Page 99 of Drown Like Heaven
“I wanted you to come and take me,” I breathed, half-hoping it’d be too quiet for him to hear. The dark pit of obsession in my chest was growing, sucking me down, and I…Ineededit.
If this was going to hurt me in the end, I needed to feel every second of it.
I wasn’t strong enough to resist the magnetism between us.
Mason pushed the elastic waistband of my boxers over my ass, palms skimming my bare skin, and then he pushed me off him.
I didn’t even get a chance to protest before he was yanking my boxers the rest of the way off, followed by my shirt so I was standing naked before him. He grabbed my throat, staring at me so closely and so intensely my knees felt weak.
“Yeah?” he said, voice husky. “You want me to force you? Fuck you up? Hurt you a little bit?”
I think so.But I was scared to say that, because I didn’t know how far he was going to take this. I didn’t get any boundaries with him.
“Remember when I told you it’d feel good?” he prodded. “Me hurting you?”
I managed a shaky nod.
“Think of how good it’ll feel once you let me into that pretty little head.”
My stomach dipped and I clutched his forearms to keep myself standing, a deep ache building dangerously in my core. The sort of ache that hurt so badly it feltgood.
I can’t.
Mason’s eyes flicked back and forth between mine, seeking out all my answers to all his questions. I hoped he couldn’t find them. I feared that once he did, he’d wreck me. He would have access to so many hidden pieces of me, all the most fragile ones, and that was terrifying.
What if he hates them? What if he rips me open and decides I’m too much after all?
Somehow, I didn’t think that would happen.
He’s like me. I’m like him.
“I want to get you high, Dakota. You know I can. But you have tolet me.I can’t force this out of you.”
“You don’t let me know you, either,” I gasped, waves of fearful desire dripping over all my skin.
His gaze darkened, his hands sliding down to my shoulders, fingers circling my upper arms. His fingertips pressed into my flesh, hard enough to hurt. “You’re making me want to do some violent shit, baby.”
“Well, I didn’t think you were going to fuck megently, so—”
My words got cut off by Mason turning me and shoving me backwards onto his bed.
His bed was shockingly soft, my fall cushioned by his washed black comforter and cloud-like mattress. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip as Mason stepped out of his pants. He started towards the bed in just his boxers but I held my hand up to stop him, squeezing my thighs tight together, crossing my ankles to hide my pussy.
Surprisingly, he halted.
“Take those off too,” I said shyly, pointing to his underwear, my stomach flipping. He’d seen me fully naked more than once…but I’d never seen him like that, only in various stages of undress while he shoved his cock in my throat or jacked off onto my stomach.
Mason clearly wasn’t feeling shy, as he easily stripped off his boxers without a second thought, then continued his approach.
It made sense. He didn’t have a single flaw on him.
The lack of flaws was one of the first things I’d noticed about him, and I noticed it again now, eyes roaming his taut skin and sculpted muscles, his perfect cock. I felt both intimidated by his perfection and lucky I was the girl in his bed. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt lucky, but I did.
Standing at the side of the bed, he wrapped a hand around his cock, lightly stroking, watching me. I knew he was about to push another line, I just didn’t know which one. I was never safe with him. Not my body, not my mind.
He took me apart so easily, breaking me like it was his favorite thing to do. Sometimes it felt like my favorite thing, too.
“When I held you under the water…” Mason started. My pulse skipped several beats; I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going. “Did you fight back because you wanted me to stop, or because you wanted me tokeep going?”
