Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

I told Mason and Marco everything I could remember. And they just sat there, listening.

"H-he never got to raped me, he died t-trying," I stammered as I recall it, my tears streaming down my face. "I-I had to kill him to save myself. And when Ian did the same, all my past wounds ripped open and severed me even more," I trailed off, words came out softer and softer than the first.

"Oh, love," Marco hugged me, "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

Mason was holding my hand and brought it his lips, "Paula, I promise you none of that will ever happen again. I'd die if I have to."

"No," I mumbled as I unlatched from both of their touches. "No more someone else's blood on my hands." I wiped the tears off my face.

"And Ian? Please let me handle him for you. I don't want you to trouble yourself with that fucking asshole," Mason begged.

"Mason, he's mine," I sneered at him.

"What do you plan with him?" Marco asked with clenched jaw. I knew he's not impressed with my decision as well.

"Depends on my sessions with Dr. Boone," I answered him. I only earned a arched eyebrow from Marco and a clenched jaw from Mason, clearly not pleased. They wanted to act on it right away. But this was my decision to make.

"Come on, eat," Mason put the tray in front of me and I instantly heard my stomach rumble. I dug in as they both watched me intensely, like they were jealous of the food I put in my mouth.

"Could you please stop watching my mouth?" I asked both of them.

"Then what do you want us to do with your mouth if not watch it?" Mason asked. I bit my lip at the dirty idea he put on my mind.

"We have so little patience left, Paula," Marco warned, "stop biting your lip." His eyes glued on my lips, clearly struggling to hold himself.

I wanted to test their patience so bad but I was worried my mind will take some things the wrong way and trigger another attack.

Just a little tease won't hurt.

I put the food in my mouth and moaned loudly. "God, this is so good," I threw my head back as I chewed the food, closed my eyes and relished at the taste. I opened my eyes and looked at them.

Both their eyes were on my neck, watching my throat bobbed up and down as the food passed through it. Mason groaned and loosened up one button of his shirt. Marco clenched his jaw as he rubbed his nape slowly.

"Stop. Testing. Us," Marco's hand reached for my thigh, he squeezed it then lightly ran his hand through it.

I ran my index finger on my lips slowly and popped it in my mouth. "I can't help it, the food was so fucking good," I seductively remarked.

"Love, please," Mason heaving huskily, "I want to taste your lips. Please let me." It was the first time he asked nicely, my heart can fucking melt right now at his soft side. I put the tray of food to the side and went to straddle him. His hands instantly grabbed my ass.

"How I fucking missed this," he mumbled before I leaned in to kiss him. He let me do my thing, he just followed my movement and guided my hips to grind on his growing cock.