Page 62 of Drown Like Heaven
He slid a rough hand up my stomach to cup my breast, using the other to grip the back of my neck, position me so I couldn’t get away from him. His tongue swept along the seam of my lips and I parted them, a little whine escaping me. He swallowed the sound, pressing his hips forward so his erection was brushing my core.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
I started to point around the corner, but he just scooped me up and walked down the hall, not needing much instruction. Wasn’t like there were many places to go in the trailer. My bedroom was extremely easy to find.
He threw me onto my bed and I landed on my back with a bounce.
Mason lunged forward, capturing both of my wrists with one hand and pinning them high above my head. My mind was spinning.
“You can’t just show up here,” I said through my heavy breathing, struggling against his hold. The bones of my wrists ached. “This is why I didn’t want you to know where I lived.”
He used his free hand to grip the front of my shorts, fingers curling into the waistband as he tugged them down my thighs, then off me. My underwear, too. I sucked in a sharp breath.Holy shit.I’d never been turned on this much this fast in my life.
“I told you to be ready, baby,” he growled, staring down at my naked body stretched out on the bed below him, arching. My nipples were hard and my skin hot, the cotton comforter cool and soft against my back.
“I didn’t really mean what I said when I was texting you,” I said in a rush. “Okay, Mason? You can’t just do things to me without my permission.”
I was suddenly nervous. As much as he’d somehow learned about me, it felt like I didn’t know a single true thing about him. All I knew was that he was fucking insane and had gotten me entirely naked about a minute after forcing his way through my front door.
“Yeah, I can.” He slapped my breast and my eyes rolled, chills covering my bare skin.
“No.” I gritted my teeth. “Youcan’t.”
He leaned closer. “Watch me.”
If he spread my legs, he’d see just how fucking wet I already was from this horrible invasion. That’s what Mason was.An invasion.Into my home, into my body, into my mind, into myentirelife.
He was kneeling on my thighs, making me completely immobilized.Is this a fantasy, or is it real? Where’s the line? Where do we stop?I couldn’t stop the thoughts from storming my skull, fear striking like lightning, arousal rolling like thunder.
Everything was always so tangled with him. I couldn’t separate any of my emotions; they all consumed me, all messed me up.
“I’ll scream.” I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning as he pinched my nipple. My clit was throbbing, pulsing, heat burning low in my belly.
“I’ll choke you so hard you won’t be able to make any noise at all.”
“Make me pass out again?” I asked through my teeth, sweating. Mason’s thumb brushed back and forth over my nipple, making me desperate for more of it. “You wanna fuck me unconscious, Mason? Or maybeyou already did. I wouldn’t know.”
“You’d know if I fucked you.” A smirk lifted the corner of his lips. I wanted to slap it off his perfect face.
He bent forward and sucked my other nipple into his warm mouth, laving his tongue over the sensitive, needy tip of it. My hips bucked, thighs quivering, stomach tightening. I neededmore. My core ached, my pussy clenching around nothing, slickness dripping down to the crease of my ass.
The way he was kneeling on me made it so my legs were held tightly together. Desperation clawed at me wildly.
“Getoffof me,” I sobbed, Mason’s wet tongue licking a hot path between my breasts. “I didn’t give you permission to do any of this to me.”
“Off of you?” He arched an eyebrow, then slowly released my wrists from his grip, moving to spread my thighs as he knelt between them, kissing a line down my stomach. He paused, hovering his mouth over my pussy. I was frozen, a bad feeling lurking in the back of my mind, an uneasy confusion.
Even though he was no longer holding me down, I still hadn’t moved an inch.
I’m broken.
Iwantedhim.His lips were so close to where I needed them.
A quiet, pathetic whine tore from my throat.
“Since you seem to care so much about consent, I’ll let you go ahead and tell me what you want.Exactlywhat you want.”
His breath was warm on my bare skin. Gently, he used his thumbs to hold me open.
