Last night with Natalie and Jessica was everything I needed. 

At first I felt like things could have been awkward between Natalie and I considering where we left off, but that couldn't have been further from reality. I was still feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything that happened at the party, and after talking it over- more like crying it over- with the both of them, I started to feel so much better.

Natalie told us how things went at her moms house, and Jessica and I filled her in on what's been going on here. I felt bad excluding them from everything that's been going on between Mason and I this summer. But oddly enough, it didn't feel like the time to.

I didn't want to ruin the first night we've all shared together in weeks.

I know when I decide to tell them, they won't be too happy about it. But I forced that thought into the back of my mind and just let myself enjoy my time with them.

And then there was Mason.

He was constantly checking up on us throughout the night, it got so annoying Jessica had to throw a pillow at him just to get him to leave. A part of me felt bad, I knew he was just doing it to check up on me, but still I managed to laugh while it all went down.

He texted me to look outside the door later that night and while Jessica and Natalie were in their own conversation I quickly walked over to her bedroom door and opened it, revealing a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a spoon placed right on top of it with a yellow sticky note hanging off the side.

Goodnight x

That one little word was enough to send my heart pitter pattering in my chest. I wanted to sneak out of the room, and tip toe over to his, thank him for everything he's done tonight. Ordering us pizza, letting us use his card to buy any movie we wanted, repeatedly checking up on me, his actions meant the world to me.

Still, it didn't excuse everything that's happened between us.

But it was enough to subside some of my anger.

It's so strange to me how Mason can be so affectionate when he wants to be without even realizing it. I can't escape the thought of how helpful he's been tonight to try and lift my spirits, and I try like hell not to compare it with how Aiden reacted, but it's impossible not to.

I went to bed not knowing what tomorrow holds for Mason and I, like I always do. But this time I told myself that things would be different. I can't let everything he's done slide because of how he's been toward me these last few hours.

Things will be different this time.

It has to be.

❀

The next morning I wake up to the sound of soft snores coming from both sides of me. I really shouldn't have decided to sleep in the middle of the two of them last night, my body feels so hot and sweaty and I barely have enough room to breathe.

I sit up, trying to be as quiet as possible as I crawl to the end of the bed and slowly step off of it. I use the extra hair tie Jess gave me last night to tie my hair into a loose messy bun as I make my way over to the bathroom, using this time to get ready before they both wake up.

Since I don't have a toothbrush here I unfortunately am left with no other option than to use my finger, and I fight the urge to gag while doing so. I know it isn't the same, but it's the best I can do at the moment.

Once I'm done I look at my reflection in the mirror, and images of last night come flooding back into my mind as I trace my fingers along the side of my neck where Isaac forcibly kissed me. I remember the pain of being pushed against the wall, and I grab onto the end of the Tshirt Jessica gave me to wear, and lift it upwards revealing the black and blue bruise already there on the skin.

I sigh, grazing my fingers over the marks and flinching at the touch. I hate the fact that I'll have to carry on this reminder until it fades; the one on my hip and my wrists.

My eyes trail back to the mirror, looking through the reflection in front of me and my heart sinks when I find Mason standing in the doorway, his jaw clenched shut, eyes dark and zeroing in on the bruise in front of him.

What is he doing in here?

I quickly lower my shirt back down, coving the marks on my skin and within seconds he makes his way over to me, grabbing the hem of the shirt with his fingers and pulling it back up.

I just stand there, suddenly growing ashamed over the whole thing.

I know it wasn't my fault, just like it wasn't his. But still I hate the way he's looking at me right now, his eyes filled with pain over the blotchy discolored mark.

The sight of him standing here so close to me with nothing but grey sweatpants on, lifting up my shirt is doing dangerous things to me.

Oh God, this is really not the time, Isabelle.

I've come to terms that nothing can happen between us, so why can't my nether-regions get the message?

His chest heaves up and down as he slowly breathes through his nose, trying to contain the anger building up inside of him.

