Page 63 of Boundaries

We stood there, bathed in the glow from the light, his face was half-shadowed which made him appear more menacing. We were both breathing heavily. Mason jammed his hands into his pockets and I dropped mine to my sides. He was struggling with his temper, that fact was written in every chiselled contour of his muscled physique.

His breath whooshed down his nose as he snarled, “You accept another man’s number when you fucked me not two nights ago?”

His words provoked my own monster.

“So, what. You made a quick enough escape afterwards. You didn’t even leave a fucking note.”

“I messaged you, I said I’d explain but you were too busy baiting me to answer your fucking phone.” There were a lot of fucks flying around.

“You can’t just pick me up and put me down when you want Mason, like some type of plaything. If you want a toy, go to the shops, and buy a fucking railway set.”

“I’m not playing, Amy.”

I closed my eyes briefly; I could feel a headache coming on. As I opened them, Mason loomed slightly closer.

“I’m still here.” The irony of his words punched into my heart.

“Yes, this time,” I pointed out childishly.

That muscle I knew so well ticked in his jaw as he glared down at me, almost into me, contaminating my thoughts. That ruthless stare burned a hole right through me.

Mason removed a hand from his pocket and dashed it down his face. He looked tired, his face was strained and my heartstrings were plucked with concern.

Just when I thought our fight was coming to a natural end, he fucked it right up.

“We had sex Amy, you gave me your virginity, not some random bum from a club,” he pointed out.

“You slept in my arms all night, you were mine. You’re still mine,” he growled as if his anger had been relit by some extra fuel. Mason was behaving like a caveman.

“You belong in the National History Museum,” I huffed.

“You belong on my dick,” he snarled, crudely.

I closed the distance between our two bodies and raised myself onto my tiptoes, goading him right in his face, “You may have been my first Mason, but you certainly won’t be my last,” I taunted cruelly.

“What the hell does that mean?” he raged down at me. Thank goodness the house was empty. Mason had literally bellowed down into my face. He was so enraged and I felt turned on by it, but I could identify that slither of caution.

“You’re a big boy, you’ll figure it out.”

He flexed his arms; he was so ready for a fight and I wondered if he’d get physical again like he had that day at the stables. The thought made me want to push him more. I needed his hands on me and I didn’t care how.

Dropping back to my feet, I stood my ground, “I imagine Adam would know his way around a girl’s body, maybe even better than you,” I mocked him recklessly.

Mason released an aggravated grunt, “So, you’re going to fuck half of the village just to get at me, is that it?”

“Why not? Did you think you’d ruined me for anyone else?”

“I’m warning you Amy, cut this shit out. You don’t want to see my territorial side,” Mason growled, his teeth bared. I recalled my childhood taunts and a shiver ran down my spine.

I stepped back but pushed my head forward, getting in his face again and then I prodded him, hard in the centre of his chest. I was surprised I didn’t break my finger.

“You’re an animal Mason, I’ve always thought so,” I said, my eyes piercing his.

He shot a pointed look down at where I touched him, “Why don’t I show you just how much of an animal I can be?”

Mason, then roughly lifted me into his arms and started carrying me toward the Mini that my dad had bought me. I didn’t struggle, I wanted it to happen.

He lowered me to my feet and I slid down his body; his expression was dark with lustful intentions. He then dragged me around by the arm so my back was pressed against his chest (something he always seemed to do). He was breathing heavily from the exertion. Pushing between my shoulder blades he bent me over the bonnet of the car with his hand and body which pushed my backside against his crotch. I was forced to plant both my hands on the metal surface to stop myself from face-planting. I could feel he was hard against my bottom and lust flared inside me, mixing with my fury from moments ago. It was a powerful concoction. I was so turned on; I was throbbing in that place between my legs that Mason had awakened.

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