by A. E. D
Just as I duck under a low hanging tree branch in the shadows, a foot kicks me harshly in the back, sending me crashing to the ground. They were closer than I thought. My back throbbed and immediately became wet.
Great. My fucking stitches have pulled.
“Give me a fucking break.” Just when I think my life is finally starting to go well, a couple of crackheads have to change that. Turning around I stare into their scabbed faces as their bloodshot eyes watch me intently but crazed. I am so not in the mood for this tonight. They’ve reopened my stab wound and successfully pissed me off on this rare calm night I was having. The first guy who I’m going to presume kicked me, steps forward ready to attack again.
“Just give us the drugs, lady and we won’t hurt you.” He says erratically. Why the fuck would I have drugs?
He strikes forward, aiming for my face with his dirty fist but misses completely. Wanting to touch him as little as possible, I spin around kicking my good foot out as he takes a strong hit to the stomach, sending his winded body to the ground. The second one sees his friend on the ground gasping for air, wanting to back down but the addiction is making him do otherwise.
“Th..the drugs. We know you have them. He said so.” What?
“Who did?” I ask. This doesn’t seem like a random attack at all now.
Did someone purposely send them to me?
“We didn’t see who. He..he just pointed you out. The drugs! Now!” Again, I kick out my leg, hitting him square in the stomach and sending him crashing to the ground. I can feel my body begin to sway at the steady blood loss from my reopened wound. Finishing them both off with a swift kick to the head, they’ll be out for hours. I should have killed them and normally I would have, but they were pawns in someone else's game.
Staggering out of the shadows I don’t have time to make it to Jordan's again. I do a quick look around for this mystery man before I head to my next destination.
Chapter Forty-Six
“Hi.” I coyly say. Mason stood there mouth gaping with his hand still holding the door handle.
Finally coming to, he steps aside and lets me through the door.
Hobbling my way over to his couch I slump down, feeling absolutely exhausted. My body now scattered in new bruises along with the fading old ones. I rest my pounding head back against the couch as Mason comes to sit next to me.
“Hey, Mase, who was at the do-” Monty's sentence cuts short when he comes into view. His hand instantly goes to the shoulder I stabbed, I should feel sorry but I don’t.
I only smile.
His eyes dart all over the place. They start at the bloodied footprints at the door, leading to the couch, then to Mason, obviously checking to see if he’s uninjured, probably thinking the blood’s his. Then they land on me.
“Mason, are you okay?” His eyes flick back to Masons body, double checking him again, clearly not trusting me. Before he gets to reply I do it for him.
“He’s fine. It’s not his blood.” He looks at me sternly but still apprehensive.
“Are you okay?” Mason says checking me over. His hands tenderly touch the swelling on my jaw, lightly tracing it before moving his fingers across my bottom lip.
“It’s not mine either.” I reply as Monty’s eyes widen a bit and Mason smirks, liking my feisty side.
“What happened?” He sternly asks. His stormy coloured eyes darkening from whatever thoughts are going through his head right now. I never thought I would but I am really liking the possessiveness coming from him and I like when he calls me his queen. Sends a message to the other hoes that still drool over him that he’s now found the queen to his king.
“Well..” I say thinking back to the events that happened less than an hour earlier.
The crackheads I spoke to in the park didn’t seem to get the message when I laid them out on their ass. I also didn’t seem to hit them hard enough or maybe it was the adrenaline running through their brains for their next fix. Whatever it was, they didn’t stay down for long.
“Hey bitch!” I’d stumbled ten meters before I heard their erratic slurred speech.
I had stopped walking and taken a deep breath when I got hit sharply across the head. They had fucking picked up rocks and proceeded to beat me with them. They had struck my back and opened wound multiple times until the shock and adrenaline coursing through my body, giving me the spout of energy I needed. While they were patting my body down looking for the supposed drugs, I quickly rolled over, the withdrawal in their system making their reaction times slower and kicked out my leg, aiming for the closest one's crotch. As he dropped to the ground the second crackhead stood there processing what just happened but was already too late to see me coming. Squaring up against him, my throbbing body hindered me from fighting correctly but I had already survived too much in this world and I wasn't going to go out dying from the hands of two crackheads.
He swung first, missing my head but giving me the opportunity to retaliate. A swift uppercut was all it took for his bony body to fly back, hitting the ground with a thud. I didn’t waste any time straddling the man before sending blow after blow to his face. Before long the only thing left that I could see was red. His arms had stopped protesting and his body now lay limp against the grassed ground that was coated in red. I had forgotten about the other guy when pain erupted from my head. He dragged me off the now dead body by my hair and swung me around, sending me flying to the ground. In my dazed state I didn’t see his foot coming until it connected with my jaw. Luckily his kick was off just enough to not dislocate my jaw but I could already feel the aching and swelling. He approached me with the intention of grabbing me by the hair again but then I saw it. The rock they had used on me earlier. Scuffling forward I grabbed it without a second thought and swung up high. The blow to his head with quick and efficient. He went down with one hit but that wasn’t enough to stop me. My back had not stopped throbbing since they attacked me and my broken arm had become ten times worse now. Thankfully the special cast Jordan had given me was still on, so it was protected a lot from the attack.
