Chapter 3

Three

Allison

P leasure. Exploding, heart-pounding all-consuming pleasure rushes through me like a current of uncontrollable energy when his lips touch mine.

I close my eyes and shiver as his words strike chords in me like a well-tuned piano.

Sanity took a back seat as I let myself get lost in his taste. Reason and right and wrong no longer hit my radar.

All I can think, feel, and sense is one-hundred percent Mason Savage.

A hint of mint lingers on the reclusive billionaire's lips as if his second favorite thing in the world is popping peppermint candies from the dish I spy on the corner of his desk among the stacks of files.

The first being me with how devoted he is to tasting every crevice of my mouth.

And me his, because, holy shit, I'm craving more as he wraps his hand around my hair and pulls me closer.

So fucking good I can't get enough.

Beneath the mint I catch a hint of smooth, rich whiskey as his tongue swirls over mine.

His other hand slips down my waist and teases the hint of flesh peeking out along my stomach. My body quivers and my breath shakes in my chest.

I groan when he pulls away enough to hover over my parted lips, his own only a whisper from mine. "Happy birthday, angel."

I tease his bottom lip with my tongue until he kisses me again. Heat hotter than the sun consumes me and parts of me that have never been touched by so much need ignite. Every single cell in my heated body aches with a need to learn his touch. His taste. And to learn my own. And I want him to be the one to take me. I feel it in my soul. It feels so dirty yet so right. I've never felt the kind of fires he stirs in me and I'm scared on some level, but excitement in the way he looks at me outweighs everything else.

"Has a man ever been between those creamy, soft thighs, my angel?"

His pet name for me has the strip between my legs damp.

He groans when I shake my head no and that small action sparks a fiery hunger inside him.

I feel and see it in his dark gaze.

A fierceness so alive within him, it lures me in and I fall willingly into the comfort of his touch and taste like I need my next breath.

He buries his hand deeper into my hair and tightens just enough to draw a deep moan from my lips.

"Good. I would have killed anyone who dared touch you before tonight."

"Not that William's friends didn't try to get fresh. I don't think they know what consent or age limits are."

The mere mention of my uncle and he turns fierce like he could level the other man for simply thinking of allowing harm to come to me. I've never had someone stand up for me and the new feeling brings tears to my eyes.

He went completely still. "I'll deal with him later." He kisses my forehead then my lips with a gentle brush of his mouth. "No tears from my angel. No one will ever harm you again while I'm breathing," he whispers, releasing my lips to trail wet kisses along my jaw and dips lower to ravish my neck with his tongue and teeth, leaving a wet trail of warmth in his wake. Fuck, I can't seem to draw enough thought to care about anything other than him slowly easing his hand under the hem of my skirt.

"What possessed you to be a naughty girl this Christmas, angel?"

"That's easy. Naughty girls get the best presents, don't they?"

He nipped the plump mound of first one breast and then the other, a finger trailing over the soft yet, less than modest cleavage of my costume. He pulled and on command my rosy pink nipple pops free. My areola is raised and plump, giving the peaks a slightly puffy look.

Like a greedy wolf, the older man dips his head, wrapping his tongue around the hard, jutting tip, and devours my breast like a starved beast.

My gaze is drawn down as his soft, warm tongue passes over my candy hard nipple, a shot of electricity zings straight to my core and it settles there, growing in warmth.

I clench my thighs and nothing can hold back my groans.

"Oh baby girl. You're perfect. So responsive." He twirls his tongue around my nipple again and I swear I can see the stars from nine galaxies away.

"I want you." Words I didn't mean to utter slip from my lips and he growls. An actual growl and I'm amazed someone like me can pull such uncontrolled lust from an experienced, much older man.

"This," he purrs, stroking a gentle finger the length of my body, stopping just as he reaches my virginity, "…will soon be all mine."

Shivers play with my senses and cause my body to erupt with a burst of delight. "Yes."

There was no question on my part. I wanted the wicked, dirty promises I see written all over his expression and in his words.

"Have you let anyone touch these beautiful tits?"

I shake my head, hold him to my chest, loving the burn of his stubble against my tender flesh as he lavishes my nipple, nipping and licking at the turgid point.

"No," I whisper, knowing he probably didn't see me shake my head given how enthralled he is with my tits.

