Sin For Me

Chapter 20 ☑️

Mason

Time passed effortlessly when Megan was by my side. Everything with her was effortless. She had a hold on me that was intangible. She made me happy. It had been many years since I was truly happy. My family  had once said my heart was too cold, and incapable of love. But they were wrong. Megan changed my views entirely. She was the one. If only she had met me first.

Growing up in a family like mine had it's disadvantages. I was taught all the wrong lessons, and took more than I gave in return. It was merely my upbringing I had to blame. My entire life had been nothing more than a series of devious schemes.

But life was simple, for now. I could live in the moment, in a bubble rather. With Megan. Away from the drama and trail of danger that lurked within the depths of my mind.

I just wished life were truly that simple, not built upon a foundation of lies and secrets that haunted me at the end of each day.  I wished I had met her on typical terms, rather than problematic schemes. We could have had a normal relationship, not burdened by the constant threat of danger and mistrust.

There was no sincerity in my life before Megan. Everything had either been handed down to me, or taken by force. My relationship with Megan was no different, I realized. I had taken her—by force—placing her under my spell, under false pretenses. She was vulnerable, and I pursued her nonetheless. I wasn't proud of my actions. In retrospect, I was no better than my brother. Although, my heart was in a better state, and my actions were forgone by passion.

I could  live in this moment forever—her lying next to me every day, and claiming her body in ways unimaginable. She was mine, for now. Sooner or later, however, her dreadful memories would resurface. She would connect the missing pieces and remember Max. She would remember that night. She would remember us. And she would remember what we did. She would remember me.

She would hate me undoubtably. She would blame herself. And me. For taking matters that far.

Life wouldn't be the same once she left mine. But she was just as guilty as I. For her, though, I would take the blame. Everything I risked to have her for myself would be for nothing, I dwelled. I couldn't be alone again. Not after I had a taste of what life with her could be like.

Her smile brought happiness into my dark soul. She gave me hope for myself. I could be a better person, right? She could change me for the better. I was tired of being the bad guy. I didn't want that life anymore. I didn't care about the family business. All of those things I would willingly give up. For her.

She had taken a chance on me, given my recent confessions. She saw something in me that I didn't see in myself. If she could believe in me, couldn't I do the same for myself?

But with every passing day, I prayed Megan's past would remain forgotten. Too many painful memories threatened my current happiness. And hers. It would only complicate matters more. We could build a relationship anew, without all the tainted years of the past interfering.

If there was anything I learned throughout my years, it was that with a blink of an eye, everything could change...

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Megan

Mason was an insatiable sex god. He devoured my body like no other man ever had and I enjoyed our time together, more than any hobby I ever relished. He was my drug, and I was his addiction. It was as if our bodies were made for one another.

We were two broken souls, brought together by unsuitable circumstances. We hardly knew one another, yet his presence felt so familiar. It was as if I could have known him in an alternate universe.

An uneasy feeling soon blanketed me as he made love to me once more. With each gentle stroke , it seemed as if it would be his last. The feeling was difficult to express—he was here with me physically, but his mind appeared to be elsewhere.

It felt like I was losing him before I even had a chance to truly know him.

Did my meddling deter him away from me? I wondered. Whatever he's hiding in that room must be a real deal-breaker, I perceived.

Do I dare continue to meddle in his personal affairs? I questioned my inner self. I craved his trust. I wanted nothing more than a meaningful relationship, a solid foundation built from trust and true love. I could envision myself loving Mason, but did I trust him? Not entirely. We were still too new.

My trust hid behind the doors of the mysterious red room. I had to find out what he was hiding, in order to fully give myself to him. It was selfish of me not to.

"Mason," I moaned into his neck as he continued stroking his length throughout my body. "Is everything okay?"

He paused, still buried deep inside me, and stared deep into my eyes. "Nothing's okay, Megan. I love you,  I always have. We need to talk."

Not what I was expecting, I thought puzzlingly as he slid his erection from deep within me and lay beside me. Those four words never meant anything good.

"I haven't been truly honest with you, Megan," he started. "I was afraid to lose you if you discovered the whole truth."

The gaze hidden beneath his eyes made me putty in his arms. Whatever he was bound to tell me would either make or break this relationship we had. I prayed for the former.

"Get dressed. There's something I need to show you," he urgently demanded.

I obediently grabbed my dress from the floor, and tugged it over my rustled hair. He tugged on his jeans, gently grasping my hand, and leading the way to the truth...