“Look, I’m just going to—”
Running his arms along his desk, he swiped everything off the top before I could even finish my sentence.
I watched as his laptop and school papers fell to the floor in a heap. Shock and fear had taken over and my ‘fight or flight’ instinct kicked in as he stalked toward me with an expression I couldn’t even explain.
Turning toward the doorway, I quickly ran for it and reached for the knob, not remembering he’d locked the door.
I frantically tried to unlock it, but arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me away.
“Shhhhh,” he whispered in my ear as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Let me go or I’m going to scream, asshole,” I managed to say confidently through my shaky voice.
He let me go and I immediately turned around and glared at him. “What the fuck is your problem?” A tear fell free from my eye and I lifted a hand to wipe it away.
I should’ve turned around and walked right out that door, but I couldn’t. I didn’t understand why I felt I needed to stay, but I did, even though I had a ball of fury brewing in my stomach.
Lifting a hand, he rubbed at his temple before running his hand over his eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said as he looked at me with concern, taking a step toward me. I took a step back, still not sure of his stability, and he held his hands up to me. “I’m not going to hurt you, Emma. I would never hurt you.” He walked closer to me and I stayed where I was, both staring into each other’s eyes.
My heart raced as we stood like that, not moving. He just looked down at me and studied my face. It felt overly intimate to openly stare at him, to get a look at every flaw.
Maybe that was what he was doing. Maybe he wanted me to get a good look at him. And although the whole encounter felt weird and out of place, I got to see more of him in that moment than he’d probably showed anyone else.
Lifting a hand once again, he caressed my cheek and rubbed his thumb under my eye to wipe what was left of my tears. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, not being able to resist his touch on my skin. I didn’t want to have that reaction to him, but it was like he trapped me under a spell. I was entranced by him every time.
I opened my eyes to see him leaning toward me and I gasped in surprise as his lips connected with mine. I hadn’t been expecting him to kiss me, but unbeknownst to the reasonable side of my brain, I let him explore my mouth with his. I moaned as his tongue slowly caressed mine and leaned into him as one of his hands moved from my face to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. His kiss became urgent, fast and hard and I lifted my hands and placed them on his chest. I could feel how fast his heart was pounding, which probably matched my own.
My need for him was almost unbearable, the ache between my legs making its presence known as it pulsated, begging to be touched. I should’ve pulled away from him and walked out after the night we’d had only three days earlier, but I was no longer in control. His hands drifted down my shoulders, to my waist, and settled on my ass. He gave me a hard squeeze then lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist, never breaking our kiss.
I dropped my bag and draped my arms around his neck, resisting the urge to grind myself on him as he turned and walked toward his desk. I knew what was going to happen and although I knew it was wrong, that any minute we could get caught, I didn’t care. All I wanted in that moment was him. All I wanted was for him to make me feel, to bring me up so high I wouldn’t be afraid to fall.
Setting me down on the desk, he pulled away from my swollen lips and looked into my eyes. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” he admitted as he brushed hair away from my face. “I told you I was bad for you and I meant it. And the truth is you’re not good for me either, but I’m not going to be able to stay away, Emma.” He leaned down to trail kisses from my chin to my earlobe. “Tell me now if you don’t want this,” he whispered into my ear. “Because once my cock enters that sweet cunt of yours, it won’t be anyone else’s to claim.” He nipped at my earlobe and pulled away to look at me. I was panting with arousal, but after his little speech, the only thing going through my mind was him rushing me out of his house the other night.
“Don’t treat me like a whore, Mason,” I demanded as I stared into his eyes, making sure he knew I meant every word I was about to speak. “I’m not some woman you picked up off the street. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want this, because even though deep down I know it’s a bad idea, I still want it. But if you ever treat me the way you did the other night, this ‘cunt’, as you say, will be someone else’s to claim.”