Page 129 of The Young & the Sinner

My cheeks were flushed and all I could do was stare at him, trying hard not to cover my naked body with my hands.

Somehow, I felt both vulnerable and alive at the same time.

Mason’s heated gaze took in my body slowly, looking at some spots longer than others. When he honed in on my pussy, my hands twitched with the urge to hide it. But then he licked his lips, and I became more aroused.

“M-Mason?”

He pressed a finger against my lips. “Shh, baby. It’s alright. Remember what I said this is?”

“A… a reminder,” I said quietly. He smiled, and it wasn’t nice.

“Yes,” he said, grabbing both of my wrists in one hand and pulling me closer to him. “A reminder.”

He picked me up and placed me on the kitchen island effortlessly. I jumped when my bare bottom hit the cold granite.

On the counter, I was eye level with Mason for the first time. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hauled me in closer to him, moving between my legs until they were wrapped around his hips, exposing me even more than before.

He kissed me, and I couldn’t help but softened against him. To follow and let him lead. To let him control what we did and how we did it. I moaned into his mouth when he pulled my bottom lip between his lips and bit it.

Then he pulled away and both us were breathing noticeably harder, our breaths mingled in the small space between our lips.

“If you want me to stop at any time, just say ‘vegetables,’ okay? Because until you say it, I won’t. Do you understand, Olivia?” he said darkly.

Vegetables?How weird. I scrunched my nose up. “I don’t like vegetables.”

His lips twitched. “I know.”

I met his eyes and nodded. Whatever he had planned for me would be different from anything we had done before. And I knew Lorenzo’s assault was the reason he had always treated me like glass. Like I was too breakable. I didn’t want to be treated like that anymore.

“Give me your words, baby. I need to hear you tell me that you understand.”

“I understand,” I said softly.

He smiled, and I could see the change in him then. It was so instantaneous, I had a hard time seeing my Mason in this new man.

I tried to back away, but there was nowhere else to go. I was still on the kitchen island and Mason was between my legs. He moved his hand down between us and used his thumb to play with my clit. I tightened my legs around him, wanting so desperately for the release I knew he could give me.

But he wouldn’t.

At least, not yet.

We looked down at the same time, and suddenly it was getting too hard to breathe. There was just something about watching his huge thumb move in a circular motion, to the way his big hand would sometimes brush up against my opening, and to the contrast in coloring between my skin and his.

He moved his hand away then, and I almost growled. Mason shot me a small smile, and then he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down until I was lying flat, my whole front more exposed to him.

He grabbed my breasts and played with them. “I love your body, Olivia. I love your curves, your coloring, those perfect little freckles scattering in random places, and I especially love your tits.” As if to emphasize it, he squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples hard. Harder than I had ever done to myself.

“Oh, God.” I could come from this alone.

He let go of me and I opened my eyes to watched him. Mason was undoing his tie. I frowned. Was he going to get naked as well? A thrill of excitement crawled up my spine. I had never seen Mason fully naked. Glimpses of him, sure. But he was always so careful about wearing clothes in front of me. I thought it was because he didn’t want to scare me.

But when the tie came off of him, he didn’t unbutton his shirt like I thought he would. He hung the tie off one shoulder and went back to me. I saw the devil in his eyes then, and I swallowed loudly as he hooked his hand under my knees and pushed until they were touching my torso. Like this, I was sure he could see everything.

He could see how wet I was for him. Mason looked down and licked his lips. My sex clenched, and he noticed.

“So, fucking beautiful. I need a taste, baby. You’ll let me taste you, won’t you?”

I wasn’t sure if the question was rhetorical or not, but I nodded anyway. He slowly removed his hand and said, “Keep your legs up like this for me, okay?” I nodded, and he smiled, satisfied. “Good girl.”

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