I push my shirt back down, "I'm fine, Mason."

"Fine? He hurt you, Isabelle, and he's going to pay for it."

"He already paid for it last night, you don't need to do anymore damage to his face than you've already done."

He looks down at me, and the soft expression on his face is quickly replaced with anger.

"Oh, that's nothing compared to what I have planned." He says to me, a murderous look firing in his tired eyes.

My heart sinks over how exhausted he looks. His bloodshot eyes are flooded with a million different emotions all at once, and I want more than anything to just ease some of his pain but I'm stuck wondering how.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck." He whispers to himself, angrily running his hand through his hair and I jump in shock when his fist collides against the wall next to us.

"Shhhh, what the fuck they're asleep in the other room." I angrily whisper, and close the bathroom door hoping that the noise he created wasn't enough to wake them up.

He leans his face over while his body towers over mine.

"I don't give a shit." I tilt my head and he continues, "I'm gonna kill him."

He darts towards the door and I immediately step in front of him, my back pressing against the wood so he's unable to leave.

"Like hell you will." I know I shouldn't take Mason's threats so lightly, because by the look on his face I wouldn't be surprised if he actually means every single word.

"Isabelle, move." He demands and I continue to hold my ground.

"Mason, I'm fine-"

"You're hurt." He corrects me, his voice softening.

"And I'll live."

His face falters before he brings his hands up, using them to wipe the exhaustion from his eyes before returning his gaze back to me.

He looks like he didn't sleep all night, and I have to resist the urge to wrap my arms around him, to comfort him and convince him that I'm okay.

"Just..." I begin, not really sure where I'm going with this. "Don't go."

I can slowly see the anger vanish from his body, and he presses his lips into a firm line, looking deep in thought on what to say next. His gaze floats over my face, studying it as his eyes wander down to my lips, before flicking back upwards.

"Fine." He says in a firm tone, still not looking too happy. "But you're coming with me today."

My brows shoot up, "Coming where?"

"You'll see. Now get dressed."

"But I don't have any clothes." I state the obvious.

Those green colored eyes of his glint as they meet mine, his lips quirk up into a dry half smile.

"You can wear mine."

❀

After Mason practically drags my ass out the door we finally get into his car and he drives off to take me wherever he planned to. After blocking him from exiting the bathroom we made our way to his room and he handed me a pair of his sweatpants and a Tshirt for me to put on.

I kept trying to get it out of him, but he refused to tell me where we were going. He still didn't seem to be in the best mood, and although he tried to hide it I could see just how tired he was.

I sent Jessica a quick text to tell her that I went out to run some errands and she responded within minutes, telling me to just come back after so we can all go to lunch. I felt guilt creep its way into my body from not telling her who I was with, but I know that eventually the truth will have to come out.

I can't keep hiding it forever.

Mason drives beside me, eyes focused on the road while he grips the steering wheel a little too tightly than normal. He's never been one to control his emotions, I know this, but I figured he would have been an expert in understanding his own anger by now.

But I assumed wrong.

He drives in silence and I keep my gaze out the window, trying to ignore how the scent coming off of his clothes that's invading my nostrils is making me even more flustered by the minute.

I missed this smell.

Fuck, I'm pathetic.

I know Mason keeps looking at me, he has no shame in doing so and I swear everytime he does I feel the nerves in my body ignite. But since he continues to be tight lipped, I do the same. I know he's fragile right now and I really don't want to say the wrong thing to set him off.

I still can't figure out why he's so persistent on certain things; taking me places and always making sure I get home safe if he relentlessly tells me he doesn't care. The tension in the car is different than it usually is, and I'm reminded of how it was the last time it was just the two of us spending time together.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe he's afraid of crossing another line- overstepping in some way?

Or maybe he's still picturing bashing Isaac's face in.

Yeah, from the looks of it it's most definitely the second one.

