Page 101 of Sins & Secrets

I break the kiss before he’s finished with me, but he only pushes harder into me, wanting more and letting me know exactly what he needs.

I turn away from him, shame filling every piece of me. Ashamed to be kissing him. Ashamed that Iwantto kiss him.

“Is that how you want it, Jules?” he asks and his deep voice comes out rough as I look into his eyes. The passion is still there. The desire that ignites mine stares back at me.

“You want to hate me.” He brings his lips to my ear, making a burning ache flow down every inch of my skin. “Try hating me while you cum on my dick, sweetheart,” he tells me and I know I’m done for. My head falls back, hitting the wall as his hands trail over my sides, slowly making their way down my curves.

He rakes his teeth down my collarbone, the sensation directly linked to both my sensitive nipples and needy clit. I’m desperate for more. Aching for him to take me and own my body like I know only he can. His teeth sink into the crook of my neck as his hands pin my hips down, holding me in place as I cry out in sheer frustration.

His large body towers over me, the heat from his body suffocating me as his hard erection digs into my lower belly.

“Fight me, Jules,” he says, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck and twisting it around his wrist. “Fight me like you want to.”

I slap him, his rough stubble scraping against my hand. A low growl rumbles up his chest; it’s just as filthy and perverted as I feel, keenly aware of how much he turns me on. I press both of my hands against his chest, a weak and helpless attempt at pushing him away and he just chuckles at me, his gray eyes flickering to life with a heat I’ve missed. Nothing but wanting moans escape my lips.

He grabs the nape of my neck, forcing my head to tilt and claiming a cry from me as he steals a kiss along my jaw. I shove my weight forward, attempting to push him away with more vigor, but he merely uses my attempt to push and twist me down onto the bed.

My belly presses against the mattress, my back arching as he stands behind me, leaning against me and pinning me down as his fingertips slide up my outer thighs.

My heart squeezes too tightly without being able to see him and feel him. I don’t know why, but I don’t want this, not like this.

“Mason,” I call out for him, and his name is nothing more than a plea with the frantic need I feel.

He instantly braces his forearms around me, no longer touching me and no longer pinning me to the bed. He breathes heavily, panting as I turn slowly, still caged under him. It’s an awkward way to lie, with my bottom barely on the edge of the bed.

His eyes are closed, shut tight and his plump lips parted as I lie beneath him. A caged animal, hurt and tortured and needing a way out is all I see. “Mason,” I whisper his name and he opens his eyes.

I gently press my lips to his, taking a sweet kiss before nipping his bottom lip. I brush the tip of my nose against his, and the spark ignites again. He attempts a soft kiss, but it quickly turns into something else. Something primal and filled with lust.

He kisses down my neck, over the small bite marks still red on my skin and aching for attention. He strips my underwear from me and kicks off his own as we slowly climb deeper into the bed. Slowly parting from our clothes and the worries that wait beyond the heavy sheets.

I don’t stop whispering his name, I don’t stop pushing and pulling against him until he slams into me, filling me and stretching my walls in one swift thrust. My back arches, and a silent scream rips up my throat.

The pleasure he gives me is unmatched, indescribable and something only for us. It’s sinful and wrong, but it feels like heaven.

A strangled moan is torn from me and he almost stops when I push against his cheek yet again. I can see the hesitation, the worry in his eyes. I arch my neck and rock my hips, letting him know that I’m his. That I want this and him just the same. My head thrashes from side to side as my throbbing clit brushes against his rough pubic hair as he stills deep inside of me, buried to the hilt and hovering over me, watching my expression. “More,” I whimper, desperate for whatever he will give me. I’m deprived without his touch. He should know that; he’s done this to me.

Crashing his lips against mine, he moves his hand to my hip, positioning me how he wants me and tilting my ass up just slightly so he can thrust deeper into me. He slams himself harder and deeper into me, unrelenting and unmerciful. “Fuck,” I moan, and he’s quick to echo my pleasure.

From him, it’s a groan of awe filled with gratitude and devotion, fueling him to push me farther and farther as he races for his release. He whispers the word over and over in the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending chills over my body.

From me, it’s a strangled cry as my nails scratch down his back and my body pleads for more and also to run from the intensity. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain, a cocktail strong enough to kill me and I don’t know which one it will be that finally brings me to my death.

MASON

It’s difficult to confront a person when they have a restraining order against you. Regardless, I consider driving by Liam’s house, knocking on the door and beating the fucking piss out of him all over again. A week has passed, and not a damn thing has changed. The air is stagnant and I don’t know what to do but I won’t sit and wait for the next onslaught.

The once sought-afterdeveloper and bachelor has taken a fall.

The excerptof the news article lays above my mug shot. At least I knew it was coming; the journalist was decent enough to give me a heads-up. Evan could only do so much to hold me back from Liam, but he worked as much magic as he could with the press.

It’s only a mug shot. No charges pressed and nothing on my record, but the city has a way of talking. The most shocking thing in the article is the information concerning Liam. Apparently he has a criminal record from college for assault and battery, and attempts at much worse. Divorce papers have alreadybeen signed between him and his now ex-wife, and the article compares that to the supposed breakup between Jules and myself.

I’m not sure what all is true concerning Liam. I’m grateful the spotlight is on him in the article. The article got my father and Jules all worked up … I can only imagine how they’d react if they knew about the letter that arrived today too.

The paperin my hands rustles in the quiet office as I read it again.

I wasmad at you for what you did, and I’m sorry.

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