I left once the men had matching bloody faces. With the amount of adrenaline I had, there was just enough energy to get me where I needed to be.
Mason’s.
“And that’s pretty much it.” They both looked at me like I’m an anomaly. I probably am to be honest but still.
“Lake, are you sure you’re not hurt? There’s a lot of blood on the couch. Sit up, I’m going to check you out and I’m not taking no for an answer.” Rolling my eyes, I gingerly sit up.
The first thing he does is lift my shirt.
"Shit, Lake! You've been stabbed!" Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Telling him it wouldn't be the first time, I try and joke but the darkness soon takes over my vision as I pass out.
Chapter Forty-Seven
I awoke in a dark room with no idea how I got there. The last thing I remember was being reminded that I was stabbed. Looking around the dark room, I can’t quite see anything except a sliver of light coming from the bedroom door. Slowly sitting up, I breathe through the pain from my back. Stab wounds, in my opinion are bearable. Getting sliced is a whole lot worse. More skin that needs to heal. So getting sliced up from a rock was the last thing my still healing body needed.
Slowly making my way to the door, I stop upon hearing voices. Mason and Monty are having a hushed argument about me. Monty wanting me to leave, Mason wanting me to stay. Slowly pulling the door towards me, it silently opens allowing me to walk towards the guys unknowingly.
“She’s not staying here, Mason! She’s a fucking psychopath! She kills people for a living!” He screeches, throwing his hands up in the air as he does.
“So do we! We kill people every day.” Mason defends.
“Let me correct myself. I meant to say, SHE TORTURES PEOPLE FOR FUN!” Monty yells out. Deciding to speak up before Mason gets any more angry, I walk up behind Monty as Masons eyes flick to mine just before I make contact.
“Do you not
want me here, Monty?” I say calmly. Instantly his shoulders square up as his body stiffens. By the look on Masons face I can tell Monty is petrified. Mason looks like he’s trying to keep a straight face but fails to do so when he lets out a loud laugh. Deciding to toy with Monty because something about him makes me want to tease him, I step up close behind him. He’s got an impressive build with a wide muscular back but he’s still got nothing on Mason, my mountain of a man. Hmm, I like the sound of that, my man.
My hands reach out, lying flat against his bare shoulders before slowly travelling down his exposed back. Letting my hands feel every curve of muscle in his back, I slide them down to his waist seductively. Stopping there, I can feel him taking in a breath. My eyes flick up to meet Masons. There’s a fire burning deep within his dark beautiful eyes. I can practically feel the lust pouring off the both of them. I thought he was gay? Well, I would be too if I was a guy and being surrounded by men like Mason every day.
But he’s never met a woman like me.
Ever so slowly, my hands travel around his waist, gliding up his chest to rest against his pecks. Trailing one hand up to gently trace his across his chest, my other hand delicately traces its way down the center of his chest and to the valley of his abs before I stop at the band of his sweatpants. I feel him shudder beneath me, sucking in a breath as I continue down. Feeling his hard length underneath my fingers, my body begins to burn with desire. The atmosphere in the room quickly changes to a deathly sexual one. I look up at Mason, my hand instantly stopping underneath the elastic band. The look in Masons eyes is one I’ve seen many times before. His beast is ready to be released and he’s looking straight at Monty. Not wanting Monty to die just yet, I pull my hands back slowly, loving the look of jealousy in Masons eyes.
Coming to stand beside Mason I look up at Monty, his face is red as a tomato and his breathing is all panty. Looking across at Mason, his eyes are now trained on me. The look in his eyes says he’s about to fuck the shit out of me and I can’t help but lick my lips slowly. His eyes follow the movement of my tongue with the piercing glare making my body heat reach a boiling point. I’m so hot for him right now then I have ever been for anyone before. Not taking his eyes off me, he speaks to Monty.
“Monty, fuck off.” Grinning as I step towards Mason, my hands do the same movements on his chest that I did to Monty.
“Ah..” Monty clears his throat.
“Y..yeah. I’ll just..” He didn’t bother finishing his sentence. He’s just as worked up at Mason and I and I guarantee he’s going to be taking care of himself in the bedroom. Not even waiting for him to leave, Mason pulls me against him roughly by the small of my back. He turns us around, walking me backwards before my back hits the kitchen counter. He smashes his lips against mine hungrily, kissing me like a hungry predator.
He looks at me with kiss swollen lips and a heated stare.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Lake. You need to be punished.” Oh god, Masons dirty talk has my body shaking with need. He turns me around, quickly slamming my hips into the counter and pushing my front down to lay against the cool marble counter. He grabs my hands, roughly pulling them behind my back with the splint on my arm making me feel like I’m extra trapped. His other hand comes down hard and fast on my ass. I scream out from shock, not expecting to be spanked. I’ve never been spanked before now. His hand smooths the area over, slowly kneading the plump skin before his large warm hand pulls back again. Biting my lip in anticipation I find myself pushing out against him, wanting him to do it again.
