done it already,” she hissed under her breath as I passed her.
I kept walking right on by, and even managed to keep the fake smile on my face. But as soon as I hit the stairs, my grin morphed into a scowl.
I should’ve never even came, I thought sourly. Then I wouldn’t have to be subjected to this crap.
“Mason!” I called as I reached the top of the stairs. “It’s dinner time.”
Of course I received no response.
“Mason!” I called again, moving toward his room.
When I reached his door, I was about to knock when I heard music and the sound of . . . creaking wood?
I slowly turned the knob, surprised that it was unlocked, and swung the door open.
A gasp escaped my lips. Chiseled ass, strong muscular thighs, powerful hands squeezing breasts. And Thrusting. Lots of thrusting.
“Fuck me!” Melissa cried softly as Mason pounded her from behind, her head bobbing forward with each thrust.
A torrent of emotions rolled through my body as I gaped in shock at the sight before me.
Lust. Anger. Pain.
“You piece of shit!” I yelled, my limbs suddenly shaking uncontrollably.
I knew that Mason was a whore, but to actually see it with my own two eyes filled me with rage.
He didn’t even miss a thrust as his gaze whipped around on me. I expected him to yell at me to get out, but instead he continued to pound away, gazing at me with that cocky grin of his.
His eyes seemed to say to me, “Yeah, you like it don’t you? You wish it were you.”
Or maybe it was just my subconscious mind saying that.
Melissa, it seemed, was too overwhelmed by pleasure to notice me, her teeth clamped down on one of Mason’s pillows as he railed her.
He started pounding her harder, swiveling his hips, as if to show off, all while looking right at me, the sounds of smacking flesh filling my ears.
It was more than I could take. Gasping for air, I turned and ran from the room.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, I told myself as I raced down the hall and stopped at the staircase. My chest heaving, I struggled to quell the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Don’t let it bother you. You always knew he was like that.
It wasn’t like he was doing anything he hadn’t done a million times before. I just didn’t have to witness it before. I knew should’ve never came home!
I calmed myself as best I could and descended the stairs. By the time I reached the dining room, I was almost entirely composed. I even managed to put my fraudulent smile back on.
Mom looked at me like I was from Mars as I sank into my seat. “Well?”
I played stupid. “Well, what?”
Murder flashed in her eyes. “I heard you yelling from down here. Where’s Mason?”
I smiled at her so hard my face felt like it was going to crack. “Upstairs.”
She scowled, gripping her butter knife so tightly that she probably left an imprint in her palm. “Well, why isn’t he here?”
I shrugged. “Depends.”
Mom went red in the face and I swear if the Gardeners weren’t there, she would’ve leaped across the table and put the knife to my throat. She loved to put on a front, and for it to look like she didn’t have her house in order, she wouldn’t stand for it.
Gritting her teeth, she asked, “On what?”
I glanced at the Gardeners, who seemed to be hanging onto my every word. For a moment, I pondered holding back. I could just say nothing and let my mother fume silently until Mason and his newest conquest undoubtedly showed up with no one the wiser.
But I was angry. Okay — I was fucking enraged. Why should I cover for him? At this point, I didn’t care, and I’d be happy if someone else could share in the rage that I was feeling inside.
“As soon as he can pull his dick out of Melissa,” I said cheerily. “Don’t worry, at the pace he was going, it shouldn’t be too long.”
The room went eerily silent for several moments.
Anne was the one to break the silence.
“What did you just say, young lady?” she asked, her voice barely above a
I kept walking right on by, and even managed to keep the fake smile on my face. But as soon as I hit the stairs, my grin morphed into a scowl.
I should’ve never even came, I thought sourly. Then I wouldn’t have to be subjected to this crap.
“Mason!” I called as I reached the top of the stairs. “It’s dinner time.”
Of course I received no response.
“Mason!” I called again, moving toward his room.
When I reached his door, I was about to knock when I heard music and the sound of . . . creaking wood?
I slowly turned the knob, surprised that it was unlocked, and swung the door open.
A gasp escaped my lips. Chiseled ass, strong muscular thighs, powerful hands squeezing breasts. And Thrusting. Lots of thrusting.
“Fuck me!” Melissa cried softly as Mason pounded her from behind, her head bobbing forward with each thrust.
A torrent of emotions rolled through my body as I gaped in shock at the sight before me.
Lust. Anger. Pain.
“You piece of shit!” I yelled, my limbs suddenly shaking uncontrollably.
I knew that Mason was a whore, but to actually see it with my own two eyes filled me with rage.
He didn’t even miss a thrust as his gaze whipped around on me. I expected him to yell at me to get out, but instead he continued to pound away, gazing at me with that cocky grin of his.
His eyes seemed to say to me, “Yeah, you like it don’t you? You wish it were you.”
Or maybe it was just my subconscious mind saying that.
Melissa, it seemed, was too overwhelmed by pleasure to notice me, her teeth clamped down on one of Mason’s pillows as he railed her.
He started pounding her harder, swiveling his hips, as if to show off, all while looking right at me, the sounds of smacking flesh filling my ears.
It was more than I could take. Gasping for air, I turned and ran from the room.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, I told myself as I raced down the hall and stopped at the staircase. My chest heaving, I struggled to quell the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Don’t let it bother you. You always knew he was like that.
It wasn’t like he was doing anything he hadn’t done a million times before. I just didn’t have to witness it before. I knew should’ve never came home!
I calmed myself as best I could and descended the stairs. By the time I reached the dining room, I was almost entirely composed. I even managed to put my fraudulent smile back on.
Mom looked at me like I was from Mars as I sank into my seat. “Well?”
I played stupid. “Well, what?”
Murder flashed in her eyes. “I heard you yelling from down here. Where’s Mason?”
I smiled at her so hard my face felt like it was going to crack. “Upstairs.”
She scowled, gripping her butter knife so tightly that she probably left an imprint in her palm. “Well, why isn’t he here?”
I shrugged. “Depends.”
Mom went red in the face and I swear if the Gardeners weren’t there, she would’ve leaped across the table and put the knife to my throat. She loved to put on a front, and for it to look like she didn’t have her house in order, she wouldn’t stand for it.
Gritting her teeth, she asked, “On what?”
I glanced at the Gardeners, who seemed to be hanging onto my every word. For a moment, I pondered holding back. I could just say nothing and let my mother fume silently until Mason and his newest conquest undoubtedly showed up with no one the wiser.
But I was angry. Okay — I was fucking enraged. Why should I cover for him? At this point, I didn’t care, and I’d be happy if someone else could share in the rage that I was feeling inside.
“As soon as he can pull his dick out of Melissa,” I said cheerily. “Don’t worry, at the pace he was going, it shouldn’t be too long.”
The room went eerily silent for several moments.
Anne was the one to break the silence.
“What did you just say, young lady?” she asked, her voice barely above a
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