Page 69 of The Boy I Loved (Eternal Hell #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

HAZEL

Dominic warned me about missing training, but how could I force myself to go after what happened?

The thought of walking into that room again so soon after Stacy had been brutalized made me feel sick to my stomach.

She might not have been a good friend to me, or really even a friend in general, but she didn’t deserve that.

Why did they get to choose who lived or died? What gave them the fucking right?

There was a persistent knot in my throat, one that made it difficult to swallow through. My nerves were fried, shooting waves and waves of anxiety through my system.

If they wanted to punish me for missing training, it didn’t matter. We were all doomed anyway. Stacy’s death was proof enough of that. As was Emerson’s, and Nia’s. The three of them hadn’t done a damn thing wrong and still, they were killed.

The door to my room creaked open, slicing through my warring thoughts. My body was turned away from the intruder, so I couldn’t see who chose to interrupt me, but I doubted it was anyone good. I’d gone to training last night, and that was a shit show, but I’d missed the session that morning .

When the door closed again, my pulse warmed, pumping blood through my body at a faster pace.

It wasn’t until I felt the bed dip behind me that I rolled onto my back, my surprised gaze finding Mason’s.

“Hey.” He grinned in that charming way he usually did. “I told you we had a date today.”

My stomach dropped instantly at the implication. I moved to sit up, but he was on me immediately, pushing his hands to pin my shoulders down into the mattress.

“Now, Now.” He breathed, throwing one leg over my body to straddle me. “If you don’t get this right, we’ll have to do it again. You don’t want that, do you?” He arched an eyebrow, his blue eyes glittering with mirth.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, defeat washing over me.

There was nothing I could do. I was as hopeless as I’d been with Tristan, except …

there was something else there too—something I refused to dwell on.

Mason didn’t make me feel that way, which scared me even more.

It had been easy to assume that it was just my body’s biological reaction to being touched.

But with Mason pinning me down, pressing his crotch against mine, all I felt was helplessness.

Reaching up, he smoothed my hair out of my face, running the pads of his fingers down the edge of my jaw. “That’s better.” He smirked. “Now … I want you to fuck me like you fucked Tristan. If you make this good, I’ll do you a solid and tell Clay you don’t need anymore training.”

Acid rose to the back of my throat. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened this week, but the thought of fucking him repulsed me.

You chose him.

I gritted my teeth, annoyed with myself by that fact.

Mason eased his weight off my shoulders, sitting upright. He dropped his hands to the hem of my shirt and slowly worked it up my body and over my chest. The air grazed my nipples instantly, hardening them.

“No bra?” He arched an eyebrow as if I’d chosen not to wear a bra for him.

Before I could respond, the tip of his finger was flicking over my nipple, sending a shock of electricity down my spine. I bucked under him in surprise, my eyes widening.

Maybe it was a biological reaction after all.

He ground down against me, pressing his hard erection into my groin. I squirmed uncomfortably beneath him, balling my hands into fists at my sides. If he noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he tugged my shirt the rest of the way off me and tossed it to the side.

“You do have some really nice tits,” he praised, lowering his head and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

His tongue flicked over it repeatedly, stimulating my arousal by force.

My breathing started to labor, desire trickling through my veins the more he licked and sucked. “That’s it,” he encouraged.

“Stop,” I begged weakly. “Please.”

He didn’t respond, only ground down harder against me and returned his mouth to my breast. His hands ran up my sides, eliciting a series of goosebumps.

Once he was done, he turned his attention to my other breast and repeated the same thing.

I could feel my resolve cracking by the second.

Especially when he started kissing his way down my stomach, scooting down farther and farther the lower he got.

When he reached the waistband of my skirt, he paused, glancing up at me with heated eyes.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy?” he asked boldly as if I’d ever ask him of all people to do that for me.

I shook my head profusely, but that only made him chuckle in response.

He wedged my thighs apart and flipped my skirt over my hips.

When he saw the flimsy piece of fabric I’d been forced to wear under my clothes, he frowned at it.

He wasted no time, taking the string of the thong in his hand and pulled until it ripped.

