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Then his lips seal over my clit and his tongue flutters across me, sending me into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I bury my head into the comforter, biting the material to keep from screaming. My body shakes with the force of the waves, but I don’t have time to react before he’s grabs me and flips me over. He drags my hips to the edge of the bed, tonguing me straightthrough into another orgasm while I bite my own palm to stay quiet.

“I need inside you,” he grits, voice huskier than usual when he flips me over. He stands, wiping my arousal on the back of his hand and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He removes the rest of his clothes, his body rippling in the light from his bedside lamp. I watch him walk to the dresser, his ass as devastating as the rest of him.

Mason’s butt could end a war.

He opens the top drawer and pulls something out, before coming back to the bed and holding it up in the light.

A condom.

My stomach clenches when he hands it to me.

“I’ve never . . . put one of these on,” I whisper, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

He doesn’t let me back out that easily.

“Guess it’s time to learn.”

He’s challenging me. Pride wells inside me and I rip the packet open and pull the condom out. His eyes flare when I place it over him, sliding it down his length and making sure to stroke him in the process until his jaw tenses.

Two can play at that game.

Mason looks like a man possessed when he climbs on the mattress above me.

“While knocking you up would have its fucking day, I agree we aren’t bringing a child into this mess. Not yet.” My stomach dips at his words and when his hand runs over my stomach. The dark glint in his eyes as he looks up my body at me sends a shiver down my spine. “But make no mistake. I will be fucking you raw again.”

I shiver, the darkness seeping off him palpable when his hands come to my hips, but he doesn’t waste any time pushing inside me in one full roll.

I bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming and he curses under his breath, eyes wild.

“Oh my god . . .” I pant, my head falling back and my eyes screwing shut from the pain and pleasure of having him so deep, so fast. My nails dig into his shoulders, but he doesn’t pull back. “Please, Mason. Move.”

“Too much for you, little doe?” he sneers, but then he reaches up, brushing the hair out of my face with a soft caress. “You can always tell me to stop, Hannah. Give me a word.”

“What?” I stammer, my pussy still pulsing around him from my last orgasm.

“Give me a word and that will be your safe word. Whatever you want to say to let me know you’ve had enough.”

I roll the words around in my head, but only one comes to mind. “Hurricane.”

He pauses for a moment, but he doesn’t bother asking.

“Hurricane,” he reminds me. “Now, fight me or fuck me, little doe. Your choice.”

He pulls back before slamming inside me and he doesn’t stop. He fucks me hard, grinding his hips into mine like he’s trying to carve out his spot on my body. Like he’s trying to imprint himself on my soul so that everyone will know I’m his.

I mean, at this point, I’d shout it from the rooftops.

His hands come up, capturing mine and holding them above my head. I’m sure I’ve left marks on his shoulder, but he also bit my ass, and for that, he deserves it, no matter how hot it was.

“This pussy was made for my cock, Hannah,” he murmurs, voice low and quiet. “You feel how you’re squeezing me, begging for more?”

I whimper, my eyes rolling back in my head. My body tightens to a near fever pitch, but the orgasm remains just out of reach.

The asshole is keeping it from me.

“Does it scare you that I would torture for you?” he grinds out, voice rough and animalistic in my ear. “Kill for you?”

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