WRECK ME QUIETLY

MA

your dr

ion. Not an invitation. Mason's voice was smoo

n't a

ith trembling fingers. The fabric felt so smoot

d desire, as though I were stepping into a role

st rose and fell with shallow breaths, like I could somehow o

ant to stop. I

ngered on me, unwavering, like a predator studying its prey. I hated how

ke I was something

didn't

oul

this. I

lips, a subtle, deliberate gestu

lmost apologetic, but the words felt forced. A

es. Mason didn't smile like normal guys. His smiles were twisted, cold, like

ed tha

as s

only smiled when

n ar

t was easie

f my neck, on the smooth skin of my shoulders, as

ling with the faint smell of books, old le

le shuffle of his feet and the scrape

my hips, his touch almost gentle, but there was no mistaking the pos

he, Sa

enough. My body was tight, every muscle s

" I wh

s body against mine. He was hard. I could feel it pressing

the waistband of my panties. I gasped, bu

u're alre

mix with something else-a deep

ady shaking from

gathered there. A sharp breath escaped my lungs when he slid his finger i

sn't

at

ever

ade my skin burn in all the wrong ways, sti

need

, fast circles. My legs trembled. I couldn't hold back the

mured, low and dark

oice sent shivers through me or the fact that

barely audible, but I c

me, the motion quickening, pulling me into a spiral of need. I could feel the tight c

d, almost like an order.

see that part of me-the part that let him h

ody betr

came, my body trembling, shak

them clean. His eyes never left mine as he did it, as though he were savo

could think about was

h more

ed on me, watching me with a calculated, almost bored e

't move. I

n't do

pants, and I could see how h

I should've said no. B

he commanded, his vo

of the desk pressed into my ribs, grounding me

himself behind me, his breath hot against

he overwhelming feeling of being fill

and demanding. Every movement was brutal, relentless, as

nd unrelenting, drowning out everything else. My hands clawed at th

d yanking my head back. I met his gaze in the mirror acro

and possessive. H

e breathed. "That

king me feel like this. But instead, something inside

myself from whis

easure spiraled tighter inside me with each brutal thrust, an

me," Mason

ed. "M

ng inside me shatter. My body trembled as I came again, the o

ust, Mason groaned as he came inside me, his

anting, our chests risi

t, everythi

ifferent. He grabbed a tissue from the drawer,

d, his voice flat. "N

I hurriedly pulled my dress back on. My hands fum

elope on the des

d, he walked to the

y hands shaking, and left

behind me, but the sou

y chest, feeling the r

t so