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Obsession in the dark PT. 5
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The moment hung in the air, sharp as broken glass. Lily’s eyes locked on mine, wide and trembling, then darted under the table where Mason’s foot had been pressed against me only seconds ago. She didn’t say a word at first, but the silence was heavier than any scream.I pulled back in my chair, my lips parting to explain, to plead, but nothing came out. My throat was dry. Mason just leaned back, his expression unreadable, the faint curl of smoke rising from the cigarette between his fingers like he was watching a movie he already knew the ending to.“You-” Lily’s voice cracked before she steadied it. “What the hell was that?”“Lily—” My voice wavered. “It’s not—”“Oh, don’t even try,” she snapped, her face hardening. “I’m not stupid.”She spun on her heel and stalked out. My chest was tight, my legs weak, but I forced myself after her, catching up in the hall.“Please, just let me explain,” I begged, my words tumbling over themselves.She whirled around, eyes glossy with anger. “Expla
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Five minutes. That’s all it was after Mason said it. The longest five minutes of my life. My body was a wreck, aching and humming, and I just stumbled back to Lily’s room in a daze. I heard the front door slam, Lily leaving for good this time. The sound. It should've been a relief. But it wasn't. It was just a prelude. The house was quiet again, but this silence wasn't empty. It was filled with him. With us. ****************I woke up tangled in sheets that smelled of him, my body marked in ways that made my skin flush just thinking about it. The morning was a new kind of torture.Sunlight streamed into the kitchen, offensively bright and cheerful. It glinted off the silverware on the table where the three of us sat. Lily, Mason, and me. A happy little trio eating pancakes. It was so painfully, horrifically normal that it felt like a scene from a surrealist nightmare.Lily, completely oblivious, chattered away, her voice a jarring counterpoint to the silent, screaming tension stretch
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My heart didn't just hammer, it tried to beat its way out of my chest. It was a frantic bird trapped in the cage of my ribs, slamming against bone in a primal, mindless panic. The world narrowed to two impossible, colliding realities: Mason, still buried deep inside me, and Lily’s voice, cheerful and oblivious, echoing from the front hall.“Who the fuck is that?” he growled, the vibration a low, lethal hum that traveled from his chest directly into my spine.My throat was sealed shut. I couldn’t have answered him if I’d wanted to. Before the question even fully registered, the front door burst open. Light from the porch flooded the foyer, spilling a pale, ghostly rectangle onto the living room floor.“Jade? Mason? You guys home?”Lily’s laughter bounced off the walls, a sound that had always meant comfort and home, but now it was the sound of my own personal apocalypse. My blood ran cold, a glacial sludge in my veins. This was it. The nightmare. We were caught. We were ruined. I was r
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He didn’t let go of my hand. His grip was strong, pulling me from the living room’s soft shadows into the starker darkness of the kitchen. My bare feet padded silently on the cool tiles, a stark contrast to the heat thrumming through my veins. The air here was different, smelling faintly of coffee and citrus, but all I could register was the scent of him—sweat, chlorine, and raw, unfiltered want.He didn't slow until we reached the large granite island in the center of the room. Without a word, he spun me around and shoved me forward. My stomach and thighs hit the edge of the cold stone with a jolt that stole my breath. I braced myself with my hands, the polished surface shockingly frigid against my palms.He pressed his body against my back, the heat of him a brand against my skin. His erection was a thick, insistent pressure against the cleft of my ass. I was bent over, exposed, my reflection a distorted, shadowy mess in the dark granite.“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” he murm
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I didn’t even have time to catch my breath. My chest was still heaving, my thighs still twitching from the last orgasm when his hands were on me again........hard, determined, almost angry. He yanked me up from the rug like I was nothing, my knees buckling the second I was upright. His grip kept me from collapsing. He didn’t wait for me to steady myself—just threw me onto the couch. My head banged against the armrest. A dull, dizzy knock.Then he was on me, a predator reclaiming his territory. The brief, almost gentle moment was over. This? This was a storm.His mouth crashed down on mine, no longer just taking but conquering. His teeth scraped my bottom lip, and I gasped. The tiny sting of pain sent a fresh wave of heat through me. His hands were everywhere. Rough and merciless. One hand tangled in my hair, anchoring my head, while the other roamed, fingers digging into my ribs, my stomach, the soft flesh of my inner thighs. He wasn’t exploring. He was branding me.His mouth left min
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The heat felt so alive....not just in the air, but in me, curling under my skin like it had teeth. It pressed down until my tank top clung damp to my chest, until the sheets knotted around my legs and made me want to claw my way out of them. Sleep wasn’t an option at least not tonight.Tonight was different.I’d been here in Lily’s room a hundred times, sprawled across the same bed, surrounded by posters curling at the edges and the soft, faded ghosts of teenage sleepovers. But Lily was gone for the weekend, and her brother was home.Mason.Just thinking of him made me press my thighs together. He’d been a constant shadow for years, always in the background, always dangerous in the way that had nothing to do with weapons and everything to do with the way he looked at you — like he already knew how you’d sound breaking apart under him. He moved like he owned his space, slow and deliberate, like he could crush you or kiss you and you’d be too dizzy to care which.We’d never crossed the
