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I wet my lips and begin driving into her in a steady, drugging rhythm that has both of us under some sort of fucking spell in no time.

Her fingers thread into my hair, tugging a bit. “Kiss me. Why won’t you kiss me?”

I stare down into her eyes. Because I fucking know what will happen.

But I do it anyway. I crush my lips to hers, a great sigh releasing from me as I stroke into her mouth. With every twist and curl of her tongue, she pulls me deeper and deeper, coaxing me into a playful duel that turns hot and sexy in no time flat.

I’m on fire, explosions going off at every nerve ending of my body. I’m burning up from the inside out for this girl. Her wicked, devilish kisses have pushed me straight over the edge.

I gather her closer, licking into her mouth with wild abandon, as I thrust my cock into her body. With both of us gasping for air, I stop to nip at her lips, and stare directly into her eyes. I feel more connected to her than I have to anyone in my life. When I’m with her, all the things that hurt me, they fade to the background. I don’t feel them—the sorrow, the pain, the loneliness. All I know is her, and how she makes me feel alive again.

I’m weak for her.

It’s a problem.

THIRTY-EIGHT

LENNON

Mason pullsout of me without a word, but before I have a chance to even process the loss of fullness, he has me flipped over and on all fours. I feel the nudge of his cock between the lips of my pussy as he pushes his long, hard length back into my slick heat. I don’t understand the abrupt change in position, but I tilt my hips, bowing my back to give him a better angle of entry. His dick hits me just right, and I moan long and low. The way he’s leisurely thrusting into me is good—but he needs more. And so do I.

“Go ahead. Fuck me.” I toss my hair over my shoulder as I angle my head back. Those dark sinful eyes of his spark with untold lust, his fingers automatically digging into my hips where he’s holding me.

He doesn’t hesitate, he rears back and slams himself into me. I let out a throaty yelp. “Keep going.” And after I give him that permission, he goes to town, snapping his hips against my ass with every pistoned thrust. It feels so good. It reminds me that I survived today. I’m alive. There’s something different inside him that has reached out and tethered me to his damaged heart and his cracked soul. His crazy calms me because it shows me that for everything I’ve been through, there’s someone else out there who might have a fucking clue.

Mason draws me up against his body, my back pressed tightly to his front. His dick is now at the perfect angle, dragging over my G-spot with every movement. He strokes his fingers over my clit, sending me half out of my mind with desire. He sucks on the side of my neck, his tongue flicking over the delicate skin. “Yessss,” I moan. “Yes, Mase.”

He must take that as a plea for more because he doesn’t hold back, he thrusts over and over inside me while molding my body to his, one rough hand roaming over every inch of my torso as the other continues to work my clit with a vengeance. Tension coils in my belly, making it apparent that the orgasm building is going to be the likes of which I’ve never felt before.

A few moments later, both of us sneak right up to the edge of the chasm and begin the free-falling descent over the edge. “Fuck, Kin,fuuuck,”Mason rasps in my ear.

I feel him jerk to a stop, but then on an agonized moan, he nudges deeper and deeper inside of me. I can imagine his cum shooting out of him, decorating my insides. Unable to control the words that tumble from my lips, I moan out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He continues to stroke his thick cock inside me, and he rubs my clit with renewed vigor. It’s not a minute later that the orgasm crashes through my system. “Mase!” My first shout echoes through the rafters, then I can’t seem to stop the tirade of curses that spill from me. “Oh, fuck. Oh, hell. Oh fuck,yes.”My pussy clenches down hard on his cock as it pulses with my release.

I’m on some sort of post-orgasmic cloud, dull throbs intermittently reminding me of what Mason and I just did. We breathe together for several seconds until he slowly pulls out, and we drop to the mattress. I can’t resist curling up beside him and resting my head on his bicep. We’re quiet. Too quiet. I can tell he’s not sleeping. Does he know I’m still awake? From here, I have the perfect view of so many sketches of his mother, and my mind is going a mile a minute. Finally, I gather all my courage and ask, “Mase, will you tell me about her?”

His eyes follow the direction mine have taken to the portrait sketches hanging on the wall. I don’t dare look at him. I’m nervous to rock the boat when I feel so damn good I could cry. Slowly, he shakes his head. “No. That’s all you get of me, Lennon. I don’t own enough of myself to share it with anyone else.” At this angle, the twitching of his jaw is very apparent. I think he’s done, but then he continues. “I don’t want to infect you with the darkness that lives inside me.”

Disappointment and devastation are twin emotions riding on my shoulders. I hear him. I understand to a certain degree how he might think the way he does, but I don’t have to like it. I murmur, “You don’t know what I can handle, Mason. But I do.” I untangle myself from him, pushing to a seated position so I can look into his eyes.

He reaches for me, but I pull away, scrambling from the mattress and stopping only to pick up my shirt and underwear. I clutch them to me and begin to back away, very aware that his dark eyes are on me while his cum is sliding down my inner thighs. “I thought we really had something.”

“Lennon, it’s not that I don’t like you… I just can’t. Not with you.”

My face feels hot, but the rest of me is cold all over. I’m more frustrated than I’ve ever been. “I’m trying to tell you I can handle every twisted up, shattered fragment of you. What do I have to do to make you understand?”

He leaps from the mattress, stalking toward me. My eyes widen at the sudden fury on his handsome face.

Switch. Fucking. Flipped.

He stands before me, his face mere inches from mine, as his chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. Suddenly, his hand is around my neck, and he tugs me forward, bringing his forehead to mine. His fingers dig into the delicate curve of my neck so hard they’ll leave me with more bruises. A blend of lust and madness fills his wild eyes, a crazed desperation that warns me:Run.But I won’t. I told him I wanted all his broken pieces, and now he’s trying to scare me away.

“You don’t get it,” he growls. “Loving me is a curse, Kintsukuroi.” His grip tightens, crushing my windpipe, but I do all I can to keep fighting the desperate battle that’s waging in his head. He makes me retreat until my back hits the metal railing that runs the length of the staircase. My body curves into his chest. Fear spikes in the base of my throat, shallowing my breathing.

“Stop. Pushing. Me. Away,” I choke out with a stuttered protest.

“I can’t do that.” His words pierce through me with sharp precision. “I fuckin’ killed her.” Rage courses through him, rattling the hand that’s clutched around my neck. “Me, Lennon. I pushed my mother off a balcony.”

My eyes widen as shock reverberates through my core, chilling every inch of my skin. I pull at his choke hold, but it does no good. He’s out of his mind. “Mase. You’re hurting me. Mase.” There is no sign of the beautifully broken man I’ve come to understand, instead his demons have come out to play.

“You shouldn’t have clawed your way into my heart, Kintsukuroi.” His dark eyes bore into mine as he gasps out, “Now you’ll be next.”

TO BE CONTINUED…