Page 21 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter twelve

Don't Piss Me Off

" M ason, wait..." she gasps. Tossing her head, she stiffens before arching her back on a low, breathy moan. "Mason, I don't know what I'm doing…"

I look up the expanse of her body, seeing her skin shiny with sweat, dotted with goosebumps, and trembling with need.

I indulge myself in another long, slow lick up between the lips of her sex before I pull away and crawl my way up her body.

She's panting hard, exactly like she does when she's about three or four miles into a long run.

Her breasts heave up and down rapidly; her brows are scrunched together as she stares back at me with a wary expression.

Liquid heat burns me up from the inside out as the blood pumps through my veins fast and mercilessly.

This is the point during her runs when she normally digs deep, forcing herself through the pain. I watch her carefully during these runs of hers, when she thinks she's alone. It's when she's the most vulnerable.

"Do you trust me?" I whisper, licking between the valley of her breasts.

"No," she says, her eyes flickering between mine. Her expression shows me she's dead serious, no hint of playfulness mars her features.

I give her a wicked smile, tilting my head to pull her nipple between my teeth and lashing it with my tongue. "Good girl," I murmur. "Because I taught you better than that. Didn't I? Never trust me when we're like this."

Her head falls back to the pillow and she whimpers, "Yes.

" The muscles in her arms twitch as she pulls against the rope binding her wrists to the mattress on either side of her head, and I take a second to appreciate her body.

She's got a well-defined runner's physique. Except for her hips. They’re not super narrow like runners’ are. "Especially when you're tickling me."

I press my lips to the curve of her breasts, thinking back to when her sister was kidnapped and the only thing that broke her out of her depression long enough for her to eat, cry, or show any other emotion was to tickle her. I remember those times with her fondly.

It's when we became close.

I kiss up to her collarbone, pressing my lips to the soft skin there.

"Oh sweetie," I chuckle, tilting my head down and kissing her deeply.

I stroke her tongue, nipping her lips and tugging, making them swell up and turn a deep red.

I pull away and press my body to hers, making sure every solitary inch of me is molded to this woman.

"I'm getting ready to teach you what men do to innocent women like you. I almost can't wait."

"I'm not innocent," she whispers haughtily, arching an eyebrow at me. The soft glow of the lamp next to us illuminates her just right, the light spilling across her face, her hair, her chest.

She's breathtaking.

A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth as I let another deep, knowing chuckle escape. She blushes even further, blinking up at me, unsure. I bend down and kiss her lips just once.

"Don't lie to me," I chastise her gently.

She stiffens. "I'm not lying. And anyways, how would you even know?"

My eyes narrow, and I feel my face harden. "Because I made sure of it."

Her eyes go wide as understanding shifts her features from sassiness to one of understanding as it finally hits her. "What?" she asks. "All those disappearances were because of you?"

I nod, rolling my hips against her. Jesus, she's soaking.

"I couldn't have them touching what's mine." I notch the tip of my cock in her entrance, feeling her tighten up again.

"What's yours?" Her nose scrunches up adorably, offensively.

"Yes, what's mine," I emphasize. My back and hips are burning with the effort it's taking not to sink balls deep in her, to finally claim what I've been desiring for so long.

"I belong to myself," she stresses.

I place more of my body weight onto her, tilting my head as she nervously averts her eyes and shifts her hips a little.

"Oh sweetie, you haven't belonged to yourself for a very long time.

You didn't need me to be inside you for you to belong to me.

I knew you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. "

Her eyes snap back to mine and go somehow wider in shock, but I don't soften my words or even attempt to placate and soothe her by taking them back. I never say anything I don't mean. And I meant what I just said more than anything else I've ever said in my entire life.

Her pussy clenches around the tip of my cock, showing me just how much my words affect her.

My hands fist in the sheets and I widen my knees, pushing her legs far apart.

"Keep your eyes on me." I tell her, beginning to sink inside of her.

I'm ripped violently out of my sex dream to the sound of my alarm blaring at five o'clock on the dot. Heart thumping heavily in my chest, I sit up on a curse.

