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His eyes darken. “You are sinfully fucking hot, you know that?” As I suspected he would, he rolls on top of me and drags his teeth down the back of my neck. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to be able to keep my fucking hands off you.”
“You don’t even try.”
He snorts and bites my shoulder. “Don’t think I don’t know the games you play, Mason James.” He works my boxers over my ass. “Lying on your stomach so that this ass—” He slaps it hard. “This ass that belongs to me, is on full display. Begging me to fuck it.”
He pushes himself up and straddles me so his thighs are pressed against mine. I can’t move. I feel him reaching for the lube and coating his cock, and then a warm, slick finger works its way between my ass cheeks and into my asshole. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Yeah? You love me fucking you, don’t you?”
He sinks in deeper, and I groan, pressing my face into the pillow. He leans over me and whispers in my ear, “Face out of the pillow, baby. I want to hear every dirty fucking sound you make for me.”
I do as he asks, moaning loudly when he removes his fingers and swiftly replaces them with his thick cock. Then he cups my jaw and angles my face so he can thrust his tongue into mymouth at the same time he drives his entire length inside me. He swallows my gasp but lets me up for air. Resting his body weight on mine, he fucks me into the mattress and mutters dirty, possessive words in my ear.
I’m lost to the overwhelming sensations he wrings from my body. He is everything—all-consuming. His scent surrounds me. The taste of his tongue dances on my tastebuds whenever he delves into my mouth. His skin against mine is soft velvet over the hard steel of his muscles. Pleasure races through my veins like lightning as he repeatedly hits that spot inside me.
“I love you, Mase,” he growls, and I lose it, falling over the edge with him as he fills me with his release.
“Love you too, King.” I manage to pant out the words and let him pull me into his arms, my back against his chest while his cum drips out of me. He nuzzles my neck, and I close my eyes.
Here, I feel safe. Loved.
Here—in the arms of the man I’ve loved for over half my life. The man I will go on loving for the rest of it.
Chapter
Fifty-Four
KING
Mason’s cell phone vibrates, and he grabs it from the nightstand. “It’s from Nathan. He says to turn on the news.”
I grab the remote, anxiety bubbling in my stomach at whatever it is we’re about to see. Charlie kept me updated until they executed the warrant, and I figure he’s been busy since.
I flick to CNN, and the red banner across the bottom of the screen reads
BREAKING NEWS: prominent new york banker and his wife arrested.
A reporter stands outside my parent’s house, a large red umbrella protecting her from the rain. I snort at the irony that my mother has been reduced to his wife and not a person in her own right. It’s misogynistic, and ordinarily I would hate it, but it’s oddly satisfying.
The reporter’s update is mostly speculation. She talks about human remains as if there might be more than one victim. After finding out about Cassidy, nothing would surprise me.
Mason links his fingers through mine. “You okay?”
I shake my head. Despite everything, it’s not easy seeing my parents’ heinous crimes splashed all over the five o’clock news. I grew up knowing they weren’t good people, but I never would have believed them capable of murder.
“We can handle this,” he says. “We can come up with a media strategy to make sure that you’re not hounded, and I can help you write a statement and?—”
“Baby,” I cut in. “I love that you’ve gone straight to damage control, but this isn’t work. You can switch off. There’s gonna be questions, and I’ll handle them, okay? I’m a big boy, and this isn’t your mess to fix.”
“I just want to protect you,” he says.
“I know, and I love you for it. But they’re the only people who’ve done anything wrong. We don’t need statements or damage assessments or mitigation. Only the truth.” I kiss his knuckles.
He wraps an arm around my shoulder, and we lie back and watch the rest of the news report. The photos they use of my parents are less than flattering, and I imagine my mother’s horror at learning a picture of her with gray roots that makes her appear to have a double chin is being blasted all over the national news. It doesn’t look like her at all. They must have worked hard to dig up that masterpiece.
As the report begins to repeat all the same information they’ve already revealed, my mind wanders and my emotions go to war, fighting for a turn at the wheel. But underneath all the negative ones, there’s a whole lot of something I realize I haven’t felt for a long time, and that’s hope. It feels strangely karmic to watch a report on my parents being arrested while I’m in the arms of the man they convinced me it was wrong to love. The man who is one hundred times more decent, kind, loyal, and honorable than my parents ever were. It feels like a giant fuckyou to the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally and instead made me spend over thirty years hating myself.
That chapter is well and truly over.
