Mason: Inked Reapers MC Read Free Page B

He pushed through the door and half flung me into the room.  I twirled around to face him.
     
                  Hungry. His eyes reminded me of a man who hadn’t eaten in a very long time, but surely this hot man before me was no starving peasant.  He leaned against the door, folding his arms over his massive chest.  His shirt pushed up his arms showing off more of his ink.  Tribal bands ran down both arms to his elbows, from there several different designs woven together filled in his forearms ending with black cuffs around each wrist.
     
                  His stare unnerved me, the way he seemed to peer into me, trying to read me. I looked away. I wasn’t that easy. “So, what would you like?” I asked, like I was a menu or something. For the tenth time that month I promised myself that doing this didn’t make me a real whore. I wasn’t some low-life street corner hooker. I was a survivor, doing what I needed to survive. I knew what happened to women who crossed the club.
     
                  He eyed me quietly for a minute, then twirled his finger in the air, signaling me to turn around. I did my best not to roll my eyes, and followed his directions, moving my feet and spinning around.  I doubted he could see much in my jeans and blouse. “Take off your clothes.” His low voice commanded. “All of them.” Of course.
     
                  I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it down my arms, tossing it to the chair beside the desk and moved my hands to my jeans.  I looked up briefly to find him staring at me intently. The hunger hadn’t died down, in fact, it had intensified. With my jeans tossed aside, I reached back and began to unfasten my bra. “Wait.” He put a hand up to still me before taking the few strides needed to get to me.  His large hands rested on my shoulders. “You’d think you’ve never stripped for someone before.”
     
                  “Strip? You told me to take my clothes off. They aren't the same thing.” I tilted my head. “You should be clearer in your instructions, if you are going to give them.”  Irritation flashed in his eyes, and for a moment, I thought about stepping away.
     
                  “You’re right. I should be clearer.” He cupped my chin in his hand, the sensation of his touch speeding up my heartbeat. “I’m going to finish undressing you, then you’re going to slide your pretty self down to your knees, and you're going take my cock in your mouth.”  With the utmost skill, he slid his free hand around me and unclasped my bra. “Keep your eyes on me.” It wasn’t a request. 
     
                  I looked into his dark eyes and wanted desperately to find somewhere else to look. The intensity was too strong to remain there for long. I settled for his chin. A strong chin. He gave a low chuckle, as he pulled my bra from my arms. “I guess I will need to be exact with you. Look at my eyes, don’t look anywhere else. Unless I’m behind you, you keep your eyes on mine. Understand?” He tweaked my nipples making me jump, the short-lived pain jolted through my body.  The heat inside of me grew even when I tried to stamp it down. This man, this man was dangerous.  His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my now taut nipples.  I took a steadying breath. He was unraveling me and we’d barely begun.  “Such pretty tits.” He leaned down then and dragged his hot tongue across them, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
     
    I tried to ignore the sensation, but the trip wire had been tripped and there was no undoing it.  When he released my breasts and squatted down in front of me, I fought back the moan that bubbled in my chest. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. Suddenly, I wished I’d worn something a little sexier than my usual soft yellow cotton. I didn’t usually care about the undergarments the assholes saw, but this guy was different.