Semua Bab Craving The Enemy: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CHAPTER 101TYLER Before I knew it, next my cheek was pressed to the mattress, ass in the air, his big hand locking on the back of my neck.“Mason—”“Shut up,” he growled, dragging his cock back inside me in one brutal thrust that knocked the air right out of my lungs. “You wanted this. Now fucking take it.”A strangled moan tore out of me. His hand tightened on my neck, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me he could end me if he wanted.And then—god help me—the word slipped out before I could stop it.“Daddy—”We both froze.The air went still. His hand twitched on my throat.“…what did you just call me?” Mason’s voice was low, dangerous, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right.I buried my face in the pillow, groaning. “Forget it—shit—I didn’t mean—”“You meant it.” His grip tightened, forcing my head back until I was arching against him. His mouth brushed my ear. “Say it again.”“Mason—”“Not Mason.” His voice dropped into something deep, commanding. My whole body shook. “Say

CHAPTER 103TYLER “Do you glow?” Vesper squinted at me across my desk like she was solving a murder case.I didn’t even look up from my laptop. “No.”“You’re glowing.”“I’m working.”“You’re glowing while working.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Vesper—”Her chair squeaked as she leaned forward. “Did you—” her voice dropped to a whisper, “—get back with Mason?”The pen slipped from my fingers. “What? No.”“You blushed.”“I did not.”“You so did.”“I—” My throat locked because, holy shit, I actually was blushing.Vesper’s jaw fell open, and then she squealed. Like, full-on squealed. My poor assistant outside probably thought I was murdering someone in here.“Oh my God. Oh my God. You did. You so did!”I hissed at her, “Can you not announce it to the whole damn floor?”She bounced in her chair, clapping her hands like a deranged fangirl. “This is the best day of my life.”“Vesper.”“What?” She batted her lashes innocently. “I always said you were endgame. You were just stubborn.”I

105TYLER Mason’s mouth was on me before I even had the chance to argue. Not that I was planning to. My back hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, my suit pants shoved down to my knees in record time, and then—“Oh my—fuck, Mason—”His tongue dragged over me like he hadn’t eaten in days, like I was his favorite meal and he wasn’t leaving a single crumb behind.I clutched at the counter’s edge, knuckles white. “It’s too early for this. You’re—god—you’re insane.”He hummed against me, which was the kind of torture they don’t warn you about in Catholic school. His hands pinned my thighs wide, his jaw flexing as he sucked me down like he had no intention of letting me walk straight to work.“Mason,” I gasped, tugging on his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him off or shove him deeper. “Breakfast, remember? I have a meeting—”He pulled back, lips glistening, eyes wicked. “I am having breakfast.”I groaned. “You’re impossible.”“You’re delicious,” he countered, before diving back

CHAPTER 107TYLERMason’s mouth tore from mine with a wet pop. His pupils were blown, chest heaving, his hands branding my hips so hard I knew I’d bruise.“You’re trembling,” he rasped.“I’m not.” My voice cracked like a liar’s.“You are.” His lips ghosted my ear. “And you’re hard as fuck, Reyes. You gonna let me take care of it?”I swallowed. My father’s voice hissed in the back of my skull—weakness, pathetic, not a Reyes—But Mason’s heat burned louder.“Do it,” I muttered. “Make me forget.”His grin was feral. “With pleasure.”In one move he stood, hauling me up like I weighed nothing. My back hit the desk, papers scattering to the floor like worthless confetti. The neat rows of numbers I’d buried myself in—gone. All that mattered was him between my legs, his mouth devouring mine again, his hands tugging my slacks down until the cool air hit my skin.“Fuck,” I groaned, my tie hanging loose, shirt ripped open. “This is—this is insane—”“You like insane,” he cut in, biting my jaw. “Y

CHAPTER 109TYLER The building was dark by the time we finally staggered toward the underground parking lot. My tie was hanging like a noose around my neck, Mason’s hand firmly around my wrist as if I’d bolt if he let go.I didn’t. I couldn’t.We walked in silence, the echo of our footsteps bouncing off the concrete. I was hyperaware of everything—the bruises forming on my hips, the soreness deep inside me, the way his jacket was draped over my shoulders because I’d torn mine to hell.“You’re quiet,” Mason said.I shrugged, staring at the ground. “I’m tired.”“Bullshit. You’re thinking.”“I’m always thinking.”“Not like this.” His tone softened, less cocky now. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”My throat worked. “Just… adjusting.”He chuckled low. “Adjusting to being thoroughly fucked stupid in your own office?”“Mason,” I muttered, heat crawling up my neck.“What? You can’t expect me not to tease.” He tugged me closer as we reached the car, his lips brushing my temple. “But fin