Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2) (10 page)

I tore away from him and stormed across the room.  It was stupid to think I could give him a second chance.  Even if we had reconciled, his family would try to tear us apart again.  I remembered my meeting with Zara and the subtle threats she  made on her father’s behalf.  I shook my head as I grabbed my faux leather bag from a white leather arm chair closest to the door.

“Jill, wait,” Mason said in a low voice as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

“No.  I’m tired of waiting and hoping you’ll own up to the man I used to know.  I spent too many years putting you on this damn pedestal.”  I was flustered.

He came up behind me and took my arm.

“Mason, take your hands off me.” I spoke calmly, but I was close to losing my nerve.  I was pissed off, aroused, and struggling to maintain any reasoning still left within me.

The damn, cheap bag slung over my shoulder was continuously unclasped.  The snap that supposedly kept it closed was constantly unfastening because it was a cheaply made piece of shit. 

He grabbed my arm again, gently, and I jerked my arm away from him.  As I was telling him not to touch me, my bag fell from my shoulder.  It landed face down, allowing the contents to spill all over the glossy wooden floor.

He stooped to help me, for which I reprimanded him.

“I got it.  It’s fine.”  I snapped.  I scooped my compact mirror, lip gloss, and hair brush back into my bag in a hasty, sloppy fashion.  He retrieved the two single dollar bills, three dimes and two pennies that had scattered on the surrounding floor.  I snatched it from his hand and threw it into my bag.

Then, my eyes fell to the two pieces of paper that lay scattered just behind my left foot. With horror, I bent to grab it, but Mason retrieved both papers in one swift swoop.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.
 

My heart was a torrent as I watched him study the torn bank check, written out to me for two million dollars, and signed by James A. Woodward.  I jumped to grab the papers from his hands, in hopes that his brain had not yet registered what he’d just seen.  He yanked his hands out of my reach, keeping the torn check within his grasp. I watched him hold both pieces together with two hands as he stared at it. He stepped away from me, keeping me at a distance as he processed the betrayal scrawled out in his father’s handwriting. 

Then he looked down at me.  His expression was positively scary, and I’m not intimidated by him anymore… much.  I confess I was quivering slightly.  The raging quiet that loomed around him is what made the moment the most alarming. 

“What is this?”  He roared, waving half the check in the air.  I took a step back, and then remembered myself.  I stood in my place as I stared him down.

I said nothing.  What was I supposed to say in that moment?  He was furious, and you cannot reason with an irate person.  There was no telling what he was going to do. He looked at the check again, and then his gaze burnt a hole through me.

“This is a lot of money.”

“I know.”  I held my head up high. 

“You could have paid off your college debt, and purchased a place of your own with this kind of money.”

“An astute observation. The bribe wasn’t worth it at the time.”  I secured my bag over my shoulder.  He was so unpredictably furious; I half expected him to tell me to get out.  But, I’ve done nothing wrong.

“What wasn’t worth it?”  He demanded in a low growl.

“Losing you.” 

“And now?”  He took two steps toward me and was suddenly looming over me.  He tucked the check into the pocket of his khakis.

I frowned as I looked up at him.  I looked away as I bit my lip. Hard.  I kept the check as a reminder.  Every time I felt sorry for myself, or longed for something that couldn’t be, I’d look at the check and remind myself that I’d never have him.  He was never supposed to see it.  It should have been burnt. I should have been warned when Elyse found it two weeks ago. 

The silence ensued for what seemed like several minutes.  Then, I felt the force of his hands as they cupped my face and his lips came crashing down on my mouth, hot and needy.  His mouth enveloped my lips with such a furious intensity, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.  He literally sucked the breath from my lungs and I was left unravelled. He fisted two hands in my hair in such an animalistic, possessive manner.  I was melting, losing any resolve.  In that moment I knew, deep down, that I was the only thing keeping him from losing his sanity.  I was the one thing keeping him grounded to planet earth.