"Goddammit!" Falling back to the bed, I put my hands to my face and scrub hard. "Fucckk!" I growl, the sound filling the room loudly, as does my discontent.

The alarm went off right before Mel and I got our happy ending.

Fuck, t hat's going to piss me off for the rest of the day.

It takes a second, but eventually my pounding heart goes back to normal.

I jerked off for two hours after I got home from dancing last night, suffering as my body was fucking unwilling to let me loose of the absolute manic desire it's trapped me in, and it still didn't help.

I went to bed in pain. I don't care what anyone says, it's not normal for a man to go this long without sex .

I actually think my brain is fucked up now.

It was all too much: the excitement of the money, the club, dancing with Melody the way we were, the man trying to kiss her, and then me losing my temper in front of her like I did.

And all I wanted to do was fuck her after she pressed her lips to my jaw, ran her fingers through my hair, and looked at me with so much understanding and…

Love.

She loves me. I wonder if she knows.

Sighing heavily, I sit back up, swinging my legs over the side of my platform bed and snatch my cell off the nightstand, shutting off the alarm and making sure the snooze isn't activated. I hit the button to activate the electric curtains; however, it's still dark out.

Naked, I cup my swollen cock in my hand, ignore the unmade bed, and pad straight to the bathroom where I relieve myself.

I clench my jaw at the ache in my groin as my cock simply refuses to go down. Needing to put my mind elsewhere, I turn to the monitor in the bathroom, turning it on and grab up my toothbrush as the screen flickers to life, showing me Melody's dorm room.

She's bundled up in bed. The swell of her hip makes my cock twitch, but I continue brushing my teeth, ignoring it.

I've learned a lot about control in the last few years, much to my brother Hendrix's happiness. What's his happiness, however, is soon to be Melody's detriment, because I'm going to patiently dismantle her sanity night after night when I finally am able to crawl between her legs.

My body hardens at the thought as desire races through my veins so razor sharp it's a wonder I'm not physically bleeding out my fucking lust all over the floor.

I make a rough sound in my throat, trying to get a grip over myself, because once I fall down that rabbit hole, I'm fucked. No good for the rest of the day.

Ask me how I know.

Just i magining the heaven that's her pussy sends me spiraling, and once I'm there, I won't be leaving for a while.

I mentally plan to let all my clients know I'm soon to be taking two weeks off. I need to let Lucien know as well before Melody and I wake up with a mafia hit man breaking in on our honeymoon time.

I spit and rinse my mouth, swishing mouthwash and narrowing my eyes at the screen, debating swallowing it in an attempt to get rid of my erection.

Why isn't she up yet? She's on the track at five-thirty every morning to get in a run before her classes start. Right now she should be getting in the shower. Where I can't see her.

I've never seen her naked. She undresses and dresses mostly in the dorm bathroom out of sight of her roommate, which means out of sight of me. I spit again and tell my bathroom system to call her, pulling out my shaving kit while the ringing fills the space.

Her cell lights up on the nightstand, letting me know it's close by.

Getting the materials laid out, I turn on the black tap and wet my fingers to lather my face with shaving gel and snag up my razor. After the third ring she stirs under the covers, flinging her arm out from under the blanket where she settles back to being still.

My eyes narrow as I get sent to voicemail, and I hang up and call her again. She ignored my call the night before, and I let it slide, considering.

But I won't tolerate being ignored twice in a row.

And why the fuck doesn't she have a special ringtone for me, like I have for her?

She should automatically know it's me by the tone.

My face twitches in displeasure as the phone rings and rings.

When I go to voicemail again, I call one more time before I'll contact Stephen to wake her up for me.

The razor strokes along my skin. I can't do a beard like my brother and father.

I need my face as neat and orderly as my home.

My eyes slide to the monitor, and I chuckle seeing her roommate throw a pillow across the small space to hit her in the head.

Melody slaps the nightstand a few times before snagging up her phone and dragging it under the covers.

"Hello," she answers sounding groggy.

I frown.

"Happy Birthday, Mel." I say, rinsing the razor under the warm water I bring it back to my neck and tilt my head at an angle.

I hear her yawn so hard her jaw cracks. "Thank you," she says breathlessly before going quiet.