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“This is between me and her, and it’s about time we finally settled this. So, I suggest you back the fuck off!” he snaps before dragging me along after him again.
He storms into the room we were in earlier, pushing me away from him like his skin is on fire from where he’s touching me. I trip on my own two feet from the force of his shove, landing on my ass. Pain explodes from hitting my tailbone and I let out a cry. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this mad, but I had to give him the words he clearly wanted since I stepped foot into Ravenwood again.
I thought giving him what he wanted and agreeing to what he was accusing me of would get him to back off and we’d go on to ignore each other, but nope, it somehow made him explode with more rage than I’ve ever seen him in.
The look in his eyes promises pain and I know that tonight is going to be different. He’s already too far gone in his anger and hurt. I have a feeling I’m about to see the real monster that I’ve created since we broke up.
I slowly start to crawl backward, away from him and of course he notices. He gives me a predatory smile while he advances on me and that’s my cue. I stand on shaky legs as fast as I can and make a dash for the bathroom, intent on locking myself in there.
I just make it inside and am about to close the door, but he pushes his foot in the way to stop the door from closing before he’s barging his way inside.
“Mason… whatever it is you’re thinking of doing, don’t. Please don’t do anything you’ll regret,” I beg, but from the looks of it, there is no talking him out of whatever he’s about to do.
“You wanted to be a whore and fuck around? Well guess what? You’re going to be my whore and I’m going to treat you like the one you are. I’ve found a better way to make you start paying, and this is just the beginning,” he spits out venomously at me.
I back all the way up until my back is pressed against the shower glass, all the while he’s slowly moving forward like a hunter, which in the moment, he is the predator and I’m the prey he has in his sights.
When he’s close enough, his arm snakes out and grabs me by the throat. My breath hitches and he uses that opportunity to squeeze my neck, cutting off my air supply. He moves his body closer to mine until we’re touching before leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“Every time I think I can’t hate you anymore than I already do, you always fucking do something to show me how wrong I am. I fucking despise you!” he says through gritted teeth, and I can hear every ounce of the anger coming out in his words. I believe every word he says, and that makes a cry of pain explode out of me from the pain of his hold and his words.
“I just want to put all of this behind us and move on…” I barely manage to choke out when he lets up on his hold a bit and through the steady stream of tears gliding down my face.
“Move on? You think it’s so easy to move on after what you did? You fucking destroyed me! How do I get it to stop hurting when you’ve finally admitted to what you did?” he snaps in a deadly tone.
“I never intended to hurt you! Please let me help you move on or something and we’ll just forget each other exists. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m sorry!” I cry out in a guttural scream. The pain in my chest from his words and his hatred is overwhelming me, making it hard to breathe.
A second later, he lets go of my neck and I suck in as much air as I can into my lungs. I bring a shaky hand up to my neck and rub against the soreness there. That is definitely going to leave a bruise.
“Get on your knees whore! It’s too little too late for your useless apologies!” he seethes. I look at him like he’s lost his mind, because clearly, he has.
“I-I-I don’t want to,” I whisper, my voice trembling. I can’t do this with him like this, in such a pissed-off mood. I’d normally let him use my body to make him feel like he’s punishing me but right now he’s too out of control and so full of rage. I know this isn’t going to end well.
When I don’t move, he grabs me by the neck again and pushes me down with so much force until I’m down on my knees.
I let out a whimper when my knees connect with the hard tile floor, but he doesn’t care. He unzips his pants and frees his cock. I take in a shaky breath, trying to get rid of the foreboding sensation overwhelming me.
From the look in his eyes, I know he’s about to use me for his pleasure no matter how much it hurts me. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because he thinks it’s his right to do so.
I’m right because what happens next is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. He steps closer to me and grabs me by the hair. He pulls my head back until I’m looking up at him. Holding his cock in his hand, he slaps it against my face.
“Open up, slut!” he grunts.
When I don’t move fast enough, he pulls my hair harder which causes me to cry out. He uses the opportunity to shove his cock right into my mouth, pushing it in until it’s all the way at the back of my throat. I instantly gag on his huge cock as he begins to pump his hips back and forth against my face.
I can’t describe it as anything else except that Mason fucks my face without mercy. His hips piston in and out, not giving me any time to breathe and saliva drips down my chin a few seconds later. He pushes it all the way down my throat and leaves it there for a few minutes.
I begin flailing around as my air supply is being cut off and I’m starting to panic. I hit his legs repeatedly, silently begging him to pull out of my mouth, but he ignores me. It’s like he’s intent on killing me with his cock.
When I start to see spots dancing around in my vision and feel like I’m about to pass out, he pulls his cock out of my mouth.
I fall back flat onto my ass as I gasp and sputter, trying to get some much-needed air into my starved lungs. His cock is covered in spit and when he looks at me, it’s with a malicious glint in his eyes. That look tells me he’s nowhere near done with me yet.
He drags me to my feet and pushes me up against the counter and I let out a whimper as my stomach collides with the edge, directly where the bandages are. I cry out as I put my hand to my stomach and see some blood on it when I lift it to my face.
“I-I’m b-bleeding,” I manage to stutter out as pain engulfs my body once again. He doesn’t answer. In truth, I don’t even think he heard me. He’s so consumed with his anger and proceeds to pull my leggings down my legs. I realize what he’s about to do and I beg him not to, but he’s so far gone from reality I don’t think anyone could reach him at the moment.
“Good, you deserve to feel this pain!” he snarls.
