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a brow in agreement but didn’t release me from
his lockdown, “Now you see.”
    “Does Vickie know?”
    He snorted, “Of course she knows. She fucking picks them
out.”
    I shook my head in disbelief. Vickie was my best friend
here in Portugal and I couldn’t believe she had fooled me for so long. “So…?”
    “So, like I said, I have sorted it.”
    “But Mason, it’s not that simple now.”
    He shook his head in exasperation, “Well now I know that.
You should have told me. He should have told me.”
    “Yeah, like he could do that. You never listen to him.
You’re always demanding more from him, trying to make him into something he
isn’t.”
    “What? Don’t be stupid.” He argued as his face contorted.
    “He isn’t like you Mason, he doesn’t want to be that
person you want him to be.” He huffed; the ridicule I knew was within him
angering me. “Don’t you dare mock him. Just because he doesn’t want to gut and
maim people doesn’t make him less of a man.”
    “What the fuck, Ava. Where the hell has this come from?”
He plucked the small tin of weed from my pocket and my eyes widened when I  realised
he had known where it was. “This,” he shook it in front of me. “This has you
paranoid.”
    “Don’t fucking judge me. At least it isn’t bloody
heroin.” I snapped, my anger now biting and allowing my mouth to say things
before my brain could filter them.
    His face darkened, “Don’t go there, Ava.”
    “Why, frightened I am too close to the truth?”
    I was baiting him, I knew this but I couldn’t seem to
stop myself. I needed his anger, sought the dominance I knew could clear my
mind from all the things currently tearing me to pieces.
    His eyes scanned my face then narrowed as a cruel smirk
twisted his lips. He slammed both of my hands on the wall above my head and
ground his prominent erection into my stomach. “Is this what you’re after?
Hmmm? Do you need me?”
    I narrowed my eyes on him in denial but he knew, he could
read it in me. He knew me like I knew myself. “Taunting me is dangerous, baby.”
    “Who says I am taunting? Maybe for once I am just fucking
angry.”
    He snorted and shook his head knowingly as he leaned into
me and rested his mouth beside my ear, “I can smell it, Ava.” He breathed in deeply
and circled the tip of his nose below my ear, causing electricity to spark in
me, my sex throbbing as my thighs twitched rapidly.
    I released a small moan, cursing silently as its
quietness echoed loudly in the soundless room. Mason’s chest heaved with the
sound and he took a step back. “Get on your knees.”
    I swallowed as arousal eradicated the dark thoughts in my
head. I dropped immediately causing Mason to smile arrogantly as he pulled his
belt from the loops in his trousers.
    Oh Christ, I was burning up as he wrapped it around his
hands and continued to watch me formidably.
    He dropped to his haunches before me and demanded my
gaze, “Hands behind your back.”
    I did as he asked, knowing how to play the game. Both our
heavy pants were now loud, destroying the silence as he wound the belt around
my wrists and secured my arms. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back,
whipping my eyes to his. “Tell me.”
    My mouth had dried and my throat started to close in as
lust and need took over. “I need it, please.” I begged as I swiped my lips with
my tongue, desperately trying to moisten them. “Fuck my mouth.”
    His pupils fired with my demand as a growl rumbled
through his throat. He regarded me for a while, his eyes dark as he
contemplated his decision to give me what I needed. He was suddenly kissing me,
his lips brutal and cruel as he punished me, his tongue forcing mine to fight
with his as his angry dominance ruled and disciplined. He groaned and pulled my
head further into him, his mouth expertly regulating our kiss as I moaned and
gave in to him. His lips were soft but hard on mine, his control furious but
his adoration as enthusiastic until he