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I whimper, my knees shaking. I can feel my arousal slipping down my thighs and I would be embarrassed, was I not careening toward another orgasm.
His fingers tighten in my hair, bringing my head back at an angle I’m sure will break my spine until I meet his gaze.
“I love you, Hannah. Now come for me.”
My body tightens, exploding and tears stream down my face to mix with the sweat on my cheeks. Heat rushes through me,burning me to a crisp when Mason releases my hair and thrusts into me only once more before growling out my name like a prayer to God.
He fills me, coming with a sharp thrust of his hips and a shuddering breath that has him collapsing overtop of me.
When he rests his head on the center of my back, my knees really do give out and he lays down with me, the only sound the racing of our hearts and our heavy breathing.
Still . . . the little voice in the back of my head doesn’t shut up.
“Did you mean that?” I pant, chancing a look over my shoulder in his direction to find him watching me.
His steely gaze holds me for a moment, then he rolls me until I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. Somehow, this is more terrifying than anything else I’ve faced in the last twenty-four hours.
“I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts, Hannah Marie. And I’ll fight like hell to keep you.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. No easy feat because it feels like it’s the size of a softball.
“And the other. Did you mean that, too?”
He leans down, nipping my bottom lip and soothing the sting with a stroke of his tongue. Finally, he kisses me and it’s the kiss of death because it feels like he’s sucking my soul out with each stroke of his tongue against mine.
Finally, when he pulls away, his voice is husky.
“Every. Fucking. Word.”
“You’re bleeding again,” I whisper, my fingers running over the red mark in the bandage on his arm.
“And I’ll bleed a thousand times more for you, little doe.” Reaching up, he wipes the tears from under my eyes with theback of his thumb. “But don’t you dare ever ask me to give you up.”
Hannah
Laura Gaines: Try anything, I’ll kill him.
Sometimes, when Mason’s asleep, I like to trace the snake on his chest, memorizing it with my fingertips when he’s not watching me with those hurricane eyes.
Tonight, he’s sleeping peacefully for once, though I know it’s because he was exhausted when we got to his mother’s house.
We spent the day in the shop, cleaning up and dealing with police and news reporters that wanted to be the first to catch the inside story. It crushed my heart to hear them speaking about his dad’s garage—his garage that he’s worked so hard to build—as if it were just another passing building.
This is Mason’s whole life, and now, it’s out of commission until we can make sure it’s safe again.
We came to Monica’s because someone’s out to get us. Logan and Savannah are staying, too, to keep everyone together. It was a strange affair. A quiet, solemn dinner. A quiet, solemn goodnight before we all went our separate ways. I know for them, this is just like old times. When they were all in fear for their life and I hate that I’ve brought it back to them.
I stared at that picture for a long time today, debating on whether or not I should come clean and tell Mason about it, but in the end, I knew it would only stress him out more.
He’d see it and think this was a threat to me, not him.
What he doesn’t see is that this is all my fault.
I dragged him into this mess.
And now I’m going to set him free.
Even if it kills me.
