Captured by him

Chapter 33

I was caught where I wish I wasn't. Sometimes it would have been nice to think things through before I did them, but I guess that just wasn't me. I could have done things differently. I didn't have to touch Ryker, or I mean grind on him, but I had a chance to piss Mason off and at the time, it seemed like the best idea in the world.

His eyes locked onto mine. I think he would have liked it if I had looked down at my feet or anywhere but his eyes, but I didn't. His eyes had fires dancing through them but somehow they were still cold and I was frozen. 

I knew he was frustrated at my lack of willingness to submit to him. That I had touched another man. That I touched another man in front of him. That I basically said to him that I would sleep with anyone but him. I would keep whatever I could from him. That I kept trying to run. Escape him. That I wouldn't submit.

He had me right where he wanted me. When I held his eye contact, I noticed his grip on my hands tightening, begging me to defy him. Urging me to test him, to make him mad. He was fighting his sadistic pleasures and I could see that, but I was not going to give him credit for what any decent person should do. 

Or maybe he wasn't fighting them. Maybe he wanted me to act out, to challenge him. Maybe he wanted me to fuel them. He wanted me to make my punishment worse.

I didn't bat my lashes or playing dumb or apologetic. I had done what I had. I knew there were risks and so be it, but I wasn't just going to sit cooped up all day in his stupid room. Fuck him. I was so sick of everyone in this stupid mafia. 

I despised Marco for making Lulu his. The thought of Aiden repulsed me. I hated Mason and his sadistic nature. I hated that he could speak so many languages. That he was always going to be stronger than me. For taking me. For controlling every aspect of my life. I hated everyone.

I hated myself.

I narrowed my eyes. My lips rubbed against one another as my jaw clenched. My eyebrows furrowed. I held my ground, my two feet firmly placed on the floor. I began to move my balled fists up from my side, but Mason preempted my moves, as always.

He didn't blink once. He breathed out of his nose, almost panting. As if he was trying to tame his temper. My hands were now held above my head by one of his. His free hand, tracing my jaw.

"What exactly were you planning on doing, baby?"

What was I planning on doing? If I thought this was a good chance for an escape attempt, I must have been severely sleep-deprived. If I wanted to make Mason mad, I had done that pretty well. 

Good one, Lise. Check the 'Make Mason furious' box off for today. Task done! Go have a break, treat yourself. 

I couldn't remember why I had done this in the first place. I knew I was bored, but this bored? What was I thinking?

I kept silent. How did I want this to go? Knowing Mason, he would want more. More of what? I didn't know. I had to choose how I wanted this to go. There were probably two ways it would go.

I would have to continue this little display I so brilliantly thought of.

Mason would let me leave, but oh god, would tonight be bad.

Fuck, Lise. What the fuck were you thinking?

"I asked a question. I expect an answer." Mason said, grazing his lips over my cheek.

If I chose now, who knows how it would turn out? If I chose later, he would have had time to premeditated whatever would happen.

"I'm waiting." He said, bringing his lips towards mine.