Page 51 of Boundaries

Cursing himself as I caught his cheekbone with my nails, Mason growled, and he grabbed me, his grip tighter, spinning me around so my back pressed against his chest and he locked my arms by my sides with his. He then lifted me off my feet.

“I have every intention of that brother,” Mason bit out between clenched teeth as he held me in the air with my feet dangling. I struggled so hard my wellies fell off, my stockinged feet thrashing.

“Let me go, Mason, I mean it. Or I’ll kill you,” I screamed. “Nixon, tell him to let me go. You’re supposed to be family,” I panted breathlessly.

He stopped what he was doing and turned away from Tiny.

“Now we’re family? Bit late to play that card. It’s amazing how the tide turns when you want something you little witch,” he replied between gritted teeth. His face was unreadable as he watched me fighting against the iron bars that were Mason’s arms. He could probably have squeezed the breath from my body he was that strong.

A moan fell from my mouth as those arms tightened around me.

“Mason, please,” I pleaded, struggling against him.

“Calm the fuck down, little fury,” Mason whispered gruffly.

“Please.”

His mouth hit the cuff of my ear and he whispered, “I love it when you beg, princess.”

“Nixon!” I yelled.

“Sorry darling, you’re on your own,” my brother-in-law bounced back without shame.

A thought occurred to me as I felt Mason’s body flex, almost like he was losing his grip and he shunted me up to improve his hold.

“I’ll tell Jenna!” I screeched.

Nixon snorted under his breath, “She wouldn’t give a shit. Even Jen admits you need to be taken in hand.”

And I hated him even more at that second.

“Excuse us,” Mason suddenly grunted before setting off in the direction of the main barn, with sure, purposeful strides. He shot back at Nixon over his shoulder, “Enjoy your ride,” motioning toward the horse with a flick of his head.

Nixon omitted a chuckle, “Enjoy yours too brother.” Motioning toward us with a raised hand.

“I intend to,” Mason growled under his breath as he carried me into the barn. I wasn’t stupid, I knew exactly what they meant. A torrent of emotion raced through me at what was coming next.

My heart was pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. Things were going to get physical. I faintly heard Tiny’s hooves clap against the tarmac as Nixon led her out of the yard and toward the exercise field.

Mason controlled my flailing limbs with ease, his strong arms wrapped across my rib cage sitting just below my breasts. I strained against him but Mason just whispered, “Now, now. Keep still or you’ll hurt yourself. You can’t really think you’ll get free before I decide to let you go?”

“If you touch me again, I’ll hate you Mason,” I snorted.

I felt him exhale against my hair, “You already hate me, so what do I have to lose? And don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy the last time. I made you cum so hard you could hardly fucking stand.”

The wind was knocked from me as he dropped me to my feet and released me. He then turned me sharply in his arms so my backside was forced into a sitting position on one of the hale bales at my back. All that spinning was making me dizzy.

My arms which had been trapped, were free and I made to push him away but he grabbed my wrists and shoved me down so my back was against the surface of the bale. He separated my legs with his knee and pushed between them to get closer. I could feel he was rock hard and turned on by our struggle but so was I. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I enjoyed how rough he was with me. It didn’t hurt really; his movements were just sure and confident. Firm.

That sexual pull I felt toward him took off, drowning out my annoyance.

Mason anchored my wrists against the bale, one hand trapped on either side of my head, bending over me. The core of his body rubbed against mine and I arched my back.

“There are other more pleasant things you can do with that mouth. But I don’t think you’re ready for that, just yet,” he growled down at me, his eyes on said area. I knew he was referring to a blow job. I was inexperienced but I knew some stuff. How could I not, Betty told me every, last fricking detail. She was so graphic, you almost felt like you were there. A fucked-up thought, I know. There were occasions when I couldn’t look James in the eye without blushing.

Mason’s chest pushed against me as I lay there with my legs spread, trapped. He was going to kiss me; I could feel it and my pulse took off, my lips parting, a blatant invitation. I was about to feel my nemesis’s mouth against mine again.

Mason lowered his dark head and rammed his mouth over mine with force, pushing my head into the straw. I exhaled sharply down my nose, the air pushed from my lungs which were partly covered by Mason’s bulk.

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