Ava
It had been so long since I had seen my glorious bastard’s notorious wrath that I wasn’t sure if I was terrified, or excited. Mason had become so emotionless since George’s death, a new person moulded from the carcass of my amazing husband, that to see it reminded me of the man I had fallen in love with. But love wasn’t enough, not any more.
With my single nod, he slipped over the edge of sanity, and the darkness that he kept contained inside him broke free with a devastating scream.
My cheek slapped the wall, the smarting pain causing me to gasp when he spun me around and pressed my face to the wall with a hand to the back of my head. His hot breath on my ear sent a shiver of lust into my veins. Trepidation burrowed through my bones and made my legs weak.
“I’ll show you who the fuck you belong to!” he growled as he yanked at my jeans, tugging them down to my knees. He tore my knickers off, and I yelped at the scorching pain when he forced himself inside me.
Time froze, life became non-existent, and the world tilted sideways as he pounded into me.
“This cunt is mine! It’s mine!” he roared as he got lost in his fury and fucked me with a severity that left me winded.
Like he needed me to feel the pain I had caused him, his fingers circled my throat again, and he squeezed hard. I grew dizzy, the absolute ecstasy racing through me and the devastating need to take a breath conflicting until I didn’t know what to concentrate on. The need to live, or the longing to orgasm.
“You feel this, Ava? Is this what you want?”
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t nod. All I could do was give into it. I was, quite literally, being fucked to death, and I didn’t care!
His cock tore me to bits as my lungs shrivelled inside me, but I wanted, needed, more. I was insatiable for the pleasure, for the pain, for my glorious bastard to end all the suffering in the only way we knew how.
The pleasure became so intense that my muscles shrieked at the agony. Rapture rode on the crest of intolerable torture, and I knew the climax that was building inside me would shatter me when it hit.
Finally, Mason removed his grip on my throat and took my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh to steady himself as he sped up. As my lungs filled with oxygen, my head swam, and I struggled to stay upright.
His grunts sounded like the sweetest song in my ears, the eroticism of them stroked my mind as he fucked my body, and I joined him in the perfect duet. My scream of pleasure when the orgasm ripped through my soul harmonised with Mason’s torturous cry, and we both soared over the edge together.
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Mason’s brows lifted when I took the joint from him and took a hit into my lungs, but he laughed when I poked my tongue out and handed it back to him. We were laid in bed, naked, still reeling from the high as our heartbeats settled back to their normal rhythm.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you until we were home.”
He blew out his smoke noisily and frowned. I didn’t know how to make it right, I wasn’t even sure if I could. Were we too far gone to find our way back? It was naïve to think that because of what had just happened we were suddenly okay again. Life wasn’t that kind.
“Did you want it to go further?” he asked, slightly hesitant. He was fearful of my answer. So was I.
“Yes. And, no.”
Rolling over, he stubbed the smoke out and then tucked me under his arm. His heartbeat was loud in my ear, and the sound of it comforted me. I felt safe in his arms. He was relaxed, as though he had fucked away all his rage. It was time for honesty. The truth was the only thing we had left.
“I’m not sure if it was because I needed to feel desired again, or if I am genuinely attracted to him. Whichever it was, it doesn’t excuse it, but we both have to deal with the backlash of it.”
The tips of his fingers stroked along the groove of my spine, and I concentrated on the feel of it.
“Well, do you enjoy his company?”
If I was honest, his calmness was more disconcerting than his anger. Did he not care? Was he hoping that I would walk away from our marriage?
“It’s not something I’ve sought out. I didn’t go to work just to be near Danny, and I didn’t feel the rush of excitement when I saw him.”
He nodded slowly and squeezed me a little tighter. “Then I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.”
Moving out of his hold, I sat up and looked at him. “How can you be so blasé about it, about what I did?”
Clicking his tongue, he exhaled through his nose and frowned a little to contemplate my question. “When you first told me, I was angry, so fucking angry. The thought of you kissing another man, another man’s hands on you, nearly blinded me with rage. But my fury won’t resolve it, Ava, anger won’t turn back time. What’s done is done. That’s the trouble, we’ve been too focussed on the past that our future has become distorted. You can’t climb a ladder if your feet are stuck on the bottom rung.”
“Whatever it was, it won’t happen again.”
“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with you working for him now though,” he admitted.
Grabbing his t-shirt which he had thrown to the bottom of the bed, I slipped it over my head. “Well, you don’t need to worry. He fired me after I told him no.” I wasn’t sure complete honesty had been the right thing. When I saw his eyes narrow and his fists clench, I cursed my inability to filter which parts he did actually need to hear.
“He fired you because you wouldn’t fuck him?”
Oh, shit!
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?” He was sat rigid now, his chest muscles clenched so hard it should have been painful.
“Well…” I stalled, unsure how to put it into words. “I think I hurt him. Maybe he would find it difficult working with me if he…”
“If he what?” he demanded when I clammed up. “Ava?”
“Well, you know!”
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t know! Is he in love with you?”
“No! Don’t be silly. Just, you know, he wants me, and he can’t have me.” God, I sounded full of myself, and my cheeks flushed with heat.
He snorted, gnawing on the tip of his tongue with ire.
“It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m just saying I won’t ever see him again, so we don’t need to worry about it happening again.”
“So, even after what just happened, you would still feel the urge to be with him if you ever crossed paths again?”
We were going around in circles, misconstruing everything that was said. “No! Jesus!” Blowing out a frustrated breath, I hopped off the bed, needing to busy myself. “I need a drink? You want anything?”
“I have the munchies.” He grinned at me, and I rolled my eyes.
“Sandwich?”
“Perfect!”
Once again, I found myself dizzy. Within the space of an hour, we’d gone from ending our marriage to Mason trying to kill me, to explosive orgasms, to rowing again, and now we were discussing the casual of what to eat.
Welcome to my life!