All Because Of Him

forty eight.

 I moan as he clings my body deeper onto his, our mouths intertwined with each other as if they were one. I bring my hands up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

I just couldn't get enough.

His lips felt like silk against my own, his body engulfed mine with pleasure as his hands roamed all along my body, taking me in.

'I'm sure you'll be back in my bed in no time.'

The words Mason said to me come rushing back into my mind, reminding me how much of a bad idea this is. There is so much history between Mason and I; the fact that we grew up together, his cousin being my best friend, and let's not forget that I'm living with him now.

And what would happen if this got even more complicated? I would have to leave, go back home to face my mother. And what about Jessica? Natalie? They've told me countless times that Mason isn't capable of anything other than a quick fuck.

Who am I kidding? Mason will get bored of me just like all the other girls he's slept with. If I were to let my guard down and let him take control he would immediately lose interest in me and leave. How could he not?

Everything in my body draws me to this man, but the stakes are simply too high in this one.

My body stiffens against him and I manage to pull myself away from his grasp. I take a small step back creating distance between us as I try to catch my breath. He looks at me as I sever our mouths apart like I had just done something wrong.

"We can't." I say, shaking all the sexual thoughts of him out of my head.

I couldn't give in. This man hurt me, he used me to get what he wanted; it's what he always does.

His emotions confuse me, it's not simple with him and it never will be.

I can already feel myself growing attached, but what good will that do? I'm only a number on his list of women he's fucked, and that's all I'll ever be to him.

"Is this about what I said?" He questions, taking a step closer to me.

"Of course it is, Mason. You hurt me, it's all you ever do.. This was a mistake, alright." I could feel the tears in my eyes start to form and I try like hell to blink them away.

"This whole thing was a mistake." I finish, my voice unsteady. Even saying those words out loud felt like poison in my mouth.

If this really is a mistake why does it feel so good?

So right?

But I can't let myself get hurt anymore.

"Isabelle, stop." Mason demands, he places his hand against my cheek, but I force it away. I can't bear to look at him, it is all becoming too much.

"Look at me, Isabelle." He whispered, his eyes burning holes into my face.

I try to steady my shaky breath and grow grateful that I was able to control my tears before any of them started to fall.

I didn't want him to see how weak he makes me.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want this- that you don't want me." The sound of his voice starts to melt my insides.

I pause for a moment before connecting my eyes to his. His green orbs look dark, and hungry; hungry for more than what I am giving him.

"Tell me, and I'll go." He finishes and I continue to stare into him, all the words I have ever known have left my mind.