Page 24 of Love Corrupted
“I’m not ever going to leave you, Mason.” I squeezed him as hard as I could, willing him to hold me back. I knew he was confused, probably thought I was trying to get one over on him—none of that was true.
I learned early on I’d need to play his game if I ever wanted to get anywhere; we just had different reasons for what we were doing.
Chapter Eighteen
I kissed his dimpled cheek and dropped my head to his sweaty chest, keeping our hands intertwined.
“I don’t know if I want to punish you for toying with me, or fuck you again for pulling it off.” He massaged my scalp with his free hand, comfortably leaving me sprawled out on top of him.
“Both,” I yawned, laughing when he slapped my ass.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that laugh, seeing your smile.” He kissed my head, unwinding our hands to lift me away from his flaccid cock.
“Does that mean you won’t make me cry anymore?”
“I’m always going to make you cry. Your tears make my dick hard.”
What a typical Mason thing to say. Shaking my head, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.
“How long are you going to gloat?” he grumbled like a little kid.
“How long are you going to pout?” I asked back, smiling to let him know I was joking. I didn’t know what would make him snap or what wouldn’t, but I was learning. I’d keep learning.
“Who was the driver of the blue car?” I looked over at him, waiting to see if he would spin me another riddle or not.
“Declan,” he openly confessed, giving me a boyish grin. “I didn’t trust your mother—Glenda—not to hurt you, so I sent him to keep an eye on you.”
I would definitely be discussing how creepy that was once I saw him again, and telling him I didn’t appreciate almost being run over.
The change in Mason was almost mind boggling. I knew he could be gentle, and I knew he made my heart break and smile within seconds of the other, but I didn’t know he’d be this relaxed.
Was he that worried about me trying to leave him? Rejecting him?
He was the only thing I ever had that was good—the only thing I could call mine. But if we were ever going to get anywhere, I needed to know everything.
“The house in the woods was Annie’s,” he added after a minute.
I had already assumed that. I fully believed Mason wouldn’t touch another woman, hadn’t touched another woman, since being with me.
“Can you take me to her?” Just like that, I saw his walls going back up. The usual coldness I was used try and make its return.
“Mase,” I used his new nickname, “I need to see her.”
He was silent for a few minutes before finally agreeing.
He was nervous about this.
No matter what I said, he had already decided in his mind that I would hate him for whatever he had done to her.
How bad could it be?
“She was never in the corridor,” I noted as he led me in the opposite direction.
“No, she wasn’t. I set you up to fail.”
“Mason, you’re such a romantic,” I deadpanned. I think I actually preferred his twisted truths to his brutal upfront honesty.
“I’ll never be romantic, but I’ll always make you come. That has to count for something.”
