If You Could Only See

Chapter 12

Mason~

I knew that this was insanity at its finest, but I wanted nothing more in the world than to go back in time and keep Branson Morgan from ever touching Shane. Once she'd said that no man had ever touched her before Branson, I had irrationally wanted that moment to be mine, and that irrationality was making it imperative that I fuck her tonight.

Branson's hands may have been the first to be on her body, but she was right; it'd been over her clothes, and it'd meant nothing. That was the only thing keeping me from killing the sonofabitch. Still, to make sure that everything she had to give was mine, and mine alone, I was going to get her naked and underneath me tonight.

In hindsight, I guess it was a good thing that she wasn't overly sentimental about her virginity. I mean, I'd wait for her if she'd been, but I wouldn't have liked it. Plus, now, looking down at her, seeing how flustered she was over the filth that just left my mouth, it was all that I could do not to take her right now. Still, even if she wasn't overly concerned about losing her virginity at a house party in some random bedroom, I still wasn't up for that. Our first time would be private and uninterrupted.

I leaned down, then started dropping kisses along the delicate skin of her jaw. In between kisses, I said, "Tell me that's what you want, too, Shane. Tell me that you want me to take you back to your apartment and fuck you all night long."

Her voice was shaky and heavy with desire. "I...ca...can't think when y...you're doing that," she stuttered.

I knew that I could be arrogant at times, but I couldn't help the smirk that teased my lips. It made me feel like a warrior conqueror to hear her admit that. I trailed my lips down her neck, and the shivers that took over her body were killing me. She wasn't trying to hide any of her reactions, and that openness had my dick harder than it'd ever been.

"Good," I said, smiling against her skin. "I don't want you to be able to think. I want you to just feel. Feel me."

"Mason..." she whispered, finally sounding resigned to her situation.

"Say the words, Shane." I stopped kissing her, then pulled back to look into her face. "Open your eyes, look at me, and tell me, baby."

Shane's hazel eyes popped open, and the second that they connected with mine, I knew that I had her. I knew that she was going to give herself to me, and I knew that I was going to keep her for-fucking-ever. I didn't care what anyone had to say about it, she was mine now.

"Wh...what you said...about me belonging to you..."

Those weren't the words that I'd been expecting, but... "What about it?"

"What did you mean by that?" she asked. "What exactly does that mean?"

"I already told you," I replied, curious about where she was going with this.

"I...I know...but..."

I stared down at her, and suddenly, I could see how very important this was to her. I also knew that my next words would determine how she'd end up feeling about me.

About us.

In all my life, I'd never been more nervous than I was in this moment. All my father's beatings and berating, my mother's neglect...none of it had ever made me felt more anxious than I felt right now. I mean, my words would not change the outcome of our situation; Shane was mine, end of story. Still, I wanted her to want to be with me. Her wanting to be with me would make her loyal to me more than any threats ever would.

I cupped her face in my hands, then told her the truth. "It means that you are mine to protect, please, cherish, and satisfy. It means that anything and everything you do, from this moment forward, will not be done alone. It means that I will never let anyone hurt you. It means that I will always have your back, and I'll never lie to you."