Page 32 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

I peek over at the bed, then look back to the floor digging my big toe into the carpet, suddenly hit with another dilemma.

I don't know what to do with a man. I've never been with one.

Sure, I've heard about it and understand it in a technical sense.

Have craved it, even, because I couldn't have it.

But being within a man's presence like this, especially one like Mason?

I'm a little bit scared.

Mason won't tolerate the space between us because he closes the distance easily, coming close enough so I feel the fabric of his pants brushing against my legs. But still, he doesn't touch me.

"So, let's try this again. I said," Mason emphasizes, weighing every word as he speaks slowly, "did you let him take what belongs to me?"

My belly tightens viciously, as does my throat, because I can't seem to be able to form a coherent sentence to save my life. However, despite my abject nervousness, that defiance that only seems to be present regarding him rears its head.

"It doesn't belong to you," I manage to whisper, bringing my eyes up to his. "It doesn't be-"

"I dare you to finish that sentence. You said it once; I won't let you get away with saying it a second time. "

My breath hitches.

Furrowing my brow, I lash out at him, my voice rising. "Give me one good reason why I should let you fuck me, Mason. One . Tell me why I should even trust you?"

His eyes flash with anger so bright I attempt to take another step back; however, I'm hindered by the bench behind me.

"Because contrary to whatever the fuck you think, you belong to me," he growls in a rough voice that sends shock waves through my being.

"I don't bel-"

"Every fucking inch of you for the last four years has belonged to me, Melody!

" he interupts me, raising his voice to match mine.

"Every goddamn breath you take is mine, woman!

Every move you make is because I fought for your freedom to have these things," his eyes narrow, and a pissed off look flashes over his face, morphing quickly into a confident expression.

"You want to know the truth, Melody? Your sister didn't even want you to physically even go to college.

She was setting up private tutoring so you wouldn't even be able to live on campus. "

My lips tighten with the need to curse out that overprotective bitch.

"I fought for you to go to that school, when they didn't want you to go.

I pleaded with them to take into consideration how hard you worked for that fucking track scholarship when they wanted you to throw it away because ' we could afford better than that.

'" He mimics Hendrix's voice. "It didn't matter we had the money to send you a thousand times over; I knew it'd make you happy for you to be able to feel like you had contributed to your education.

" He takes another step forward, pounding his fist to his chest, his eyes flashing.

"I fought for you when you didn't have a seat at the fucking table where decisions were being made for you.

For four goddamn years I've inserted myself in every aspect of your life, and you didn't even have a clue because I was trying to keep the peace within my family.”

"Why?" I ask in a shaky breath, forcing myself to speak through the anger at my sister. "Why, Masey?"

"Because I saw how bad you took it when Isobel was gone. And I knew I couldn't hurt you like that by tearing us apart. You fucking belong to me, and you would be wise to not test my patience by insinuating otherwise. So yeah, I'm fucking you. You got anything else to say about it?"

I'm so shocked I can't speak.

The silence stretches taut between us as we spend a long few seconds staring each other down. Anger fights red-hot desire as my pussy clenches greedily. The material of the dress presses into my skin uncomfortably as my breasts, unhindered by a bra, swell with my arousal.

Finding my voice, I stare at him, embarrassed. "Mason, I-I didn't know…"

His eyes soften slightly. "I know, baby. I know you didn't. And I'm sorry things have been so hard on you."

At the reminder of just how hard, I nod, folding my arms and cutting myself off emotionally from him. "So, you understand, then, when I say that maybe- maybe this just isn't going to work."

The softness dissipates like it never was there to begin with.

My heart begins to pound at the hungry, damn near animalistic look on his face; however, it's his turn to go silent.

And even though I didn't necessarily mean those words, there's something inside me that feels safe enough to push back with him.

All the frustration I've harbored about everything comes out against him.

"You might have done all those things, Mason, but what have you done to prove to me that you deserve me? All that shit was done in secret. Behind my back! I didn't know any of that was going on."

He arches a brow, pulls his hands out of his pockets and shrugs out of his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor carelessly.

I blink, rolling my lips as he undoes his tie.

