Page 56 of The Masks We Burn
“Goddamnit, Amora.” I don’t get two feet before he’s on me, grabbing me around the waist and tossing me over his shoulder.
“Put me down! I am not a child!” I raise a hand to hit his back, but he whips around and places me softly on the ground.
He holds my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. I don’t want to look at him because the anger… no, the jealousy will fade, and truth is, I am overreacting. But for a purpose. Already, we’ve let this turn into something we shouldn’t. Already, my ego is forgetting the devastation it was put through when I decided to give someone a chance. This is happening too fast and too hard, and I need this separation.
“It’s hard for me to not treat you like this when you’re this upset. You’re letting your anger make the decisions here and put you in an unsafe situation. If you don’t want me to explain, fine, but please let me take you home.”
“We aren’t even together, so why are you trying to even explain in the first place?” My stomach tenses, not knowing what he may say or why I even want to know. I should just keep the anger going but it’s getting harder by the second.
“You’re my fiancée.”
“Fakefiancée, William.”
“Fake or not, I respect the monogamy of it. Second, I care about you. Enough that one, I don’t want you walking the side of the fucking road at twelve in the morning, while looking like a fucking snack no less. But two, because it was legit the worst misunderstanding possible, and I want you to know I would never do that to you. Fuck buddies or not.”
I swallow thickly, my heart squeezing so hard, I rub at my chest. “So tell me what happened.”
Will sighs, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he drops his hands. “I was waiting for the elevator, and she made a comment about going down in reference to the floors that made me think about all the things I wanted to do to you tonight. When we got inside, I was still lost in my fucking head and didn’t even notice she was so close till she tried to touch me. I grabbed her hand and the doors opened when I was trying to tell her I was with someone.”
I chew on my bottom lips, ignoring how everything he says drips into my veins, cooling my body down from my self-inflicted rage. “I’m... I’m sorry I overreact—”
He shakes his head. “You didn’t. You saw something that looked bad, and whether you want to admit it or not, you felt some way about it. It’s understandable. I’d be livid if I saw you like that.”
“Livid?”
“When you said yes to our new arrangement, you became mine, no matter how temporary. Likewise, I’m all yours.”
Flutters erupt in my stomach, and suddenly I realize that no armor I wear is strong enough to defend me from the guy with the dark green eyes and the keys to unlock the damn thing at will.
White puffs of air surround me as I scoff, resignation settling over my fried nerves. It makes him smirk, gripping both sides of my hips. “Can I take you home now?”
I nod, shivering against him, now realizing how cold it is. He leads me back to the truck but instead of opening the passenger door, he opens the back. I look at him with raised eyebrows, but he only winks and tilts his head.
Eyeing him suspiciously, I clamber inside, yelping when a sharp pop rings out, followed by a stinging sensation on my ass. “Did you just?”
“Yep,” he states simply, climbing in behind me and shutting the door.
He shoves the bags on the floor before grabbing my shins, yanking me forcefully. I fall back, hitting the warm seats. Will wastes no time lifting my maxi skirt and ripping my panties off with one swift yank. “I have been thinking about this all fucking day.”
I try to squeeze my thighs together, but he pushes them apart, swiping two fingers through my folds I didn’t even realize were so wet. He smirks before sucking each one into his mouth, licking them clean.
His eyes roll as he cracks his neck to the side, his voice deep with hunger. “You taste so goddamn good, Amora.”
I squirm against him, suddenly desperate for him to fuck any remaining jealousy in my mind into oblivion. “Arms up. Don’t you fucking think about moving them.”
After I obey, one of his hands slides under my thin sweater, his fingers finding my nipple before giving it a sharp squeeze. I yelp, my hips bucking against him as my back arches. The pain quickly evaporates into delicious pleasure as he leans over me, his warm breath at my ear. “That was for making me watch that sexy ass walk away from me at the hotel.”
His teeth graze the shell of my ear before he nips at the lobe. “For ignoring me when I was calling after you.”
The hand on my breast disappears before finding my neck and putting just enough pressure that my center throbs. “This is for yelling at me and making me feel like a total asshole when I wouldn’t dare fuck anyone else but you.”
That one makes me mewl, rotating my hips to brush my bare pussy against the erection right under the sweats separating us.
“And this...” He pauses, shoving down the joggers and lining himself up, pressing the head teasingly at my entrance. “Is to show you that this dick belongs to you, just like this pussy belongs to me.”
He rams inside me so hard I see stars, my screams filling the cabin when he pulls all the way out and does it again. No longer able to listen, my arms fly around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He bares his teeth, hissing before biting into the curve of my neck, groaning with each thrust.
When he draws himself out, I move, meeting him halfway until my legs begin to tremble, no longer able to support me with my impending orgasm. He must feel me getting close, and he drives in harder, hitting a spot so far back, I didn’t even know it existed.
