Page 49 of Forbidden Cravings

Mason nodded to him and Breck ushered me into my apartment and closed the door behind me. I wasn’t sure what Mason’s mood was. He was hard to read when he was like this, cold and unapproachable. He placed his gun and phone on my table, then removed his suit jacket and stretched it out over a chair. Rolling his sleeves up, he glanced at me.

“Take that dress off. I don’t want you wearing anything of that cunt’s again.” I sucked the air between my teeth at the vitriol in his tone. His phone buzzed again, and he flicked his gaze to it. The muscles in his jaw were rigid, and he rolled his neck, turning his eyes, which now held a dangerous glare, back to me. “Now, Casey.”

Tipping my chin up, I huffed to my bedroom, lifting the dress over my head as I walked and tossing it on the floor.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, following me.

“Away from your possessive ass to change like you demanded I do.”

His arm came around me, halting my track before I could make it to my closet, and slamming my back into his chest. “I didn’t say to put anything else on.”

Currents flooded through my body as if he’d touched me with a live wire. His hand slid along my stomach and up to my bra, caressing my breast through the thin lace. The air froze in my chest, and I dropped my head against him.

“Is this what you wear under your clothes every time you see that spineless fucker who touched you?”

The pounding of my heart increased. It was so loud that he had to have heard it.

“Sometimes,” I mumbled, unable to think with his touch and his mouth against my neck.

He brushed his hand down, squeezing my ass and lifting my thong with his finger. Making a tsk sound, he said, “That’s going to change.”

I tried to turn my head, but he pushed me down on my bed.

“You can’t?—”

A slap that reverberated through my body hit my ass, and warmth spread between my legs. That I’d enjoyed the sting of his hand seemed naughty. That I was craving more seemed even naughtier. He yanked my ass back, smoothing his hand over the tender spot.

“Oh, I can, sweetheart.” He pushed my thong aside, his fingers skating through the wetness he’d caused before plunging into me. “And I will. This body is mine, which means all your sexy panties are only for me.”

“Mason—” I tried to complain, to voice how controlling that was, but he had my body too riveted by his words and his touch.

His fingers left me, and he yanked me back against his chest, pushing the strap of my bra down and cupping my breast. “How many men did you flirt with at that club, Case?”

So that was what this was about. It had nothing to do with Tyson. The controlling prick in him didn’t like that I went out when he wasn’t there.

“None,” I said.

His slap to my ass jerked me forward, and I moaned.

“How many men flirted with you, sweetheart?” He smoothed his fingers over the sting.

“I don’t remember.”

“I’d suggest you remember quickly.” Another slap sent me arching into the hand that had my breast, and he tugged at my nipple, his tongue sliding up my neck. “How many and which ones did you flirt with?”

“Three—”

Another slap burned my skin, this one slightly harder, but still just as pleasurable. Hard enough to remind me I was his. Every part of me was alive with sparks of pleasure. I was one smack away from coming and as he shoved me down, his fingers burying deep inside of me, my orgasm shredded me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I’m the only one you come for, the only one who touches you, the only one you wear sexy panties for.” His words twisted around my climax and intensified it.

He pushed my head down into the mattress, removing his fingers, the sound of his zipper merging with the sounds of my uneven breaths.

“Did you like his touch on your skin,princess?” He growled the word as his tip sat against my dampness.

“No,” I managed, my body burning with the inferno he’d lit.

Another slap jerked me forward, but he held me in place, pushing his hardness another inch into me.

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