Page 68 of Forbidden Cravings

“It was worth it. I used the metal to slice through the ropes once I lined myself up with it. It took a few tries and a few more cuts.” I lifted my wrist to show him the other wound that had long ago dried up.

He grabbed it and examined it.

“It’s fine, Mason.”

“No, it’s not. I don’t like you hurt, Case.”

I glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing the worry lines that had formed around his eyes.

“It’s part of the business, right?” I whispered.

He shook his head, his eyes holding the weight of sadness they’d carried the first night I’d seen him.

“It shouldn’t be,” he mumbled.

“But it is, and I accept that. The men in my life don’t have normal jobs, but they’re stronger than any men I know. And my man is sexier than any man I know. So, if my life comes with a few bumps and bruises, so be it.”

The melancholy lifted, that sexy smirk I loved forming. “Your man?”

“Yeah, my man. And my man better finish patching me up because he left me so wet, it’s uncomfortable.”

The smirk grew, his eyes sparkling. He pushed my head back down and finished applying the bandage to my back. Tossing the bottle and some trash to the other seat, he brushed his fingers over my back.

“That’ll do. It’s not pretty, but the rest of this body makes up for it.” He yanked my ass toward him. The sound of my panties ripping sent a flood between my legs. “Let’s not let that wet pussy wait any longer. I owe you punishment for looking this hot without me near you.”

He shoved my skirt up and before I could say anything, his hand met my ass. Warmth flushed through my body.

“Fuck,” I complained with little fight because I couldn’t deny the way it turned me on.

He smoothed the heat away before he smacked me again and wrapped his fingers in my hair. With the tug of my hair, he jerked me against his chest, the sensation dimming the brief flare of pain from my back. My body ignited, becoming an inferno that was one touch away from erupting, but he didn’t bring me the release I was craving. His hand followed the path of my body, cupping my breast as his thumb teased my nipple. I squirmed as he edged me closer to my climax.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured against my neck. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, tearing a moan from me before he dropped his hand back between my legs. With a tug to my hair that soaked me further, he sank his fingers into me. I bucked as flames blazed a path through my body.

“Mason,” I murmured, the word a cluster of broken syllables.

He pulled them back out and circled my clit, causing my entire body to shake.

“Do you want to come, Case?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck, his voice hoarse.

“Yes,” I cried as he pulled my hair harder.

“Who are these sexy panties for, sweetheart?”

“You.” He rubbed my clit, then slid his fingers through my wetness. “Only you.”

“That’s a good girl,” he said. His fingers sank between my legs, and I lost it, coming so hard my body shook in his hold. Waves of pleasure soared through me, and I clenched my thighs around his hand.

“Damn, you're beautiful when you come for me, princess.” My climax tripled in force, a cry escaping as his fingers went deeper.

His hand was now holding me by the neck, and I could feel the shake in it, his wound weakening his arm. As thelast convulsions of my orgasm pulsed through me, his fingers slipped from me, taunting my clit before he removed them.

“That’s enough punishment for today, princess.” I glanced at him to see the naughty grin he wore, and my insides quivered. That grin became more devious when he pulled my purple scarf from his pocket and pushed my head down in the seat. “It’s time for some fun,” he said, grasping my hands and loosely tying them with the scarf. The move had me so wet, my stomach flipped in anticipation, worsening when I heard his zipper, followed by the drop of his pants.

“If that was punishment, I think I’ll continue being naughty,” I said, lifting my head, which he immediately shoved back down, thrusting into me. His groan was his only response.

His hand stayed on my neck, his other holding my waist as he drove into me. “Fuck, Case, you look so sexy and feel so amazing,” he growled, his words drenching me along with the feel of him filling me with each thrust. Being bound only increased my arousal until I was right on the edge.

I didn’t care how he took me, as long as he was touching me. I needed to have his touch, his words, his body moving against and with mine. Releasing my neck, he tugged me back up against his chest, pushing my bra strap down and encasing my breast. My back flared, but the pleasure masked the pain. His fingers caressed my breast and taunted my nipple until I was so close to breaking that my body shook.

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