BLOODHOUNDS #4: THE DARK KNIGHT

Chapter 11 - A MESS

Everly Jordan

I pushed Mason's chest to get off his lap, but he grabbed my arm tightly, holding me in place. He answered the call and put the phone to his ear. I dug my nails into his skin, trying to escape his grip.

I can't believe that I'm screwing someone who's taken.

He has a fiancee, for his sake, and I just came on his hand. Fucking hell, I will cut his balls at night for lying about his relationship st-wait. I never actually asked or made sure if he's single.

Fuck me. I'm going to hell.

"Hello, fiancee." He said in an annoyed tone. I can't believe he's talking to his fiancee in the same manner that he gave to me. "I'm in New York for work. I'm busy, I don't have time to play as Ken, Ana." His fiancee's name is Ana.

"If you want to die, please come to New York. I'll buy you two coffins, one for your body and one for your fucking head." I almost gasped, hearing him speak to his fiancee like that. Mason put her on speaker, and he unzipped his pants, making me look at him like he was crazy.

"Buy three. I'm taking you down with me." I got up from his lap when he took his cock out. "Besides, I told him I'm going wedding dress shopping with you." This crazy man. Mason grabbed me by my neck, forcing me to sit back on his lap.

"We're not going to do that, Ana." Mason hissed as he kept trying to make me sit on him. I tried my best to push him away.

"We are, and you know your parents are pushing the wedding date forward." I turned to his phone, and he caught me off guard. Before I can react, he put his cock inside of me. I gasped.

"Mason, wh-"

"You can go wedding dress shopping alone or take Asher with you." Mason cut Ana to distract her. I glared at him, and he smirked as he touched my waist. I didn't want to move. He got up, making me stand up. He started thrusting in and out of me, fucking me into oblivious while his fiancee was still on the phone.

Our eyes met, and he started to fasten his pace. And I covered my mouth so I wouldn't make any noise.

"Mason, I'm going to New York now. You better send Leroy to pick me up!" I tried to push him away, but his grip was so tight I couldn't even move an inch away from him.

"I said no, Ana." He put his thumb in my clit, rubbing it. I threw my head back, completely going crazy. My whole body loved every second of it when my head hated it. Mason groaned as he went deeper.

"Are you working out right now?" My eyes widened, and I looked at Mason.

"And you're interrupting me," Mason smirked.

"I'll see you in a few hours, baby." She ended the call, and I screamed in pleasure when he pinched my nipple.

"You're fucking crazy!" I hissed.

"Yet your pussy is getting wetter for me, and you take my cock like a good girl." He pulled out and flipped me around. He bent me to the table and spanked me so hard that I whimpered. He put his cock back into my pussy and started to fuck me deeper until I couldn't help but bit my bottom lips to prevent myself from moaning.

"Fuck." He groaned as he grabbed my hair, pulling my body to him. He lifted my leg to the table so he could go deeper. His hands wrapped around my breasts, squeezing my nipples so hard that my orgasm went up to the roof. He used his left hand to rub my clit, and I threw my head back to his shoulder.

"That's right. Come on, my cock." He whispered to my ear, and I did. He came inside of me right after, and he pushed all the plates away when I tried to process everything. He turned me around and pushed my body to the table.

I laid on it, and when his mouth met my pussy, I flinched, but he held me in place with his hands on my thigh. He started licking and sucking me. He was eating me out like he starved himself for days.

"Fuck... ah..." I arched my body, feeling his tongue inside of me. "Mason..." I moaned as I ran my hand through his messy hair. I pushed his head to me, wanting more. He teased me by kissing my clit and licking it slowly.

"Mason... oh fuck. Please..." I begged. He started devouring me and added his two fingers. My body melted, and I came again. He kept going and ended up fucking me again. He dragged me down until I was all fours on the floor. He fucked me again until I can't even stand on my own.

He brought me to the bathroom turning on the shower. He put soap all over me and washed me. My body froze like a statue, but they loved his touch. He played with my nipples and moved down to my ass.

"How do you feel that you're my dirty little secret?" He forced me to look at him.

"Fuck you." I hissed.

"As you wish." He fucked me again in the shower. I kicked him out after he came inside of me. I finished my shower and walked out to change into my hoodie.

"Why didn't you tell me that you have a fiancee?!" I asked him while he was drinking his coffee.

"Why should I?" I grabbed a vase, planning to throw it to his face.

"You're cheating on her with me! I'm such a fool for not asking if you're single!" I ran my hands through my hair, completely frustrated. He looked so calm, and I sat across him. "You often cheat on her, do you?" I narrowed my eyes on him.

"Yes, and I will keep doing it. For now, you're my plaything anyway, and I will use you until I'm bored."

"No! We will never have sex again."

"Your pussy loves my cock so there's no way you can resist me. You came three times today, and you're already wet again."

"We're not going to have sex again. You're not allowed to be near me again!" I got up and made my way to the bedroom. I locked the door and laid on the bed. My hand slipped into my panties, and I was certainly wet.

Fuck.

Fuck him for not telling me!