Page 45 of Freed By Fire
I climb onto the bed and settle in between her legs. “You need to stay away from him.”
London nods.
“I want to hear you say it,” I growl. “Noah’s father might seem harmless, but he won’t hesitate to use you against me.”
“He doesn’t have any interest in me—”
“He knows you’re mine, London,” I interrupt. “Everyone knows now. That means that they won’t hesitate to go after you just to spite me.”
London gasps when I rub my mouth against her wet center.
“Nobody else can touch you.”
London arches her back and moans. “Mason.”
My tongue darts between her wet folds, and I lick a languid path until she’s panting louder and chanting my name. I dig my nails into her skin and dig my tongue in deeper. London’s moans and whimpers reverberate inside my head, erasing every last thought until nothing else matters.
London will submit to me, one way or another, and if it means I have to fuck some sense into her, I’ll spend the next few days doing just that. Her body shakes and writhes as she rides out her high. I release my grip, lift my gaze, and look at her. She licks her lips and huffs out a breath.
Without warning, I throw her legs over my shoulders and thrust into her, causing us both to cry out. London bucks against me, and I press my forehead against hers. Over and over, I ease out and slam back into her, until we’re moving at a frantic pace.
As soon as I undo her cuffs, London rakes her nails down my back, sending waves of pain and pleasure through me.
I thrust harder, so she’s pressed between me and the headboard.
London places her head in the crook of my neck and inhales sharply.
When another orgasm washes over her, I feel her eyes on me. Slowly, I ease out of her, and she stares at me with lust-filled eyes. Then, she sits up and shifts closer. I stretch out on the bedand smirk when she throws one leg on either side of me and lowers herself.
I grip her hips and drive myself up and into her.
She throws her head back and grinds against me. “Fuck me.”
“As many times as it takes,” I say into her neck. I sink my teeth there, and she hisses, but starts moving faster. “We’ve got nowhere better to be, Kitten.”
By the time we pull apart, we’re both covered in sweat, and the pale light of the moon is glistening outside. London collapses onto the bed, curls onto her side, and falls asleep. I retrieve a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the cupboard under the bathroom sink and pour myself a drink. As I stand in the doorway watching her sleeping form, I wonder if there’s anything I could’ve done differently.
I can’t dictate London’s every move without having her hate me.
And I know she’s trying to help in her own way.
You should take the win. Things with the Harrisons are going well. A mayor wants to strike up an alliance, and your performance at the warehouse tonight probably caused some damage. You can’t win them all, Payne.
I know I should consider the day a success, but as I climb into bed with London a short while later, I also feel like I’ve dug myself out of one hole and into a pit of quicksand.
How am I supposed to know which hands will pull me out and which will shove me in deeper?
Chapter Nine
London
“Having that politician show up is a setback, but at least you got the message across.” Olivia stabs her eggs and lifts the fork to her mouth. “It didn’t go as well as I’d hoped, but we’re getting somewhere.”
“Are you sure Noah’s father didn’t see anything he shouldn’t have?”
Noah Sr. has already caused more trouble in two days than in the entire time I’ve known him.
I hate that he’s planted another seed of doubt between Mason and me, but I know it’s not entirely his fault.