By the time we reach our supposed destination, I feel myself growing anxious. The only thing around us is this grim and gloomy building in front of us. There isn't much to it, it almost looks abandoned, and my heart beats loudly in my chest as I think of all the reasons why he'd bring me here.

He gets out of the car, not saying a word and I follow right after him. He goes straight toward his trunk, pops it open and retrieves out a black gym back, quickly slinging it over his shoulder.

Okay, now I'm really confused.

He slams the trunk closed, and looks over at me, "Come on."

I follow behind him as he walks over to the large brick building and opens the door, waiting for me to enter before he closes it behind us.

The inside is a lot different than I expected it to be- everything in it looks so new and clean. As we walk inside I'm greeted by the raw smell of sweet mixed in with leather and I subconsciously scrunch my nose up from the scent. I look around, my stomach sinking even further as I take in all the equipment in front of me. What the hell....

I know this man did not haul my ass out of the house to exercise.

I continue following behind him, ignoring the unnerving feeling in my stomach as we walk deeper into the gym. There aren't too many people in here, but one thing I notice is how everyone inside greets Mason right when he walks in, while he on the other hand just gives them an acknowledging nod, keeping his head high and still maintaining his tall commanding stature.

The atmosphere in here is almost menacing, there's music blasting through the speakers and although we're in a gym, it is obvious that smoking in here isn't out of the ordinary.

There are lines of punching bags hung up alongside the walls, the only visible empty space was the area surrounding the large boxing ring planted in the dead center of it all.

"Mason, what are we doing here...?" I slowly ask him as he unslings the gym bag from his arm and sets it on the mat below him.

"I'm going to help you."

"Help me?" I try to clarify what he means.

He sighs, running his finger through his hair stressfully. My eyes can't help but do a once over on his black shorts falling just above his knees and the black sleeveless top revealing the ink stretching along his strong toned muscular biceps. I gulp, inhaling a whiff of his cologne as he takes a step towards me.

"I told you that I'd never let anyone hurt you again, and I meant it. But I'm not going to be there all the time to protect you, so I'm going to teach you."

"You're going to teach me how to fight?"

"Defend yourself." He corrects me, and I can already see the images of me tripping over my feet and falling on my ass.

"And how do you know anything about that?" I ask him, no judgement in my tone, just pure curiosity.

I know Mason knows how to fight, he's made it painfully obvious this summer but I still don't understand how. From the looks of it the people in here seem to be familiar with him, and it didn't take long for me to guess that he must come here often from how accustomed he looks to the place.

But it still doesn't make sense.

I'm not trying to push my luck with him, but I hope he gives me at least this bit of information.

He opens his mouth to answer me but is interrupted by another man calling his name. He looks over at the person and back at me.

"I'll be right back, stay here." He says in the same demanding tone as always, before leaving me to go talk to the man waiting for him in the corner of the ring.

I watch as the two of them converse in small talk and notice how Mason's demeanor has changed completely, it's more calm and focused than it was with me a couple seconds ago. I catch him looking back at me, eyes meeting mine a few times before he quickly excuses himself, and hurries over back to me.

"Who was that?" I can't help but ask, my stomach forming a knot over the idea of Mason rejecting me from getting an answer.

"My trainer."

"Your what?"

"Goodmorning, Isabelle." I hear the man call out my name and look over at him, his hand is up extending a wave over to me and I slowly do the same, wondering how the hell he knows who I am until it hits me.

"Wait, is that-"

"Sofia's uncle? Yeah, he owns the place."

He doesn't give me time to grapple onto all the information I've just received before he hooks his index finger into my own, guiding me over to the back wall. This must have been the place where Jessica saw him and Sofia together.

My heart does something fluttery in my chest over his finger hooked in mine, but I shove those thoughts and feelings out of my cloudy brain and open my mouth to speak again.

"Do you box?"

He huffs, "No."

"Then what do you train for?"

Please don't shut me out please don't shut me out please don't shut me out

He extends his arm upward and brings it down, his hand scratching the back of his neck while I look up at him confused. I'm realizing now more than ever how insecure he gets to even share the littlest details about himself with me, but I want to show him that's okay to be honest.

