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The first time I saw the girl I loved naked should’ve been tender and sweet. Where I could take my time and worship every part of her body. But Harper wasn’t the girl I loved. She was the person that killed her. A part of me knew that the second I looked over there, the last tiny spark of that innocent little boy would die.
Harper shuffled across the room to pull open a drawer, and I still couldn’t make myself look at her. That didn’t mean I was going to let her cover herself.
“Don’t even think about it.”
She whimpered and I could picture her shuffling back into the corner. “B-but, I’m…”
“Naked?” I finished for her.
Did I say anything when she didn’t respond? No. Why should I make this shit easy for her? It sure as hell wasn’t for me. So I stayed exactly where I was, letting silence fill the room. Until I heard the rustle of fabric.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting dressed,” Harper bit back.
Who the fuck did she think she was?
“Did I say you could get dressed?”
“I don’t care.”
Did she just fucking talk back to me? Oh hell no.
I shot up and froze.
Harper was across the room next to the dresser, bent over as she slipped her leg into a pair of white panties.
Fuck me, that’s a nice ass.
I couldn’t stop staring at the firm little globes pointed in my direction. My dick jumped as my gaze raked up, over the curve of her hip, then back down to her now panty-clad ass and slender legs.
Then she stood up, causing her long ruby hair to sweep across the middle of her back, and suddenly all I could think about was biting into that tender flesh. That flawless complexion was begging to be marked.
How red would her ass get if I put her over my knee?
That thought fled my mind the second Harper reached out and grabbed a shirt out of the open drawer. I was up and across the room with my fingers curling around the back of her neck before she could pull the fabric over her head.
“What the fuck did I just tell you?” I snarled while ripping the shirt out of her hand.
The whimper that escaped her lips was one of the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. The sweet sad sound shot down my chest and into my cock. But this wasn’t about that. So, for now, I’d settle for the way her pulse fluttered under my fingers when I tightened my grip and slammed her face first into the wall.
“Mason…”
“Shut up,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
I needed a minute to regain control and her voice wasn’t helping any. Then again, neither was the sweet scent filling my nostrils. Why the fuck did she have to smell so good?
“Mason,” Harper lifted her chin and peeked over her shoulder. “Please don’t do this.”
She picked a fine time to grow a backbone.
I tipped my head and looked deep in those big doe eyes. That glint of terror was still there, but this time it was different. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was more afraid of what I’d find out than she was of me – which pissed me off. I should be the only monster in her life.
“What don’t you want me to see, Freckles?”
My question caused her eyes to go wide.
Bingo.
