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He presses each of his hands to the backs of my thighs, using his thumbs to spread my pussy open.
“Try not to scream.”
Then, he’s running his tongue through my folds.
I gasp, choking on the sound and burying my head in the comforter to let out a heavy breath. “You’re soaked. Is this from getting me off?”
I nod, anticipating the next stroke of his tongue.
“Words, Hannah.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good girl.”
Then he’s slipping his tongue inside me. I need him on my clit, but his tongue inside me feels so good, I don’t want him to stop.
“So goddamned sweet,” he grits like it pisses him off as he nips and sucks a line from my pussy to my clit. Only he stops, right before he reaches the sensitive bundle of nerves practically begging for his attention. “Are you going to be my good little whore?”
“Yes,” I pant, my clit throbbing even as he avoids it completely. “Yes.”
This is his revenge. His vengeance on me for all the nasty things I said earlier. Call me crazy, but I’d be committing a lot more crimes if Mason Carpenter was the one doling out punishments.
“You make me so fucking insane.” He slips higher, sucking the flesh around my clit until I’m whimpering on the bed. “Sometimes you piss me off so bad, I want to fuck you until you can’t run off.”
“Mason,” I groan, my head spinning when he denies me again. I try to move my hips against him and position him exactly where I need but his fingers tighten to near-bruising strength.
“My own little brand of poison,” he hisses, nipping my inner thigh. I jerk up the bed, but he just chuckles darkly, soothing the sting with his tongue and not allowing me to run away. “You keep running, but like a sick fuck, I keep coming back whenever you want me. What does that make me, little doe?”
I can’t form words into a sentence. I can’t even form a coherent thought. My arousal drips down my thighs, his words sending electric shocks straight through my body.
“Show me how it looks when you stay . . .” he murmurs, biting the globe of my ass again. His fingers slide underneath me, toying with my nipple and my pussy clenches on nothing.
“Mason, I need you.”
He lets out a dry, unamused laugh. “Do you need me, Hannah? Or do you just want me because I make this tight cunt feel better than it’s ever felt?”
Holy shit.
I wrack my mind for an answer, all number of thoughts careening through my head like a pinball machine.
“I need you,” I admit, finally. “For sex and for . . . everything else. I l—”
His hand slaps my ass hard and the sting liquifies in my veins.
“Don’t finish that sentence, Hannah,” he rasps. “Not until you’re ready to prove it.”
His voice is darker than I’ve ever heard it before. Menacing. World-ending. Like he’s prepared to rip civilizations down if I’m lying to him.
In my chest, I know I’m not.
I’m falling in love with Mason Carpenter and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
“I’ll stay,” I breathe, arching my hips when his tongue slips into the tight ring of muscles above my entrance. I gasp, my eyes screwed shut as a sensation I’ve never felt before surfaces.
I feel dirty. Used. Cherished. Fucking adored. All at the same time.
“I don’t believe you,” he murmurs and my heart threatens to shatter like glass. “Don’t scream,” he reminds me.
