Page 18 of Forbidden Cravings

“You’re bad, and if you think Mason is letting either of us go out tonight, you don’t know my brother well enough.”

I knew him well enough to judge the size of his dick and to know the feel of his hands in my hair was enough to soak me, butI wasn’t about to tell his sister that. Shrugging, I replied, “He’ll have no choice. Now get dressed. We can grab some food and drinks first.”

She held the dress up, giving me a doubtful look.

“You’ll make it work,” I reassured her. “Get dressed and break some makeup out. Those circles under your eyes are a turnoff.”

Shaking her head, she left my room. I snagged a cute cocktail dress I’d picked up at the same boutique where I’d gotten the black dress. This one had thick straps and the front cut low to give me sexy cleavage. The material was a dark red and clingy. As I pulled it over the black thong I’d changed into, it highlighted my curves perfectly. The bottom hit mid-thigh and, paired with the new heels I’d bought, it made me look good.

Tussling my hair so my curls bounced, I applied a thin layer of makeup. I rarely wore more than a dab of powder and blush, but when I hit the clubs, I put more effort into it. Armina was a party town. When we weren’t at the beach, we were partying. I knew Treemont wasn’t the same by any degree, but Mason and my brother ran two clubs in the city. I wasn’t about to set foot in the one Tyson preferred and where I suspected he’d hooked up with the woman Mason had called him out on my first night there. But the other was a dance club, exclusive and high dollar, like the ones I frequented with Angie in Armina.

“Ready?” I said to Riley as I walked into the living room. Mason stood across from her, his arms crossed and an irritated scowl etched on his face. As his eyes took me in, I’d never felt so seen. They lingered on every part of me, sending a flaring heat through my body, one that matched the lust in his eyes. That lust morphed quickly into anger, and I knew this was going to be a fight. Everything about that look said no one was setting eyes on me tonight but him. It was laced with ownership and a claim that I was his, whether or not he admitted it.

Chapter Seven

MASON

Istared at Casey. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever laid eyes on, and all I wanted to do was pick her up and fuck her against the wall. The dress she was wearing showed her curves, curves I didn’t want any other man seeing. It hugged her breasts, pushing them up so that they were calling for me to touch them, to run my tongue over them as I touched her. I’d experienced a taste of that body when she’d walked into the kitchen in that skimpy lingerie, almost breaking my resolve. Feeling her skin had left a craving for more. I shouldn’t have touched her, my hand caressing that firm breast, her nipple puckering below my thumb as I’d brushed over it.

She was breaking me more every time I was near her. And now this.

“Does your brother know you leave the house in that shit?” I growled, feeling Riley’s eyes on me.

“My brother is as much a player as I am. He doesn’t have the right to say anything about what I wear.”

Tyson would have dragged her back to her room and locked her in. She was playing with me, testing my need for control.

My laugh came out harsher than I’d wanted. “The fuck he doesn’t. He’d turn your ass around and send you back to your room, which is what I’m about to do to both of you.”

“Riley looks like she’s going to work. That dress goes almost to her knees.”

But Casey didn’t. The dress she wore sat so far up her thighs that I could see every detail of those lush legs.

“We’re going to Steel. Should we take the two non-talkative bullies you sent with me today?”

At least she’d chosen the classier club, but I still wasn’t about to let them go out.

“Mason, I think Casey’s right. I need to get out of the house—” Riley tried to argue.

I wasn’t budging. “Then go shopping with her tomorrow.”

It was Casey who responded. “I just went shopping, asshole.”

I flicked my gaze to her, gritting my teeth. She was a handful and had my balls in a frenzy with her attitude.

“I’ll wait outside,” Riley said. “She’s winning this argument, Mason. We won’t be gone long. I only want to get out of the house, maybe grab some drinks and some food.”

I gawked at her. She’d never disobeyed my rules, never questioned what I’d told her, or rebelled.

“I think you lost your control over her, Mason,” Casey said with an annoying smile.

Riley walked away, shaking her head as I continued to stare at Casey.

“Did you do that?” I asked her after Riley left.

“What? Give her the balls to finally stand up to your overprotective rules?”

My fists clenched, and I resisted yanking her head back with my fingers in her hair, something that was becoming my favorite turn-on. She’d moved closer, as if daring me to do it.

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