He repeated the action with the other side and then pushed it out of the way.

A cool gust of air settled over my pussy, causing my thighs to tighten as a result.

“Mason—” I began, ready to beg him not to again, like it would actually make a difference.

These guys took what they wanted by any means necessary. They didn’t care whether we wanted it or not. But before I could get the rest of my sentence out, his mouth was on me. His tongue slid over my clit with expert precision, and I gasped out in surprise.

A low moan rumbled through his chest as he tasted me, his tongue plunging into my hole. I bit my lip, reaching out to push him away, but my hands ended up threaded through his hair instead.

Tears blurred my vision. I was torn between wanting him to keep going because it felt nice or shoving him off me and punching him in the face, consequences be damned. My back arched as he wrapped his entire mouth around me, stars bursting behind my eyes.

When he deemed me wet enough, he worked on unfastening his jeans, still keeping his mouth on me until he had to pull away to remove them completely.

Once he was naked from the waist down, because they rarely took all of their clothes off, he climbed on top of me. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, fear and defeat coursing through me.

I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying until he swiped a stray tear from my face with the flick of his finger, not seeming that fazed by it.

“Please,” I begged again, trying to appeal to the humanity that had to still be there somewhere.

But all he did was line himself up with me and thrust inside. My breath stuttered out, his cock burning its way through me. He groaned instantly, burying his nose into the crook of my neck, his hot breath feathering over the sensitive skin there .

I didn’t have the energy to fight him off, not like I did with Tristan.

My entire body was weak with despair. My hands fell to my sides, my gaze drifting toward the ceiling as he rolled his hips and pounded into me again.

My body jostled beneath his, pleasure coiling tightly within my stomach, but still, I didn’t react.

Mason didn’t seem to mind. He kept going at a fast and brutal pace, the bed rocking while he fucked me against my will.

His grunts echoed throughout the room, sweat already forming along his hairline.

Hopefully my inactivity wouldn’t get me another session with him.

This was more than just being assaulted.

They wanted me to do porn, and porn stars reacted.

But I couldn’t bring myself to. All I could think about was how Dom fucked Stacy on that couch and then killed her.

Pain slashed through my cheek, forcing my attention back to the man hovering above me.

He slapped me.

“You zoned out for a minute there,” he panted, not bothering to slow his pace.

My throat tightened as I swallowed, my gaze pinned on his features. He was extremely good looking, and if he hadn’t been such a horrible person, maybe I’d be more into him. I was still sore from being with Tristan at the end of last week, which made my discomfort that much more prominent.

Mason braced himself on his forearms, using his hips to pound into me again and again.

He wasn’t as ruthless in his assault as Tristan was, but he was more precise with every stroke.

Pleasure swam within my abdomen, building and building until I was on the brink of exploding.

The room was filled with my whimpers, his grunts, and our heavy breathing.

“That’s it,” he praised again. “Relax that pussy for me.”

Shame warred with the arousal I felt, making for a confusing combination. His ministrations slowed, his blue eyes alight with desire as he peered into my own. I knew he was close; I could feel it in the way his body tensed, and his breathing deepened.

“Don’t cum in me, please,” I begged.

He scoffed in response. “I’m not fertile.”

That was news to me, and could also be a lie, but he had no reason to lie to me. It wasn’t like I could stop him if he truly wanted to do it.

Another groan rumbled through his chest and spilled from his lips.

His body finally stilled, shaking as he released inside of me, filling me with his warm cum.

I tried to fight the grimace, but it was no use.

I was too weak to fight much of anything these days.

He collapsed on top of me, his heaving chest pushing into mine as he worked to regulate his oxygen.

Once he’d calmed down enough, he rolled off of me and then made his way off the bed altogether. He scooped up my shirt and fucking used it to wipe his dick with it before he tossed it at me.

I flinched away from the fabric, my lip curling in disgust. Who the fuck did he think he was?

“Thanks for the fuck.” He smirked, snatching his boxers off the floor and tugging them up. “I’d give it a B minus. It was like fucking a doll. Maybe next time you’ll actually try.” He put his jeans on next and then his shoes.