He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall roughly.  It caused a reverberation that threw a framed painting in glass from its mount.  The glass shattered onto the wooden floor boards and we ignored it as we consumed each other.  I grabbed his shoulders harshly and he groaned before he hoisted me off the ground.  I wrapped my legs around his waist.  My teeth pulled on his earlobe and he hissed before he grabbed the back of my head with one hand and forced my mouth on his. 

His tongue demanded entry and I parted my lips for him, sucking on his tongue with such tenacity.  He growled into my mouth as I deliberately gave him a taste of what I could do to his cock. I never knew I had such a fire within me.

Realization dawned on me, and I reluctantly pulled away from him. 

“Mason…” I looked into his eyes, searching.

His body kept me pinned against the wall  “I promised no more games.  When do you want to go to Ohio?”

“Sometime after graduation,” I answered, still panting.

“Say the word, and I’ll have the company jet ready.”   Of course he’d have a company jet.

I cannot describe the joy and relief I felt from his words.  “Really?  You’ll really go with me.  I-”

“But I want you to be
mine
.”  His eyes were fierce as he bore down on me.

“Yes, Mason, but you will also be
mine
.  If I give myself to you, it will be on my terms, too. Let me love you this time.” 

His eyes lightened appreciatively as I said this adamantly. Feeling his hard cock press into the apex of my thighs was pure torture, but I was sticking to what I needed from him.  A large part of me wanted to just fold under his will and let him fuck me every which way that pleased him. 

He’d never respect me if I only melted around him and lost my brain every time he tried to convince me of his will through sex.  Mason needed me to be strong, whether or not he realized that fact.  I needed this strength for myself as well, otherwise I’d lose the person I’ve always been- the person I used to be.

His mouth enveloped mine again as he walked me down the small hall. He kicked in the bedroom door and threw me down on the bed.  I lay on the bed, with my wild waves splayed everywhere across the perfect mint green silk duvet.  He pulled off my jacket, my sneakers and then yanked my jeans down my legs with such hunger and greed.  His eyes captivated me with such profound power as he undressed me. He had an impatience that was characteristic of Mason Woodward.  I sucked on my lower lip as I watched him yank my pants from my legs.  He pulled me up and lifted my black Pink Floyd T-shirt over my shoulders, leaving me in only socks, a plain cotton bra and my pink polka-dot boy shorts.  This underwear was the closest thing I owned to granny panties and I watched Mason’s eyebrow pique as he took in my pink polka dots.

“Sorry, no lace.  No thong.”  I looked up at him as I lay on my back.  I admit the slight smirk on my face was a bit taunting. He grabbed the elastic on my left hip bone and with two hands, tore thin cotton fabric.  I gasped, my mouth dropping open, as I gaped up at him.

“Problem solved.”  He smirked down at me as the shredded cotton fell to the floor.  My mouth was a round “O” as I stared up at him.  Why was I in such disbelief?  Because I thought I had the upper hand until this very moment. 

“I suggest closing that mouth before I fill it.”

He had a way with words that could bring me to my knees…
If I wasn’t already on my back.

“You ruined my favorite pair of granny panties!”  I laughed.  Mason wasn’t laughing.  He gazed over my naked form with a smoldering expression in his eyes, and continued to rake over my curves even as he undressed himself.  His pants and shirt plopped on the floor and he stood over me in nothing more than his boxer briefs.  He was the perfect picture of a Calvin Klein model. 

He watched me admire everything about him.  The spatters of black hair complimented his broad olive chest.  His smirk was wicked as he watched my eyes trail appreciatively from his muscled shoulders, down to his hard stomach and muscular thighs.  My eyes fell to the thick hardness bulging from his boxer briefs.  I bit my lip with wanting and he suddenly grabbed his package firmly. It gave his large hand a good handful.

“You want this?”  He asked with a demand in his voice. I was so wet and needy.  The way he grabbed himself like that was so hot.

