Page 20 of Love Obscene
“I’ve always been locked away,” I huffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“Well, that’s about to change. You’re too pretty to be in a cage. I’m going to make sure you live.”
Watching him walk to the bed and dump the contents of his bag, I knew I’d heard that line before.
“You’re too pretty to be in a cage. I’m going to make sure you live.”
If you trusted yourself, you would have figured this out a long time ago.
“You said I didn’t know you!” I unselfconsciously began to rub my chest, something I did when I was upset. My brain was trying to click the pieces together, he was too familiar. Was this the man that saved my life?
“Katie, you don’t know me. You barely remember me. I’ve been trying to fuck some sense into you since you got here. If you remember anything at all from now on, it’s going to be my cock.”
“I don’t understand. What does that even mean?”
“We can talk about it later; I need you to get ready for dinner.”
“You say that a lot, Mason. I think you’re full of shit.” I regretted the words as soon as I said them. The change in his demeanor was instant.
It was beyond frustrating not knowing how to deal with him. He was changing everything; he was changing me so rapidly, in such a short window of time, it was morally terrifying.
“I may be a lot of things, but a liar has never been one of them, and full ofshitis another.”
His green eyes narrowed, pinning me to the wall. When he began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, I looked around for some type of escape route.
I took one small step to the right, and that was as far as I got. He moved too quick for me to move much further, crushing me between him and the plaster. I stared up at him, my breath coming in little spurts.
Beg him to hurt you. You know it’s what you want.
Swallowing, I was almost prepared to listen and do just that, but Mason did it himself without me having to say a word.
“You test my patience to the limit. If you were anyone else, you’d be dead.” He grabbed my jaw, gripping it so hard it popped. Something that sounded between a grunt and a squeal got caught in my throat.
He crushed his mouth to mine, squeezing harder when I clamped down. Whimpering, I parted my lips, feeling his tongue skate across the roof of my mouth and intertwine with mine. The minty cinnamon flavor I loved teased my taste buds.
I loathed this new, constant ache between my thighs. And the fantasies in my mind where he overpowered me and made me do degrading things that made me cry. All the while, I silently begged him not to stop.
As he held me against the wall, it was like a switch flipped in my brain, and someone else took over. I bit down on his tongue, causing him to grunt and jerk away. When I attempted to shove him, he caught my wrists, pinning them to the wall by my sides.
He stole what air there was between us, chuckling softly into my hairline. After pressing a kiss to my forehead, he slightly pulled back to look at me.
“You like this,” he murmured.
Licking my lips, I tried to look away, feeling my face flame. I couldn’t admit the truth to myself or him. The voice in my head urged me to give in. Sometimes, I wished I could be more like that Katie. She spoke her mind and would have told him how I felt.
He let go of my wrists, bringing his hands up to cup my face.
“Give me permission to fuck and abuse you.” His voice was back to being gentle, just like his touch. I wanted this moment between us to never end. Why did the good things have to come with the bad?
Say yes.
“Okay.” Slowly nodding, I furrowed my brows in confusion when he stepped away. Embarrassment made me want to sink through the floor. What was I even doing?
Before I could think too hard about it, he was leaning back down to brush his lips across my cheek.
“After dinner. There’s something I need to show you.”
When he stepped back again, I saw the dark look in his eyes. I heard the promise in his tone. Part of me was excited; the other was mortified at what I had just done.
