Page 61 of The Spare
"You know mygynecologistinformation?" I say incredulously.
His eyes narrow and he leans a little further on his hand. "There's not much I don't know about you, butterfly." Looking very pleased with himself, a devilish grin tips his mouth up, causing my heart to flutter. "So?" he asks. "What's it going to be?"
Our gazes clash, and I see he's dead intent on extracting every piece of information out of me tonight. He wants me bare for him, and I'm just now realizing that while I felt almost invisible for so long, that it was but a respite from the true him.
The wicked Mason.
The Mason who apparently won't rest until he has every piece of me, and then some.
I narrow my eyes, feeling the need to fight back. "You can try."
"Oh, butterfly." He scoffs. "I'm going to absolutely tear your beautiful cunt uptrying,"he says so smoothly that I almost wonder if I imagined it.
My breath comes back in a rush.
Mason tilts his head and arches a brow as if he's waiting for me to respond; however, my bravado fades.
I tear my eyes from his and train them onto the floor between us, mortified and turned on beyond belief. I can't believe he said it like that, but with his words, he's left me no doubt at all about his intentions with me tonight.
He's planning on taking my virginity.
"M-Mason…" I stutter, feeling myself turning bright red, feeling my panties are soaked.
His head tilts."Hm?"
I take an involuntary step back, then another and another until my heels sink into the plush rug of his bedroom. I keep my eyes down, unable to hold his eye contact any longer, and it's all I can do to keep my knees from knocking together.
I wanted this for so long that now I'm almost petrified that I have it.
I peek over at the bed, then look back to the floor digging my big toe into the carpet, suddenly hit with another dilemma. I don't know what to do with a man. I've never been with one. Sure, I've heard about it and understand it in a technical sense. Have craved it, even, because I couldn't have it.
But being within a man's presence likethis,especially one like Mason?
I'm a little bit scared.
Mason won't tolerate the space between us because he closes the distance easily, coming close enough so I feel the fabric of his pants brushing against my legs. But still, he doesn't touch me.
"So, let's try this again.I said,"Mason emphasizes, weighing every word as he speaks slowly,"did you let him take what belongs to me?"
My belly tightens viciously, as does my throat, because I can't seem to be able to form a coherent sentence to save my life. However, despite my abject nervousness, that defiance that only seems to be present regarding him rears its head.
"It doesn't belong to you," I manage to whisper, bringing my eyes up to his."It doesn't be-"
"Idareyou to finish that sentence. You said it once; I won't let you get away with saying it a second time."
My breath hitches.
Furrowing my brow, I lash out at him, my voice rising. "Give me one good reason why I should let you fuck me, Mason.One. Tell me why I should even trust you?"
His eyes flash with anger so bright I attempt to take another step back; however, I'm hindered by the bench behind me.
"Because contrary to whatever the fuck you think, you belong to me," he growls in a rough voice that sends shock waves through my being.
"I don't bel-"
"Every fucking inch of you for the last four years has belonged to me, Melody!"he interupts me, raising his voice to match mine. "Every goddamnbreathyou take is mine, woman! Every move you make is because I fought for your freedom to have these things," his eyes narrow, and a pissed off look flashes over his face, morphing quickly into a confident expression. "You want to know the truth, Melody? Your sister didn't evenwantyou to physically even go to college. She was setting up private tutoring so you wouldn't even be able to live on campus."
My lips tighten with the need to curse out that overprotective bitch.
