Love Me A Fucking Hole

MASON POV

"Don't you love it, Layla? There's no need to hide it, tell him how good I fuck you," I taunted, a wicked, razor-sharp smirk spreading across my face as I stepped fully into the locker room.

"Stop this rubbish, Mason!" Layla snapped, whirling around to face me before turning back to Kieran in desperation. "Kieran, I am so sorry. I know I've done something terrible, but... but I promise it will never happen again!"

She almost dropped straight to her knees, clutching her hands in front of her chest as she begged him. But when I looked into Kieran's cold, detached eyes, there wasn't a single shred of remorse or warmth. I knew right then that no matter how much she humiliated herself on this floor, he was never going to forgive her.

I strode over to Layla, wrapped a rough hand around her arm, and hauled her back up to her feet.

"Look at him," I commanded, pointing a finger straight at Kieran while forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look at who you're begging. He doesn't give a single shit about you."

I muttered the words heavily, trying to goad Kieran into a blind fury, but he didn't even flinch. He just stood there like a statue. I clenched my fists tightly at my sides, my pulse spiking with annoyance. As far as I knew, Kieran was obsessed with Layla, so why wasn't he losing his mind over my words?

That frustration, however, was quickly pushed aside by a far more urgent problem. I needed to know if the mate mark burning on my collarbone had a twin on her skin.

I leaned in closer to her, narrowing my eyes as my gaze scanned her throat, her chest, and the sensitive skin behind her ears but there was nothing but a fl ear, unmarked skin.

A heavy, ice-cold knot formed in my gut. If she isn't the one I mated with, then who the fuck did I mark?If I didn't figure out who I was bound to before my mother found out, I was dead.

"Can't you just leave us alone, Mason? You're making everything so much worse!" Layla sobbed, violently stamping her heel against the polished marble floor. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably as fresh tears flooded down her cheeks, which she frantically tried to wipe away with the back of her trembling hand.

"I'm making matters worse?" I scoffed, my eyebrows shooting up as I stared down at her. Taking a step forward, my jaw set hard. "You came to my room and offered yourself to me for two thousand dollars. I never forced you to do anything."

Layla dropped her head, her fingers twisting together into a nervous knot. Her lower lip quivered before she forced herself to look back up, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Oh... shut the fuck up, Mason!" she snapped, wiping her tear-stained cheeks as she glared at me. "If you have so many girls lining up for you like you always claim, why did you offer to pay me even more money if we recorded a video of me down on my knees?"

My eyes narrowed into slits, my hands balling into tight fists as the last remnants of my patience snapped. "Because I wanted to show your precious captain the lying slut he was dating."

"You absolute…”she started, her voice faltering as she shook with rage.

"Enough!" Kieran's voice echoed through the locker room. He stepped forward, pointing a stern finger directly at the exit. "If you two want to keep screaming at each other, get the fuck out of my locker room."

I let out a harsh, dry laugh. "What, aren't you pissed your girlfriend had my cock in her mouth? The exact same mouth she kisses you with?"

"Mason!" Kieran roared, his eyes flashing with pure fury as he charged straight at me.

"What are you going to do, huh?" I challenged, stepping into his space as his hands reached out. "Grab my collar like you did at the party?"

"I'm going to shut that filthy mouth of yours once and for all," Kieran growled through gritted teeth, his fingers locking tightly around the neck of my jacket.

I lunged forward, matching his aggression by grabbing his collar just as hard. With a surge of momentum, I shoved him back. He stumbled against the metal benches, but I stepped forward instantly, refusing to yield an inch.

Catching sight of the escalating violence, Layla let out a squeal of terror, turned on her heel, and ran out through the swinging double doors.

"Look at you... pathetic," I sneered, pointing at him as my chest heaved with heavy breaths. "You're throwing punches over a girl who doesn't give a damn about you."

"Bastard!" he cursed, his face twisted in rage as he pulled his right fist back and hurled it toward my face.

I tracked the movement, snapping my arm up to catch his wrist mid-air. Narrowing my eyes, I twisted his arm downward, leveraging my weight to force him backward into the wall.

"You're going to regret crossing me, Kieran," I threatened, pinning his shoulder against the hard surface while my grip on his collar tightened until my knuckles turned white.

"Let me go!" he grunted, straining against my weight, his heels skidding across the floor as his chest heaved for air.

I held him pinned, staring directly into his defiant, dark eyes, my own chest rising and falling as adrenaline coursed through my veins. But as he thrashed against my hold, his collar pulled back, exposing the base of his neck.

My gaze locked onto his skin. My breathing stopped.

Roughly carved into the junction where his neck met his shoulder was a jagged, inflamed half-moon mate mark, a raw burning crest that perfectly mirrored the fresh mark searing my own skin.

My blood ran completely cold. “Stop struggling," I demanded, my voice dropping into a shocked, deadly whisper as I searched his face in absolute disbelief. "Why the hell do you have a mate mark? Who marked you?!"