Page 113 of The Young & the Sinner

There was power in giving my control to Mason. There was power in allowing myself to be the vulnerable one.

His hands moved then, from my hips up to my breasts as he weighed each one in his hands. They suddenly felt heavy and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Did he want me to touch him back?

My thoughts were shattered when he pinched my nipple with his pointer finger and thumb, and I pulled away from the kiss to look at him. His hair was messy, and his lips swollen, and there was this dirty look about him that left me in a lustful haze.

Mason never looked away from my eyes as he played with me. I thought he was looking for a sign of distress, but I was far from it.

Sometimes, I feared I wouldn’t be able to get out of my head and enjoy what I did sexually because of what happened with Lorenzo. But that wasn’t the case. When I was with Mason, I was really with Mason.

There was nothing but the sensations he was able to evoke from me.

He leaned down and took a hard nipple between his lips, and I threw my head back. My hip moved, trying to find a way to ease the ache that had taken residence in the pounding flesh between my legs, only to worsen when he used his teeth. “God, Mason. You make me crazy.”

I felt him smile against my skin, before his hand made their way down. My fingers dug into his skin when I realized just where he was headed, and he pulled away far enough to look at me as I felt his hand there for the first time.

He cupped my sex, and my fist clenched from the sensation. Then he moved his hands, his palm moving over my slit, and I wanted to shatter in his arms. It felt too good. Much better than when I touched myself.

I moved my hips along the movement, and he quickened his pace.

“Oh, Mason!”

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

He pinched my clit when I didn’t answer, and I nodded. “You feel so good. Do you want me to finger fuck you, Olivia?”

Did I?

Lorenzo did that to me, and I didn’t know how I would react when Mason did it. Would the memories of my assault be too much? Or would it be enough to erase all those nasty things Lorenzo did to me? I didn’t know.

“Please don’t enter me,” I said, and I hated how my voice cracked at the end.

Mason immediately took his hand away, the moment officially ruined. The lustful look in his eyes cleared in an instant, and he fell down on the mattress, with me cradle protectively in his arms, his chest heaving. I touched his shoulder. He felt tense.

“I’m sorry. I ruined this, didn’t I?”

He looked at me, surprise written all over his face. “What? How could you have ruined this? You didn’t do anything, baby. Just give me a moment to collect myself.”

But despite his reassuring words, I didn’t feel reassured. Annoyance and disappointment stabbed at me. I wished I didn’t feel so broken inside. Not wanting to be naked a second longer, I quickly moved away and grabbed my discarded shirt, putting it back on.

Mason watched me, but I didn’t know what that look in his eyes meant. Once I was close enough, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap.

I shifted around to get comfortable but froze when my thigh brushed up against his erection. He shot me a self-deprecating smile. “Sorry.”

I blushed and looked down to the collar of his shirt. “Don’t be.”

If I wasn’t like this, we would be on to doing something much more fun than this painful conversation I was sure were about to have…

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