"In Seattle I uh, I did some underground fighting."

Underground fighting?

I hope the shock isn't evident on my face as I let him continue.

"Did pretty well for myself." He says, almost looking embarrassed.

"How well?"

He looks down at me, using his index finger to bring me closer to him and I immediately oblige, letting his large body towering over my small one. The corners of his pink plump lips turn upwards slightly, and I notice something dark and sinister in his eyes.

"Well." He vaguely answers, giving me a knowing smirk.

I don't fight it when he reaches out, pushing some of the hair away from my face with one soft motion, but instead I find myself leaning into the warmth of his touch. He hums deeply, flicking his green eyes to meet my own.

"Now enough with the questions. Let's get started."

❀

I never realized just how much of a hard ass Mason can be when he's in teaching mode.

He's adamant on me learning every little trick and technique needed to defend myself if the time ever comes where I might need it again and I try my hardest to ignore the overwhelming emotions him doing all of this is sending me.

That instead of going off and killing the man like he threatened he would, he's here teaching me how to prevent it from happening again.

I have to admit, some things he taught me I wish I could have thought of doing last night to help myself with Isaac, but I couldn't let my thoughts blame myself, I just had to remember that none of it was my fault.

There's this adrenaline coursing through my veins, a tingling down my spine everytime Mason places his hand on my hips to reposition me.

And I swear he's doing it on purpose.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead, hoping I don't completely look like a total mess in front of him and shake my head.

"No Mason, I'm not doing it." I say for the second time and he sighs.

"I'll be fine, trust me I can handle it."

"But what if-" I try to speak but he interrupts.

"What? You think you can hurt me? I wouldn't get too ahead of yourself." He says a little too confidently and I close my mouth, my face falling into a flat expression as I shoot him a glare. He gives me a cheeky smirk, "Alright, let's go. You need to learn this."

"Sir yes sir." I give him a small salute and this time he's the one shooting me a glare.

He circles around and stops right behind me. I can feel his breath hit my neck as he leans in closer before hooking his arms into my own and holding them in place.

There's this undeniable pull between the two of us, especially now when he has to hold me down and wait for me to try to escape. It's so dominating I can feel the heat thrumming through my skin, and I wonder if he feels it too.

He brings his head in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of my ear and I can't help it when a faint pink color attacks my cheeks. I can sense the rhythm of his heartbeat from how hard his chest is pressed against my back and I swallow the thickening saliva in my mouth, licking my dry lips.

"You ready?" He asks me, his voice so low and quiet it gives me goosebumps.

"Yup." I tell him, trying to sound as casual as possible, acting like him breathing on my neck isn't flooding the inside of my legs.

Don't let him get to you.

I step my foot back just like taught me, and twist my body, bending over just enough to grab a hold of his legs and push him down. His body falls almost instantly, dropping onto the mat below us with a thud.

I look down at him, my teeth piercing my bottom lip, trying to show him just how much I'm starting to enjoy this. The center of me tingles and aches at the sight of him lying down below me, peering up with that devilish smile plastered on his face.

"You're right, this isn't so bad." I agree, biting back a smile and with one quick motion he extends his arm out, grabs onto my wrist and pulls my body down to the mat.

He climbs over me, his body straddling mine while I continue to lie on my back under him. My breath hitches and I swear all the air in the room is sucked away. My heart skips a beat as his face inches closer to mine, setting every nerve in my body ablaze.

"Oh yeah?" The same darkness that always clings to him intensifies in front of me as his nose brushes against the side of my cheek, "And what if I do this?"

His grip on me is commanding and so so dominant and I realize that some twisted part of me wants him to take me right here, right now.

I let out a wavering breath, trying to get a hold of myself. He sits back up and places his hand on my shoulder and I give him a once over before using my arm the furthest away from him to grab onto his wrists, while the other secures his tricep. I step one foot over his, and place the other in between his legs. Without letting go, I force my hips upwards, using all my strength to turn him over onto his back.