He pulls away, releasing my nipple with a juicy pop, and palms my neck in a slow glide of his warm palm against my sensitive flesh.

Panting, I suck my lip between my teeth so no one hears us. My fake blackmail routine is one thing, but it would be quite the scandal for Chicago's wealthiest to be caught with only minutes legal eighteen-year-old and soon-to-be college student half undressed in his library.

It didn't matter what my birth certificate said. The media and old cronies of Savage Ink's board members would do everything in their power to ruin Mason. I couldn't have that.

"You have nothing to hide from, do you hear me? Not when you're with me. And, Allison, I'm not going anywhere."

I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly. I want this man, this stranger. For the first time in my life I wonder if by some odd chance I just might have a chance at a happy future.

"I want to hear every cry of pleasure you want to give me, and some I force, from those beautiful, sweet lips. And remember, Allison. I get what I want."

Just the tease of his words sends a warmth spilling from my center to wet the thin strip of my thong.

He studies me for a moment, standing over me protectively. His massive shoulders blocking out everything but the view of him looking down at me. I suck in my lower lip despite trying to break the habit for months now, peering up at him. With nothing but the couch behind me, he's supporting my weight and I have to admit, I feel safe. Maybe for the first time in my life.

"As long as I'm here you'll never have to fear anyone or anything again."

I can't help the blush that fills my cheeks. I don't know why but his words touch a part of my heart I feared no one would. Out of self-preservation or the thought of no one ever wanting a drug addict's bastard daughter, I don't know for sure. Maybe both, but it's my truth.

I clutch the thick material of my shawl that somehow made it past all his ambitious pleasuring of my nipples, making sure it's still firmly wrapped around my arms. "No one has ever said those words to me before."

Caught off guard by the gentle yet sudden jerk and yank of his other hand, I gasp and clutch my now bare arms. My shawl lay at my feet in a pool of white.

Scared he would see the truly ugly side of my life, I pull my long hair forward to cover my arms so he can't see what lay hidden beneath all that material.

I stood before him, my heavy breasts quivering with the need to feel his mouth back on me, yet scared of the renewed fire in his eyes.

I feel the moment his gaze touches the colored marks on my arms. Like an uncontained wildfire the heat in his eyes morphs into a rage as I look on.

He was furious on my behalf. Never in my life have I ever thought I would need someone as much as I did at that moment. Like I wasn't alone in the dark, cold world and for once could release some of my burdens.

I try to tell myself how crazy it sounds. I mean, I just met the man, basically broke into his library and fondled his rare book collection, but there's no denying how he makes me feel.

Safe.

Protected.

And cared for, I add to my mental checklist of crazy emotions he's pulling from me.

He strokes his hands down my arms and I can feel his gaze on the dark, fresh bruises from my uncle.

Until now I didn't notice the warm fire in the hearth or the Christmas tree. He'd been my one hundred percent focus.

Their combined light bathes the room in a soft glow and I know he can see every single fingerprint my uncle left on me. The light gleams in his eyes and highlights the murder written all over his face.

"Who did this to you, angel? Who dared touch you with such violence?"

His expression said he already knew the answer. But that didn't change how hard it was to voice the name.

Unlike with my uncle, I'm not scared of the anger I see in Mason's eyes. He's beautiful, enormous and for the moment I know he's all mine. I can't explain why I feel safe with someone I met no more than an hour ago, but if fate is to be believed, I'm right where I'm supposed to be.

With gentle fingers he pulls back the long blonde locks of my hair to reveal my bare shoulders and neck. Deep rumbling growls climb up his chest.

"Did your uncle do this to you?" he asks me so softly I tremble with the amount of anger I feel pouring off of him.

I hesitate to answer, looking over his shoulder instead. I try to control my racing heart but it's no use.

He slides a finger under my chin and tilts my gaze to him with a gentle touch. "You will not fear me. Erase that from your face right now. Hear me one more time, Allison. I will never hurt you. Lay a finger on you outside of giving you only the deepest pleasure I can. You will trust me in everything I do and everything I say because while you refuse to be like your uncle, I am not the lies you hear passed around. You'll only get the truth from me. And one thing the gossip rounds have left out about me is that I keep my word. Always."