“I want
you
.”  I splayed my body for him, and his smirk faded.

He crawled onto the bed and hovered over me.  His lips enveloped mine and I felt fire consume my body as his large, strong arms entwined around me, holding me tightly.  I felt so treasured in the way he held me possessively and kissed my lips.  His touch was lustful, hungry, and yet so tender and intimate.  It was intoxicating but still strange to have him like this.  After two months of feeling hurt and angry, I was in his arms, completely enamored. 

He pulled away from me slightly and scraped his hands down my body, leaving a trail of heat.  I could feel how he left red marks across my skin as his lips worshipped every inch from my collarbone down to my stomach. 

“I bought condoms, latex-free, just in case you fell off the pill.”  His lips grazed my stomach and he looked up at me with a wolfish grin.

“Is this a used box or was it wishful thinking?”  I asked, spreading my legs for him.

A breath escaped him as I spread my legs.  His eyes were hooded, lustful.

“A man can dream.”

“So can I.” 

His eyes flared as he looked at me.  “You are a stubborn woman. So you know, the box is unopened.”

“Something tells me you’d get bored with a mindless bimbo.” 

His smirk was wicked and a soft moan escaped my lips as his thumb suddenly circled around my clit.

I opened my mouth to give a smartass remark, but his dark gaze caught me.  He placed a finger over my mouth to silence me and I complied.   His hands trailed along the slick folds of my heat, rewarding me for my obedience, and I bit down on my lower lip. 

He lifted my wrist towards his face and kissed the white gold chain that held our initials.  His lips caressed my open palm.
Oh, damn that is sexy...

He moved to his knees, with his palms pressed into the  mattress, on either side of my torso.  His eyes glittered with dark lust, but also with affection.

“I don’t like the label ‘girlfriend’ because you mean so much more to me than that, but I suppose it will have to suffice for now.”  His voice was sultry as he loomed over me.  A wavy lock of thick, black hair fell into those perfect eyes.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired of being polite.” 

He suddenly grabbed my body with two hands.  I was flipped onto my stomach.  I felt a bear-claw grip on both of my hips as he pulled me close to the edge of the bed.  He removed his boxer briefs behind me and I suddenly felt the hard, heated press of his cock at the entrance of my opening. 

Instinctively, I clamped my thighs shut and felt my inner muscles flex. His fingers slowly brushed along my wet slit, creating a delicious torment.  I moaned softly as pleasurable strokes of warmth flooded through my body and settled within my core.  My elbows felt weak from the tingles that erupted through me and I nearly fell off my hands onto the mattress.  He kept one grip harsh on my hip and the other grabbed a fist-full of hair.  My head was forced back.

“There are a few rules that still apply, my darling.”  I felt the tug on my hair sharply as he spoke in that velvety voice that made liquid desire pool between my spread thighs.

“One: You’re my girlfriend, my lover, but I still know what’s best for you.  I know what you need.  You will obey me or there will be repercussions. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” I moaned softly.

“Yes…?”  He prompted further as his grip clamped down on my hip sensuously.

“Yes… Sir.” 
Oh. My. God.
I needed him so badly right now.

His lips trailed desperately from my lower back down to the globes of my ass and his fingers dug into my skin.  I could feel the indents of his fingers on my ass.

“Very good, my darling.”  I felt the mattress sink behind me, under his weight as he positioned himself behind me.  With his large hands on my hips, he slid deep into me. 
Oh, so deep
…

A groan escaped me and I almost lost my balance under the weight of his body as it pressed into me.  I wish I could have been doing resistance training all this time, instead of recuperating.  I felt a groaning moan behind me as he pushed his thick cock all the way to the hilt, stretching me open. 

“Fuck, you’ve tightened up,” He gasped as he began moving in and out of me.  My arms wanted to give out.  “Don’t you dare move.”  He threatened with gritted teeth as his tempo became rougher and more demanding.