Page 84 of Rage

Mason searches my face for a long moment before nodding.“All right.If you’re sure.But promise me you’ll take it slow?And if it gets to be too much…”

“I’ll tell you,” I finish, leaning in to kiss him softly.“I promise.”

The women that the MCs rescued have all moved on; we reunited them with their families and we got them set up with a therapist.

The media has gone crazy with the disappearance of Peterson and his family.

Police have investigated and nothing ever turned up.I want to ask what they did with the bodies but I do know the MCs invested in a funeral home years ago.

He scoots closer to me, his hand rubbing my stomach.We are both completely naked, not bothering to get dressed after a night of sex.

Mason’s hand trails lazily along my side, leaving goosebumps in its wake.The warmth of his body pressed against mine is comforting, grounding.

“You know,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear, “if you’re going back to work, we should probably celebrate your last day of freedom.”

I turn in his arms, raising an eyebrow.“Oh?And what did you have in mind?”

A wicked grin spreads across Mason’s face.“I’ve got a few ideas.”

His hand slides lower, fingers dancing along the curve of my hip.I shiver at his touch, heat pooling low in my belly.

“Care to share?”I breathe, already arching into him.

Mason’s response is to capture my lips in a searing kiss.His tongue sweeps into my mouth, stealing my breath.When we finally part, both panting, his eyes are dark with desire.

“How about I show you instead?”

In one fluid motion, Mason rolls us over, pinning me beneath his solid weight.His lips trail down my neck, scruff scraping deliciously against sensitive skin.I gasp as he finds that spot behind my ear that drives me wild.

“Mason,” I moan, fingers tangling in his hair.

He chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.“Patience, darlin’.I’m just getting started.”

His mouth continues its torturous journey south, mapping every inch of my body with lips and tongue and teeth.By the time he reaches the apex of my thighs, I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

“Please,” I whimper, beyond pride or shame.“I need you.”

Mason’s eyes lock with mine, dark and hungry.“As you wish.”

He slides his hand between my legs.I feel unnaturally wet and I look at his hand to see its covered in blood.

I gasp dramatically.“Oh my God, I started my period.”I try to scramble out of the way so I don’t ruin the bedsheets.

Mason’s hand stills for a moment, but the hunger in his eyes doesn’t diminish.If anything, it intensifies.“Is that all?”he murmurs, voice low and husky.“You think a little blood is gonna stop me from pleasuring you?”

I blink in surprise, heat flooding my cheeks.“But… the mess…”

Mason silences me with a kiss, deep and possessive.When he pulls back, his grin is downright predatory.“Darlin’, I’ve been covered in far worse.This?I love it.”

His words send a shiver through me, arousal coiling tight in my belly despite my embarrassment.Mason’s clean hand cups my face, thumb tracing my bottom lip.

“Let me take care of you,” he says.“Let me make you feel good.”

I nod, unable to form words.Mason’s smile is triumphant as he slides back down my body, settling between my thighs.

His fingers return to my heated flesh, exploring with gentle precision.I gasp as he finds my clit, sensitive and swollen.Mason works me with practiced skill, building the pleasure slowly but steadily.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire.“Let go for me.Wanna see you come apart.”

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