I nod, anchoring myself to the here and now from the power of his words and the truth I see staring back at me is all I need to know. Life on the streets made me a quick study of people. There wasn't any other option when men rotated in and out of my life at the whim of my mother's addiction. It was either learn the hard way or be faster than the pieces of crap that thought having a little fun with the junkie's daughter was a suitable pastime.

I was fast and smart.

Emboldened by his words and the truth I feel soul-deep, I give myself permission to believe for the first time in a long time in another human being.

My head spins with the possibilities in his dark, powerful gaze. His chest heaves with the emotion I feel pouring off him.

I lean in next to his ear. "Yes, sir."

I don't know what drove me to say it, but those two little words create a firestorm.

I came here as the good girl wanting to seek justice and fight for my future since I knew no one else would do it for me. But I know in that instant I'm not leaving here as an innocent woman.

The dark, dangerous and ever so protective older man catches my eye as I take in his massive cock through his tuxedo pants that have to cost a fortune. He runs a hand down the huge length and I'm practically cumming in the middle of his library.

I've awakened something in him and I shiver from the decadent promises hidden beneath his hooded gaze.

He turns to the door and slips the lock in place and it's only a matter of a few seconds before he's kneeling in front of me, hands wrapped around my waist.

He leans in and presses soft kisses along my lower abdomen. I'm so absorbed in the feel of his tongue and lips on my skin I don't notice when he slips the zipper to my costume down until the scrap of cloth puddles around my feet.

That leaves me in nothing more than my silk thong and thong.

Did I say wet? I meant drenched. There's not a spot on my panties that isn't wet and I know he sees what he does to my body. His nostrils flare and I move to press my legs together.

He stops me by pushing himself between my thighs which spreads my legs wider for him.

"Remember what I said. Never hide any part of you from me. I want all of you. There's nothing to be shy about, angel. Your excitement for me drives me wild and I love seeing that virgin pussy wet for me."

He slips a finger inside the wet slit of cloth and peels it away from my soft, pouty pussy lips. There's not a question of if he'll make me cum for him—it's only a matter of time.

My knees shake the second he strokes the callused tip of his finger between my sticky, wet lips.

God, was it possible to cum on contact? Because I think I'm close. The fire he's stoked inside me from the second I walked into this library has only grown. One more touch and the delicate seams holding my release and me together will give and I would be orgasming all over his fingers and tongue.

He leans back on his heels and licks off every drop of girl-cum from each finger with such a deep, masculine groan I ache to feel his body pressing against me as he expresses his pleasure, to feel the rumbling quake of his chest against mine.

Part of me wants to tell him I really didn't record our earlier conversation. However, that part about texting my uncle to shove it was true. A feeling in the pit of my stomach is telling me I shouldn't refuse to play into his games, but too late.

I can't pull enough courage together to break the wonderful spell that has befallen me. What if I wake up? What if he realizes he doesn't want a junkie's daughter? Or worse, what if he's only seducing me to keep me from hitting send on the supposed recording?

With both hands on either thigh, he leans in and runs his tongue over my drenched panties and stops when he finds my clit through the thin cloth. I have never felt something so erotic and it sends a flurry of heat through my veins. He presses and circles the sensitive bud hidden between my lips with the tip of his tongue, and I can't take the torture anymore. Or the sight of this powerful billionaire on his knees pleasuring me .

Me.

Never in a million years did I ever see this coming.

I always saw it as the woman on her knees, but as I take in this bold, demanding man I can't help but think of how beautiful he looks with my juices running down his chin. And how much I want to lick his lips.

I slip one finger and then the next into the band of my thong and move to pull the offending material down my thighs so I can feel all the sinful dirty things he wants to do to me.

He skims his large hands over my thighs and stops my movements as I try to move them past my knees.

"Naughty girl." He takes both my hands in one of his and doesn't let go.

"I need to feel you," I half whisper, half groan.

He nips my soft lips before he moves the offending silk back into place over my aching pussy, his hot breaths putting me past simply aroused and firmly into lust-dazed. I always wondered what it would be like to have a real man touch me and now I know I'll never look at boys my age the same way, if ever again.

I gasp and jump as he pulls the string of my thong through the crack of my ass. To counter the tight, delicious pleasure, he strokes a finger through my juices and swirls it around my clit, sending a thrill through my body.

"I'm going to show you the real pleasure a man can give his woman. Show me, baby girl. Show me what's going to be mine. I want to see all of you. Turn in place for me."