“You liked that didn’t you? Fuck..” His hand comes down again, harder than the first time. But this time I moan out, expecting the hit I savored it. Mason pulls the shirt I’m wearing up to show my ass. Having been stripped down to just an oversized shirt, I still have my blood red thong on. His hands knead both cheeks before I hear the distinctive sound of his buckle being undone.
“This is going to hurt, baby. You were so bad teasing Monty like that. If you kept going, he would’ve had to die. No one touches my queen.” He pulls my thong to the side as he rubs the head of his hard member against my wet opening. Moaning, I struggle to keep my body still. I can’t take much more teasing. I’ve never needed someone so bad in my life before.
“You’re mine.” He thrusts his full length all the way in. I scream out, feeling the familiar stretch from his long, thick length. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had. Just one night with Mason has made me crave him like my life depends on it. Him and his dick have become my new drug.
He pulls nearly all the way out before he slamming back in. My hips bang against the counter, the sting only makes me moan more. His hands grab my hips, helping him to pound into me over and over again.
“Who do you belong to?” He demands as wet slapping sounds fill the room.
I’m unable to answer from the overwhelming feeling. I feel so connected to Mason which makes me feel alive. More alive than I’ve ever been before. I don’t ever want this feeling to stop.
When I don’t reply, his grip on my waist tightens but he only succeeds in making me moan louder.
“Answer me!” He slaps my ass hard before his hand comes down to press against the throbbing stab wound.
“Yours!!” I scream out, bucking against him as a tidal wave of pleasure washes over me from the intense feeling of both pleasure and pain. Spasm after spasm, I clench around him, feeling his movement become frenzied.
Finally, he groans out, slamming deep into me one last time, spraying his hot seed inside of me before leaning over and resting his weight against me. I like the feeling of Masons weight on top of me. It makes me feel safe, secured. Like a security blanket in a way. He kisses up my back, taking his time before he gets to my neck and kisses a spot that makes me instantly moan and shiver, contracting around his cock as he groans.
“God, I love your body. Where have you been all my life?” He asks, slowly pulling out and fixing my thong back into place. I gingerly turn around as I feel his hot seed slowly seep from my thoroughly used pussy. I put my hands around his neck, kissing him slowly on the lips. Kissing my way across his jaw to his ear, I reveal a cryptic secret.
“I’ve always been here, Mason. You just never noticed.” I whisper in his ear before licking his lobe.
“I would remember seeing you.” He says against my neck.
“Yet you don’t remember.” I bite his neck before pulling back.
“Remember what?” His curious, childlike expression almost makes me want to reveal the first of many secrets that entwine us but I don’t. I will save this revelation for another day because even I can still not believe it.
Chapter Forty-Eight
“What is this?” The dress Mason just placed in my hands looks extremely elegant and beautiful. He looks shy for the first time ever since I met him and the blush on his face was new too.
“I uh, I bought it for you. For our date.” He bought this for me? Just the thought of him hand picking something like this out just for me makes my heart beat. I can even feel my own blush travel up my neck to rest against my heated cheeks.
“I’ve never been on a date before.” I say shyly. I don’t know how to feel or how to act on a date. Am I supposed to pay? how do I act? What happens on a date? I wished I'd asked Keenan what happens on a date before he left for his. Too many thoughts are racing through my head at the moment and Mason could tell.
He instantly pulled me into his strong embrace and held on tight as my erratic breathing calmed. His large palm rubbed up and down my back in time with my deep breathes and it weirdly helped. I always saw people rubbing the backs or arms of people who were crying or upset and they always calmed down. I didn’t think it would work until Mason did it to me. The overwhelming feeling of safety overcome me. Once I was calmed down, I found myself hugging him back just as tight.
After a while we progressed to kissing and grinding up against each other. His hands reached for my ass but I pulled back. As much as I want to continue this, I’m find
ing myself actually wanting to experience this date. Like a child on Christmas, I’m excited for it. I’m excited to finally experience something I thought I would never experience in this life. A bit of normalcy is what I’ve always secretly craved.
“The date.” I reminded him. His hands instantly connect with my ass before he squeezes tightly and groans.
“I regret ever mentioning the date.” I laugh freely as I pull out of his arms, straightening out the dress to get a good look. He’s got perfect taste in women's clothing and I have to push down the rising jealousy. I don’t want to think about how many women he’s bought dresses for.
“When do we leave and where?” He laughs, placing a sweet gentle kiss on my lips and forehead before pulling back.
“Soon, my queen. Go get ready.” He finishes with a slap on my ass. I’ll remember that.
Half an hour later I take in my appearance in Masons bedroom mirror. The soft navy-blue material clung to my body like a second skin. It showed off my curves and slim figure extremely well and even I found myself struggling to look away. The length of the dress stopped just below my knees and was finished with a white lace detailing. The medium low V cut had the same white lace detailing around the edges of the sweetheart neckline and finished up with thin spaghetti straps. Mason had also given me matching strappy white heels to match the lace and a ruby red lipstick. For some unknown reason, Monty had makeup in his room, even though I never saw him wear any, so I was able to do a smokey eye look and red lip.