I lay on my side and watched him undress.

“Why haven’t we gone home yet?” I yawned, snuggling into my pillow.

He paused for a second and glanced over his shoulder at me.

“The house is having some work done,” he answered, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Oh,” I mumbled, watching him drop his pants. A familiar ache settled between my thighs as I stared at him. He was such a beautiful man. His bronze skin and toned physique complimented each other perfectly.

I hoped him undressing meant he was going to attempt to sleep. Then, I could attempt to sneak out. I’d spotted the living room on our way back upstairs.

I couldn’t come up with a logical reason why he should take me to see it right then. I should have asked for a tour.

He turned to face me, and I traced the outline of his abs with my eyes. I’d never seen him work out, but he had to do something to maintain his shape. I doubted killing people was a muscle booster. Though, if he lifted enough bodies, I guess that could be equivalent to lifting weights.

“Katie.”

My eyes snapped up to his. I took in the smile on his face and gave him one that matched. He was so hot and cold—mostly cold. Learning about his mother made me understand his obsession a little more, at least from my point of view.

“Pick four questions,” he said, walking towards me.

Of course, everything had to be some kind of game with him. If he was only giving me four questions, I wanted them to count. I knew he’d grown up loved, thanks to Declan.

His past wasn’t the mystery; he was.

“When did you start…or how did you start painting?” Killing, I silently added.

“That’s an easy one.” He climbed over me and sat down, bracing his back against the headboard and pulling me up to his chest.

“I killed my nanny one morning while she was making me breakfast. It was the day after my eleventh birthday. I never really like her; I can’t give you a reason why. I just didn’t.” He lifted a strand of my hair and began to twirl it around his finger. I wanted to ask how he did it. I tried to picture an eleven year old Mason killing someone.

I made a bold move and knocked his hand away, moving up to straddle his lap. He blinked at me in surprise for once, keeping his arms by his sides. Trying to act natural, I placed my palms on his chest, one right over his heart.

Me attempting to seduce him was laughable. I had no clue what to do, only that I needed him to sleep, and sleep heavily. Sometimes on television, guys would fall asleep after sex. I wasn’t sure how well that worked in reality, but it was really my only option. The last time I attempted to do something sneaky, his dogs tore a woman apart.

“Where is Max?” Crap. . I hadn’t meant to waist one but I’d forgotten all about the large black dogs until just now.

“That’s two. Declan has him in the guest house.”

Two questions left.

He looked more awake than before. He wasn’t even touching me, but I could feel the outline of his cock through my underwear. I was stiff, and I knew he could tell; he just wasn’t commenting or reacting to it.

Determined, I slid my hands to the back of his neck and fully settled on his lap, holding back a breath of air.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he teased questioningly, finally placing his hands on my hips.

“I don’t know how,” I muttered. This was a stupid idea. I went to let go of his neck but he stopped me.

“You don’t have to anything but breathe.” He moved his hands to my ass and squeezed, forcing me to grind against him and feel how hard he was. “Do you feel that? You do this every time you look at me.” He brought his mouth to the crook of my neck and gently bit down, forcing me to move on top of him.

“Jesus, Mase.” I wrapped my arms around the back of his head, tilting my own to give him better access to my neck. His tongue moved in a circular pattern as he moved lower and lower.

“You still have two questions,” he reminded me, pushing his hips upward. I groaned as the fabric between us stimulated my clit.

He was trying to distract me, but it wasn’t going to work. Keeping one hand wrapped around him, I snaked the other between us, wiggling it beneath the waistband of his boxers so I could grip his hard length. It was warm and pulsed in my hand; I squeezed it, hiding a grin when a grunt slipped from his mouth.

“How do you know my dad?” I asked in a breathy voice.

“He worked for me.”

“Doing what?” I asked without meaning to, wasting the last question.

“He used to bring me new girls, and then he promised me you.” With ease, he lifted me up and began tugging my underwear off.

“Mason,” I attempted to stop him, letting him go to push against his arms.

“You had four questions and got four answers. Now, you’re going to give me something I want.” He was out from under me within a second, pushing me down on my stomach. I should have foreseen this happening; Mason always dominated me during sex.

“Mason, wait! I just—”  I cried out as he forced his way inside me, not bothering to remove his boxers all the way. My underwear was still around my ankles, forcing my legs to remain as they were, making the fit impossibly tighter. If I hadn’t been so wet, he would have hurt me.

He kept one hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to muffle my screams in the sheets. It was getting hard to breathe; I couldn’t move with him crushing me the way he was. My hands clenched the sheets on either side of me.

My ass jiggled and the mattress made a steady squeaking sound as he drove into me with hard, fast strokes. I felt myself contracting around him as he pushed me towards a harsh climax.

When he suddenly stopped and pulled out, I sucked in a lungful of air, finding myself on my back, staring up at him.

He settled between my legs and eased himself back inside me. His movements were no longer hard; they were slow and gentle.

We were chest to chest; he had one hand tangled in the hair at the crown of my head, the other massaging my clit. His tongue licked away the tears that had started to spill down my face.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he murmured in my ear, his warm breath skating down my neck. I dug my nails into his back, spreading my legs as wide as I could to take all of him. I loved him being inside me, loved the way he didn’t take no for an answer.

I loved him.

We’re so fucked up.