It's much easier than I anticipated, and he rolls over onto his back while I now sit on top of his waist. Despite the obvious game he's playing, it still sets my body on fire, and it's dangerous, completely out of my control.

His fingers burn into me as his rough hands snake around my lower back, pushing me further down into him.

"You didn't even try." I say to him, trying my hardest to ignore the fact that I can feel him hot and hard between my legs.

My body reacts to it, throbbing from above him and it makes it hard to breathe.

His gaze flicks down to my lips, "What can I say? I always like a woman on top."

I let out a loud cackle and immediately cover my mouth with my hand, stifling the sound. He looks up at me, a couple laughs rumbling out of him and I shake my head.

He is too much.

We continue to try out different techniques and positions for the next thirty minutes until he pulls out white cotton handwraps and gently takes my hand in his before weaving the material between my thumb and pinky finger and around my knuckles.

He looks so focused, making sure to get it on me just right and I let my eyes peer up at him while he does so. Once he's finished goes back over to his bag, pulls out a pair of boxing gloves and hands them over to me.

After attempting to make a couple jokes here and there about how ridiculous I look, I finally give in and listen to him try to explain everything to me. He bends down, hitting the inside of my legs softly to signify that I need to spread them apart more and I have to bite my tongue from laughing about how serious he's taking this.

"You really shouldn't be teaching me the proper way to beat your ass." I joke and his eyes narrow into mine. I can tell he's trying to hold back a smile, and the thought sends butterflies swarming my stomach.

"I'd like to see you try." He looks at the punching bag and then over at me. "Now let's go, remember what I told you."

I sigh, taking another small step back and shaking my hands a little bit to try and get used to the heavy weight added onto them. I throw a punch and the bag barely moves, fuck this is a lot harder than I thought it would be.

I do it again, and again, and still the same result.

"It's alright, this is your first time." He walks over to me and I find myself suddenly feeling foolish about this whole thing. "You have anger somewhere in that body of yours don't you?"

I don't even have to think about my answer before I nod slowly.

"So focus on that. Hold on to that anger and let it out."

I nod once more before he steps aside and waits for me to make a move. I have anger in me, lots of it.

'Focus on it'

See, that I can do.

I relax my mind, letting it take me to the place I so easily shy away from. I throw my first punch as hard as my small arms will let me and this time the bag slightly moves to the side.

'You stand here and act like you're nothing other than easy'

'No, Isabelle. Listen to me. We can't find her.'

Another punch.

'Out of all of Jessica's friends she had to pick the most mediocre of the bunch to sleep down the hall from me'

'Remind me again who's not worth it?'

'I'm sure you'll be back in my bed the moment I say the words'

Another punch.

'If you somehow got yourself attached then that's your own fault, not mine'

'You don't think I actually had feelings for you, did you?'

'Please don't think I left you because I didn't love you, because it's the opposite'

Another punch.

'It seems like everyone gets a turn with you, it's only fair isn't it?'

'Why'd you invite me here if you're just going to embarrass me?'

'Stop? I haven't even started, baby.'

Something inside me is triggered from me channeling all my pent up anger and I don't even realize I'm crying until Mason steps in front of me, preventing me from punching the bag any further.

I bring up my arm to wipe the tears streaming down my face with my wrist.

"Isabelle..." He whispers, his voice sounding hurt and it only angers me more.

When I focused on my anger, most of the memories that came to me were things he said. He's hurt me, countless times, and yet here I stand despite of it.

"Don't cry..." He brings his hand up to wipe my tears but I hit it away, I can't have him touch me right now.

"Stop."

All the emotions I tried to hide just came rushing back at full speed. Every single time someone affects me, I always try to push it under the surface and keep it locked tight and hidden away. I'm not used to dealing with them in any way whatsoever.

And now they've resurfaced it's all becoming too much to handle.

