Page 126 of Please Hate Me

Suddenly, the front door audibly crashed open, startling me so badly I nearly jumped out of my seat.

“Se-bas-ti-an!” Mason called, and a knot formed in my stomach.

I slammed my laptop shut like a teenager about to be caught watching porn before clearing my throat.

“Bedroom!” was all I could muster. If I said any more, the shake in my voice would betray my frayed nerves.

The sound of muffled footsteps joined the rushing of blood in my ears. I just needed a moment to compose myself, and then I could act like nothing happened. A split second before I was ready, the door opened, and I turned my chair to see Mason standing in the doorway. She was still dressed in what I assumed to be her workout attire.

Her waist-length hair was pulled into a messy high ponytail, and I tried to calm myself by attempting to deduce why she had grown it out. When Mason lived in America the first time, her hair was rarely ever longer than her chin. Furthermore, if she liked it long, why was she always pulling it back? I surmised that someone, likely James, had kept her from cutting it for publicity reasons.

My thoughts evaporated as Mason wandered over to me, a smile on her face and a hand on the curve of her stomach. I had to admit, Sophia—and unfortunately, Lucian—had been doing an excellent job taking care of my girl. Her cheeks were fuller, her skin was brighter, and the way her ass looked in tight pants? Absolutely criminal.

I released a heavy breath as I adjusted my hardening cock.

Mason’s hand met my cheek, and the scent of her perfume flooded my nose. Her return couldn’t have come at a worse moment, butfuckwas I glad she was here. I gripped her hips through the black spandex and squeezed. She was getting noticeably softer, and I wanted nothing more than to leave finger-shaped bruises on her porcelain skin.

“Are you okay?” she breathed. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I allowed her presence to consume any lingering thoughts about Calvin—Cameron—whoever he was. That didn’t matter right now. All I needed to think about was just how badly I wanted to hear Mason scream my name.

“I’m tired from traveling,” I conceded.

Mason leaned in, pressing her forehead to mine. She was warm, and her skin was smoother than satin. A blush crept up her cheeks, filling the space between her freckles. Her lips were rosy, begging for the embrace of mine, so I closed the gap, hoping to steal a quick kiss.

But my princess had other plans. Her hand appeared on the nape of my neck as she held my face to hers, deepening the kiss with a whisper of tongue. She was sticky-sweet, and I instantly recognized that she was wearing a new lip gloss. Typically, Mason’s lip balm was vaguely sweet and fruity; it was also a little thinner in consistency. I rubbed my lips together, discreetly tasting the product once more before smacking them gently.

“Marshmallow?” I asked, gesturing to my mouth.

Excitement sparkled in Mason’s eyes as she nodded with an excited squeal. She was up to something—that much was obvious.

Butwhat?

“Aren’t you going to ask where I got it?” she gushed. This level of exhilaration on anyone else would be taxing, but it was a good look for Mason. I leaned back and closed my eyes as a smile begged to spread across my lips.

“Sophia?”

She nodded excitedly. I’d had fantasies about tasting Sophia on Mason’s lips, but this wasn’t exactly what I’d pictured... Still, it was a start.

“Do you like it?” she inquired, climbing onto my lap.

I manhandled her a bit before settling her in a comfortable position. Mason’s belly made it impossible to get her close enough while she faced me, so I tossed her legs over one arm of the chair. My cock throbbed against her ass, and my heart flipped.

“Does that answer your question?” I lowered my voice to a raspy whisper.

I buried my face in her hair, sneaking down her neck with feather-light kisses. When I got to her collarbone, I stole a gentle bite. She gasped and squirmed against me. Her fingers knotted in my hair, grazing my scalp as she held me in place. Goosebumps ran down my arms as I bit her again, this timemuchharder.

God, I wanted to make her bleed for me.

I bucked against Mason as her breath hitched. It would take nothing for me to pick her up and throw her on the bed, but I liked the idea of Mason thinking she was in control, even if she never would be.

I was so lost in Mason’s orbit that I didn’t realize we had company until a hand locked around my jaw. A rosy indent of my teeth stained Mason’s skin as I was pulled away, my lips wet with saliva. I swallowed hard as Sophia forced me to meet her gaze. She used her free hand to trace the mark I left on Mason. Her face was blank, except for the promise of a grin she was fighting.

“Sebastian Micheal Castillo, we donotbite our friends.” Her voice was stern but kind, the sort of tone you might use when lecturing a child.

Instantly, the blood from my cock rushed to my cheeks. I had never been caught in the act before. An unfamiliar sense of shame clung to me like scalding hot wax, and I cleared my throat.

“Sophia, it’s wonderful to see you.” I tried to sound professional, despite my irritation at her sudden presence. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

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