He pushes to his feet and slowly drags off his loosened tie and tosses it over the back of the couch. I remind myself I'm not some shy featherweight. I use the massive piece of furniture as support when he works the buttons free on his shirt and peels back the material to reveal the most beautiful masculine body I've ever laid eyes on.

Abs like a Norse god.

Wow. I was so so right. Smooth, tight skin unmarred by tattoos or scars and rippling muscle from chin to waist. I have no doubt everything below the belt line is just as deliciously big.

As I turn I can feel the blazing heat of his gaze on every inch of my exposed cheeks and pert breasts as I face him again. It made me wetter until my inner thighs were lubed with my excitement.

His chest rose and fell in deep breaths. Did I affect him as much as he did me?

Clutching his shirt, he turns to drape it over his desk and my breath stills in my lungs.

On shaky legs, much to my embarrassment, I move forward to him. "It's beautiful." I can't help myself. With a light touch, I trace the colorful lines of the dragon that takes up the full expanse of his massive back.

"The real beauty is you. Now strip for me?"

My brows rise when he turns back to me. "Maybe to you so… agree to disagree on the beautiful part." Compliments were not my thing. The lack of hearing them growing up has left me…I don't know. Cynical, unbelieving?

He shakes his head, his expression turning dark. "Has no one ever told you how divine you are? How gorgeous you look with lust in your eyes and your pussy juices wetting your thighs? You're a goddess and beautiful to only any man with a dick and half a brain."

He closes in a step as I take one in the opposite direction, feeling a little playful.

"Is that so, Mason?" I love the feel of his name on my tongue and grin when he repositions his massive cock in his pants. The thought of how it will feel taking his length inside me soon no longer fills me with uncertainty, but makes me shiver with anticipation.

He grunts. "I gave you an order, angel." He eyes my thong still snugly in place, where he left it.

I don't know what has come over me but I like my sexy playful side. A bold idea slips in and I perch against the high back of the couch, spread my thighs and slip my fingers beneath my thong. My head falls back the second my touch comes in contact with my sensitive nub.

"Stop." He commands and there comes that thrill again.

God, I don't know why but I love it when he goes alpha. My dominant, dark and mysterious soon-to-be lover captures my hand in his and one by one nibbles then sucks at the pads of each finger, sucking the tips into the warm crevice of his mouth, pulling a giggle from me.

"Mmm… that tickles."

"Does this?"

One step and I'm back in his arms, and with one hard tug, the wet thong I used to love joins my shawl.

Pants tear from my lips as I drink in the hard, rippling body towering over me and I run my palms over all that warm, smooth skin.

I wrap my arms around his neck and rise to the tips of my toes to press my lips against his and get another taste of my wicked man.

"If rumors hold any water you are a dangerous man and you yourself said you are a man who gets what he wants," I say breathlessly as I break the kiss.

Mason smiles and that small gesture shoots a blast of heat to my already throbbing clit.

I feel his strong hands run down my body, over my hips until he has my ass in his hands. He hauls me up his body and I wrap my legs around his thick waist.

With a billion-dollar empire under his control I can't help but feel special for all the attention he is lavishing on me. As though I'm worth more than money to him.

Silly thoughts, I know. But I can live a little fantasy, can't I?

Except he's not a fantasy. He is very real and very big between my legs.

The hot, long ridge of his cock presses against my center and I can feel my liquids wet his pants and for once I don't care about being the good girl. I want to be bad, dirty, filthy, and thoroughly fucked by him.

In slow motions I gyrate against him and hold on tight as I dry hump his massive cock, desperate to feel his solid steel in my horny pussy.

I pull back and he holds me protectively. Not horny, I correct myself as I gaze into his dark eyes. No, this goes way deeper than just flesh on flesh need.

I whimper, torn between what I need and what I want. The two polar opposites. I need to get a grip and tear my thoughts and body away from this man and all the decadence his touch promises. I need to secure my future.

But I want him.

I want to feel his body against mine. I want to feel him spread my thighs with his massive body and stretch my virgin hole with his thick cock. Maybe too big cock. For all my lack of experience I can't help but wonder if he'll fit.

"Tell me, angel. What's bothering you?"

"I want and need you, Mason, and it scares me."