Shelby - Mandy Harbin Page 0,61

tried swallowing it down as she stepped closer. “I don’t know how to wrap my head around—” She shook her head, trying to find words. She couldn’t tell him anything, not really. It didn’t matter that she was in love with him. They couldn’t be together under these circumstances. They’d been doomed from the start.

“You’re just infatuated with me because I’m your first Dom. It’s natural to bond—”

Oh, she didn’t want to hear any more of this placating B.S. She stormed closer, all other obstacles between them forgotten. “Don’t you dare tell me how I feel, Mason. I mean Master.”

He blinked at her, obviously stunned at her outburst, but then he shot to his feet, a new storm brewing in his gaze.

“What? We’re not screwing right now. I can call you whatever the hell I want. If you’re going to be a jackass, I’m going to call you out on it. So, tell me, are you going to tuck tail and hide behind your own goddamn insecurities for saying your name? Because it looks like you’re about fucking to do that. But what the hell does it even matter if you’re kicking me out anyway?”

In the back of her mind, a part of her was screaming out a warning that even if this man wasn’t a murderer, he could still be dangerous, and she shouldn’t provoke him. She really had no idea what he was capable of, but she was too consumed with the barrage of emotions coursing through her.

“Shelby,” he growled, and came closer. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“How about the truth, Mason.” It was now or never. Only seconds ago, she’d considered fleeing, and now she was confronting him instead. If she didn’t do it now, she may never get another chance. This was the moment she’d waited for…and one she’d slowly come to dread.

His eyes flashed right before he yanked her to him and she gasped at his sudden movement. “You want the truth? You can fucking have it.” He crushed his mouth onto hers, and she tried pushing him away as she squirmed closer. She wanted him, but she knew she shouldn’t. He was kissing her like a man starved, and what little battle she put up waned at his dominating seduction. This was crazy.

This was need. A desire so deep she didn’t know how to control it. Not in this moment. Maybe never.

Her back slammed against a wall, and she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.

“Hands above your head,” he barked.

She immediately obeyed.

The few buttons she’d fastened flew to the floor when he ripped open the shirt she had on. He pushed in closer, panting into her ear.

“You…only you can do this to me.” He shoved at his shorts while her body shook with anticipation. He’d just told her he couldn’t do this, but now neither of them could get close enough to the other fast enough.

He pushed into her without hesitation and fucked her hard, nothing like the tender loving he’d shown her last night. He was punishing her, punishing himself, and she loved every second of if.

“Mason,” she breathed, and once she said it, she couldn’t stop. She chanted his name over and over as he plowed into her. The freedom to say it during the height of pleasure too good to verbalize anything else. As if she even could.

“God, baby. You feel so good.”

She locked her legs tighter around him and met his powerful thrusts as best she could. It was frenzied, and she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to last, and she wanted him owning her, owning this thing between them. He couldn’t say the words, but his body was screaming them at her. He couldn’t deny he felt something, and she knew it. If not before, she did now.

Her climax caught her off guard, her back bowing as she screamed.

He roared, not slowing as he joined her. Uninhibited.

Unprotected.

Oh no.

She was on birth control, so that wasn’t the issue. And because of Mason’s lifestyle and the possibility that they would have sex, the FBI had secured his medical records. She knew that even though it had been careless, she was still safe.

Yet, that didn’t matter. Letting him come inside was giving him another part of her soul. She’d never had unprotected sex before. Ever.

“Shit,” he breathed, and she figured he’d realized this little tidbit, too. “I’m sorry. I never lose control.”

He stiffened against her before he eased her to her feet. No, she figured he didn’t like losing