Nora, Amy, Mason, Felix, Isaac, fuck, even Aiden.

It's all too much.

"Isabelle-"

"Take me back to Jess' Mason, I'm done for today." I tell him, taking off the boxing gloves and handing them to him.

He hesitantly takes them, "But-"

"I mean it Mason, take me back."

He rolls his lips into his mouth before nodding to me slowly. I stand idly by as he packs up his things and I feel a sense of relief when we make our way out the doors.

The car ride back is silent.

I can feel him looking over at me just as he did on the way over to the gym, and I wish that he'd stop. I appreciate him taking me there today and teaching me things that can benefit me in the future, but I can't escape the amount of hurt I still feel inside from him.

All the things he's said to me, and all the things he's done have reentered my mind, swirling around in painful agony.

When he parks his car in the driveway I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt and get out, praying to God that Jessica is already here and ready for me. The last thing I need is another argument to come between the two of us.

The front door is unlocked like it always is and I step through the threshold, making my way upstairs until I feel a hand grab onto my wrist. I turn around and see Mason standing on the step below me, eyes narrowed and confusion painted over the expression on his face.

"What happened back there?"

"Why do you care?" I ask, still frustrated from the fact that I'm finding myself in this position with him again.

He blinks rapidly, trying to understand my words, "What? Isa-"

"This is all a game to you isn't it? Tomorrow you'll go back to your own ways and forget any of this ever happened, and I won't give you the satisfaction in hurting me anymore."

I turn over on my heel speedily enough for me not to see whatever emotion that was displayed on his face and finish marching up the stairs.

"Wait, Isabelle!"

Of course, Jessica seems nowhere to be found, so I make my way over to my old bedroom and slam the door shut behind me. I need to think, to be alone with my thoughts and reevaluate everything I got myself in.

It only took seconds for it to swing open, revealing a fuming man making his way toward me. I hate moments like this, when everything we've both tried to push back comes spiraling toward us, angry and hot.

"Don't fucking close doors on me when I'm trying to talk to you!"

I scoff, "Why are you doing this? Pretending like you care?"

I told myself things would be different this time, but it's isn't. It never fucking is.

"What are you talking about, Isabelle?" I can hear the irritation in his voice as the tension ripples off his body.

"Taking me to the gym, teaching me how to defend myself? Why? When we both know that you don't care about what happens to me." I can feel my voice getting louder and Mason's brows nearly shoot off his head.

"Do you honestly believe that?" He takes a step toward me and I instinctively step back, trying to maintain our distance. I can't think when he's so close to me. "That me hearing you scream, seeing him touch you didn't kill me inside?"

"But why!" I shout, trying to get an explanation. I deserve this after everything he's put me through. "Why are you doing this only for you to go back to ignoring me tomorrow."

"Ignoring you?" He questions, as if that's the most preposterous thing I've said all day.

"Yes, ignoring me! Acting like I don't exist, like you don't care about me b-because maybe you don't! Maybe this is all in my head and I'm just fucking hallucinating everything or-"

He interrupts my rambling, "Isabelle, stop." His voice is firm, as if he's tired of hearing this over and over again.

"No! I'm not going to sit here and have you pretend one moment only to hurt me the next."

"Stop this. I was never ignoring you-"

"Don't lie to me!" My anger travels up my throat, everything coming out as a yell but I just can't take this anymore.

I can't hide the fact that I want him. But no matter how hard I try he'll never want me back.

He runs his hair angrily through his hair, pulling on the ends slightly in frustration. I can see the fury rising in his eyes and I know he's trying his best not to blow a gasket right in front of me.

"Fuck, Isabelle you told me to stay away! I was just doing what you wanted!"

"What I wanted?" I let out an amused laugh, "What I wanted was for you to fight for me!"

Silence.

His face falters, widened eyes softening but I go on, not letting it stop me.

"I wanted you to apologize for being such a fucking idiot half the time, and to for once in your life choose me!" His eyes swim with a million different emotions as I continue, "But you didn't! You just let me walk away!"