When his shirt and tie hit the ground I take a step to the side, over this insane tension.

Ready to walk around him and out of this room, but he reaches out and snatches me back by a hand to the back of my neck, yanking me back in place.

He makes a low sound in his throat and brings me an inch from his face. His arm jerks hard as he discards his shirt from his left arm, keeping my face in place as it hits the floor with a muted rustle of fabric.

My jaw drops, and my eyes go impossibly wide as they lower to see my fucking name tattooed in an arch above his pelvis in big, black beautiful font with butterflies intermixed in the design.

Silently, my gaze travels back up every perfect, hard inch of him until I get to his eyes.

They're swimming in emotion, as they almost always are. Though, sometimes I swear I'm the only one that sees it. Everything has always been in his eyes.

And I suddenly want all that pent up everything expended upon my body.

"I'm going to explain something to you, Mel," Mason says in a rough voice, causing my nipples to pull unbearably tight at the sound.

I don't remember ever hearing him sound like this- this desperate and depraved.

"You're going to learn many things about me as time goes on.

But your first lesson is when I want something…

" He pulls me even closer until my thighs press into his and my breasts flatten against his chest. He narrows his eyes and leans in until our noses touch.

My blood sings. "I take it, regardless."

He closes the last inch of distance, sealing his lips over mine in a rough, bruising kiss that has me crying out in his mouth .

My knees buckle at the first touch of his soft, velvety skin. But when he deepens it, parting my lips with his tongue, my legs finish holding me up at the first lick inside my mouth.

I collapse with a gasp, and my hands fly to his shoulders, clutching at him.

His hand tightens its grip on my jaw, and with his other hand he snatches me up in a fast movement, hitching my knee around his hip. As my feet leave the floor, I tremble at the feel of his hard body against mine and moan when he bites into my bottom lip and tugs, causing tingles to flood my body.

He's back quickly to my lips, tilting his head and kissing me deeply, groaning into my mouth.

"Come on, baby, kiss me back," he whispers into my mouth, using his hand at my jaw to tilt my head further to the side where he somehow kisses even deeper.

I touch the tip of my tongue to his hesitantly, whimpering as he sucks my tongue into his mouth. We attack each other's mouths hungrily. Instinctively knowing that each of us has what the other needs to calm this fire deep inside our cores.

It's happening. I can't believe it's happening.

He pulls away, our lips smacking. His eyes lower, straight to my heaving breasts. My nipples visibly distend against the fabric, and he licks his lips.

Silently, I put my hands to the back of my dress and undo the zipper.

Letting my dress slip off my shoulders, and pool around my waist, still held up by my thigh which is hitched on his hip still.

He stares at my naked breasts for a few tense seconds while my heart pitter patters weakly against my chest as insecurity threatens to take over.

I'm not near as well endowed as my sister. I count myself lucky to be a very small C cup, but he doesn't seem to mind, though. I notice his chest expands slightly with his breathing, his eyes dilate, and I'm struck by how needy he looks.

Right now, he makes me feel like the most desired woman alive.

"Do-" my breath catches in my throat, "do you like them?"

He says nothing.

Our eyes meet, and he loosens his hold on the back of my knee, letting me place my foot on the floor.

My dress falls the rest of the way, leaving me standing in my thong and pantyhose.

The slightly cool air of the room caresses my bare skin, making me hyper aware of my vulnerability, and heightening the stark power difference between the two of us.

He lets go of my jaw, and keeping my eye contact, he sinks to his haunches, hooking his fingers into the waist band of my pantyhose and thong. Lowering them slowly to my calves.

The fabric is soaked, rubbing along my legs as he pulls it down.

My hands immediately cover my pussy, and my gaze bounces from his eyes to the fireplace behind him and back again.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes go hooded. "Hmmm." Warm air puffs over my fingers as he sighs deeply. "You smell amazing."

Before I can think to say anything, he tugs my hands away, then moves forward to touch his nose to my bare mound, breathing deeply. My fingers sink into his hair, and I clutch the strands desperately as he runs his nose across my skin in a soft caress.

I'm so fucking thankful I shave.