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“Men like me break girls like you, little doe.” A shiver moves down my spine and my heart stalls in my chest when I force myself to meet his eyes, like a storm at sea. “I would shatter you. Watch you crumble from my fingers, my mouth . . . my cock. Then when I was finished with you, I’d put you back together again, so you’d be mine to do with as I please.”
I let out a breath, though it shakes as my chest tightens, my body growing hot with a desire I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced before.
Mason presses forward until his front is barely brushing mine. He leans in, his stubble on my cheek sending electric shocks through my veins and all the way down to my core.
“What do you think your mother would say if she knew I could make her sweet little daughter’s pussy wet with just a few words?”
“I’m not wet,” I lie. I definitely am. “I just think you’re crude.”
He chuckles darkly, lingering against my skin for a moment longer. His breath is warm and I fight the instinct to tilt my head to grant him better access to the pressure point there.
“Run inside to your mother before they come back,” he murmurs, pulling away and leaving my skin cold and tingling at the loss of him. His eyes burn with intensity as he pulls out another cigarette and lights the end. With the flame of the lighter burning in his eyes, he looks like the devil.
If the devil were as hot as Mason Carpenter.
Then again, isn’t he meant to be a fallen angel?
Mason leans back against the stone railing of the terrace, facing the building. His eyes sweep over the huge country club, filled with disdain and something black as night.
He hates this place.
“Why do you hate your stepfather?”
His eyes flick back to me and I take a single step backward. I never realized how much bigger than me he was the last time I saw him. Now, I feel like a toddler in comparison.
“Besides the obvious.”
“What makes you think you’re at liberty to ask?”
I’m so taken aback by his sudden harshness, my mouth actually falls open.
Still, he doesn’t look like he regrets it. Not with the harsh set of his jaw and the way his shoulders stiffen.
“Okay . . .” I start, but he cuts me off.
“We aren’t girlfriends. We aren’t sharing our darkest secrets. I helped you once because my sister would have wanted me to. That’s it.”
I stare at him for a moment, shell-shocked at his outward rudeness. He seemed like such a nice guy. Amanamong all the boys I’ve been dating.
Guess I was wrong.
“Have a good night, then.”
I turn to march toward the door, cheeks burning hot and hands vibrating with either anger or adrenaline. I don’t know which, yet.
“Oh, and by the way.” I pause at the door, turning back to him watching me with a darkness in his eyes I’m not accustomed to. “I would have rather walked.”
Missy is quiet while our mother berates me on the way home.
“That boy istrash,” she slurs and some of the ash from the end of her cigarette lands on the leather seat of the limo. It seems someone had a little too much fun at the party. “He’s a thief and a drug dealer.”
Mason doesn’t seem like a thiefora drug dealer. In fact . . . he seems to be one of the only sane people I’ve spoken to in the last six months.
My mother doesn’t know about Mason taking me home a couple months ago. Somehow, I convinced Michael to say he leftearly to drive me back to the university, only because I knew this was how she would react.
Mother doesn’t like anyone different than her. Case in point, Missy and me and her affinity for harsh punishments and cruel assessments disguised behind that fake Virginian accent.
Laura Gaines didn’t grow up in Virginia. She was born in fucking Wisconsin.
