to me.
“You want to hurt me back?” he growled, biting my lower lip hard. “I’ll let you.”
“Stop.” I tried to shove him off me. He didn’t budge. I was so weak compared to him.
The movement of his two fingers stroking my inner walls was making me squirm, his thumb brushing over my clit. Everything was so wet now, swollen and sensitive after my orgasm. I felt my body ramping up again, Mason’s touch putting pressure on that perfect spot.
Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me? Why do I keep trying to give it to you?
Mason’s palm slid to my throat and he pressed down, keeping me pinned below him.
Stealthily, my hand slipped off the seat, my fingers searching the floorboard until I gripped the handle of my knife just under the passenger seat. My palm was sweating against the metal, my pulse flying too fast beneath Mason’s fingers digging into the hollow of my throat.
I flicked the knife open and swung it towards Mason’s throat, pressing the flat side of the blade just below his Adam’s apple before he could blink.
His pupils expanded further at the kiss of the cold steel.
“I like you,” he said, and he sounded horrifyingly genuine.
This is too much for me.
I swallowed, feeling the pressure of his palm still on my throat. My eyes were wide, lips parted. Mason’s fingers were still buried inside of me, and I was only making them slicker, my pussy clenching around them. Everything was overwhelming me, all my thoughts a chaotic jumble.
Fuck, I don’t know what to do.
“Mason,” I said carefully. “Stop.”
But he wasn’t stopping. I had no idea if I even wanted him to. My limbs were shaking.
I tilted my knife so the sharp side of the blade was touching his warm skin, but didn’t press hard enough to cut him. The knowledge that Icouldcut him if I wanted to was enough to make me feel safer. His fabric-clad erection was brushing my thigh as he moved his hips forward, cornering me further.
My mind was so fucking confused.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d just been literally unconscious, or if it was because Mason was giving me goddamn whiplash, or if it was because my past was stabbing through my present, or if it was because of something else I couldn’t name. But I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as I stared up at Mason, looming over me like a stormcloud.
He was eclipsing everything safe and replacing it all with whatever he was made of.
And then Mason was letting go of me, fumbling to get his shorts pulled down and spring his cock free. I couldn’t stop my mouth from dropping open as my pulse fluttered. God, he was big.
“Just stay there,” he gritted out.
Mason wrapped a strong hand around his shaft and began pumping himself, the muscles in his forearm flexing below his skin with each motion of his wrist.
It happened so fast.