I push my arms out against his hard chest, pushing him back.

"So leave!" I can't control the anger and emotions I have raging inside of me. No matter what I do I always end up getting hurt, all because of him.

"Go!" I shout, pushing his chest again and he looks down at me, wide eyed and in shock.

My tired eyes land on his lost ones and I wipe the tear falling from my cheek, afraid to show him yet again, just how much he affects me.

And my heart splinters in my chest as I watch him slowly turn around, taking small and steady steps towards the door.

I knew it.

I knew it was all a fucking game and that I meant nothing to him.

After everything I've done, everything I've given he still can't manage to even give me a sliver of himself.

I blow out a heavy breath, blinking away the tears swelling in my eyes and roll my lips into my mouth to prevent me from breaking down in front of him.

I feel devastated, completely broken that I'll never be enough for him.

He stops his movements, "No."

"W-what?" I question, wiping the tears escaping before he gets the chance to see them.

He turns back around to face me, looking completely lost on what to do, or what to say to me, but he opens his mouth to speak and tries anyways.

"I'm not leaving you." I narrow my eyes into him as he strides towards me, "Not without this."

Before I can say anything else both his hands are placed on either side of my face right before he crashes his lips down onto mine.

The moment they touch, heat travels through my entire body and my stomach is filled with exploding fireworks wreaking havoc inside me. He holds my head in place, pulling me tight against him as his mouth moves messily with mine. I don't have time to process what he's doing before he backs my body up against the wall, caging me in with every urgent, feverish kiss.

I reach my arms up, wrapping around his neck and pull him so close to me our hips collide. His erection is thick and very hard to miss as it presses against my belly through the tshirt he gave me to wear and I start to shift my center against him, creating any ounce of friction to calm my pounding nerves.

He kisses me like he's starved and he's afraid it's the last time he'll ever do it. There's no mercy, or grace, only one hundred percent pure sin.

His hands roam against my body before one holds onto my waist, the other digging into my ass so roughly I let out an involuntary moan against his lips.

He devours me, consumes me, ravages every inch of my mouth, his tongue dancing with my own and by this point the throbbing between my legs is aching with so much need it's hard to think about anything else but how much I want him.

His mouth travels lower, and a helpless whimper falls from my mouth as he presses his lips against the soft skin in the crook of my neck. My breathing is ragged, body is pulsating and my mind is spinning over exactly how he's touching me right now.

He lifts his head up, nose hitting the shell of my ear, "You're fucking crazy."

I take his head into my hands, "Oh shut up." I whisper breathlessly before bringing his lips back to mine.

I can feel him smile against my lips, before he eases his tongue back into my mouth and I moan at the euphoria of having it dance with mine again.

A low deep rumble echoes through his chest as his mouth and hands explore every inch of me. I push my body forward, and he pushes back, keeping me locked in place.

"Tell me what you want." He whispers to me as he plants kisses along the side of my mouth.

"No." I pant against him, "If you want me, Mason you have to say it."

I hear a whine escape his lips as he pulls his head back slightly, resting his forehead against my own. Our frantic breaths are heaving out of our noses, mixing together as his grip on me remains entirely possessive.

I take this time to lean into him, finding the courage to kiss his delicate skin along the ridge of his collarbone all the way down to the nape of his neck. Occasionally biting and sucking as he inhales sharp erotic breaths.

"Oh, fuck I want you baby, I want you."

A mix of emotions spur inside of me as a heated pressure swirls inside my belly. I lean upward on my tip toes, my lips brushing against his.

"How bad do you want me?" I whisper, teasing him to the fullest extent.

A guttural growl crawls out of his throat, and the way his dark eyes focus on my own almost makes me shiver. He hums, bringing his hand up to lift my chin so the only thing I'm able to see is him.

"Let me show you."

And then a second thrill rushes down my spine as he latches his lips back onto mine.

❀

Me running away after leaving you guys with this cliffhanger

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