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stove, and then made dinner.

She woke to the scent of lasagna wafting down the hall, into her room, and Mason walked a tray to her. She was grateful for the attention, knowing he'd gone to a lot of work to prepare this meal, and she thanked him, feeling guilty for the anger she'd directed at him earlier.

She shoveled forkfuls into her mouth, devouring the meal, and he laughed out loud at the picture she presented. "You remind me of a little girl tasting cotton candy for the first time." Raven blushed, confessing, "It's the best lasagna I've ever had." He was happy to see her eat, knowing she needed the strength.

He cleared the dishes, returned to her room, and sat beside her. She engaged him in conversation. With her brow furrowed, she asked, how did you know where I was?"

"What do you mean," he asked, buying time to plan his words.

"You fished me out of the river. How did you know where I was?"

Mason drew a deep breath, and prepared for mortal combat.

"Remember when we left the office and I asked if I could drive you home?"

"Yes."

"And though it had been storming for hours, you insisted that you would be fine?"

"Yes."

"Yeah," he stated, "I wasn't convinced."

"And," she questioned him.

"And I followed you home."

"Mason! I expect that when I tell you I'll be fine, you take me at my word."

She was already puffed up, blinded by indignance and anger.

"And yet, you weren't. You traversed the countryside after dark, and risked your neck needlessly."

"So, you dropped me off and hung around all night, spying on me?"

"I like to think of it as protecting you from yourself. Spying is such a derogatory word," he quipped, leveling the insult at her.

"And you obviously think I can't take care of myself. You're a real piece of work. I want you to leave!"

Mason got nose to nose with her, and ground out, "No."

Raven's eyes grew wide as saucers and she sprang at him, trying to knock him off the bedside. Her body met his hard frame, full body weight, and it knocked the breath from her.

He pulled her onto his lap and gripped her wrists, saying, "I knew, when I took the position with Mirage, that you were a wild thing, but that was an incredible underestimation. You're really something that I can't quite describe."

His eyes were jubilant, and her body grew hot, beneath his appreciative stare. An unfamiliar sizzling shot through her extremities, and she moved from his lap, missing the feel of his hardened manhood pressing against her.

Mason lost his tentative grip on restraint, and he pushed her back on the mattress with his whole body, holding her wrists over her head, and kissed her deeply.

Raven couldn't breathe. She had fantasized about him since he'd been hired, but the reality of him took over her senses.

He held her firmly then, trapping her beneath him. She knew that she should fight him, and she voiced her anger, "This argument isn't over, Mason Hadsell. How dare you follow me and trace my steps!"

He stared at her, with his eyes smiling into hers. "Then press pause, Raven. I look forward to it," he challenged.

"I will not press pause! We're going to deal with this expeditiously!"

He watched her telling him off, just a tiny little thing, but voluptuous in all the right places, he surmised, and he tore her flimsy t-shirt off with a sudden move. She fisted his collar, hauling him down to eye level, and slapped him hard, saying, "Get out!"

He looked directly into her angry eyes, and smiled derisively. "No."

Raven tackled him, knocking him to the floor and fisted her phone to call the authorities. He recovered, plucking the phone out of her dainty little fist, and she pummeled him, beating his chest for everything she was worth.

For a moment, he watched her tearing into him, with her ineffectual little fists, letting her wear herself out. Finally, she looked up at him and he was grinning, ear to ear.

Raven let go a banshee scream, and leapt to land another slap to his cheek. He backed her up to the bed, pushed her down, and laid on top of her, forcing her arms open at her sides.

She fought and squirmed, determined to get free, and he kissed her breathless, until she went limp beneath him.

He paused and searched her brown eyes, finding not a trace of surrender.

She panted, trying to catch her breath, and he decided to let her calm down.

"I'm going to do the dishes. You can continue your grievances when I'm done."

He took her phone and shoved it into his pocket. Mason filled the sink, and stared out the window, wondering if she would've been happier if he had let her drown. Before he could figure out her logic, Raven ran screaming down the hall, grabbed the cast-iron frying pan, and wielded it at his head.

Having excellent reflexes benefited him, and he whirled on her, forcing the pan from her hands. Mason backed her up to the wall, parted her legs with his knee, and kissed her hard. He held her wrists over her head, and she struggled, spewing, "Let me go, Mason!"

"He paused and asked, "Why?"

"Because you're a dead man," she spat murderously.

It was everything he could do to not laugh out loud. She was such a tiny little spitfire, albeit, one who had just made an attempt on his life, sputtering furiously, with her coal black hair falling between her alabaster breasts, and his manhood threatened the seams of his jeans.

He held her fast, knowing she would murder him, given half a chance, and he suckled her neck until she was weak, and she whimpered in his grip. Then he scooped her up, grabbing a large cucumber off the shelf.

Mason laid her down, cupped her perfect breasts, and ran his palm over her belly, and then cupped her dainty pussy in one hand. He could feel the intense heat emanating from her skin, and he parted her wet slit to stroke her clitoris.

She gasped against his lips, and he plundered her recesses, kissing her passionately. Raven spread her thighs, pushing her hips up. Mason fisted the large cucumber and pushed it into her craven sex slowly.

She fought him anew and he pushed and pulled until she healed, and he whispered seductively, "Yield to me, Raven." He shoved it into the hilt, rhythmically, until her breathing grew ragged, and she squirmed, pleading, "I need you."

"Yes, he hissed, "and I will give you what you need, with a simple promise from you."

Raven held her breath, wondering what he could possibly want from her, and Mason stood to peel his clothing off.

He laid by her side, with his hard cock pressed to her thigh, and continued to fuck her with the cucumber, whispering, "You're a beautifully wild, reckless spirit. You know I'm right."

She thrusted her hips up to meet him, desperately needing completion, and he tormented her, pushing and pulling, starting and stopping. She writhed, moaning and whimpering. And he whispered, "Look at what a wild little slut you are."

Raven was beyond comprehension, and she squirmed, thrusting to meet his hand as he shoved the vegetable into her. "Yes," he hissed, drinking her in, "you know you need it, my wanton cunt."

She arched her spine, and threw her head back, moaning, "Please."

Mason discarded the cucumber and knelt between her thighs, guiding the head of his cock through her soaking wet slit. He rubbed her clitoris, stoking the fire within, and she was still begging him, "Now, Mason. Take me!"

"I will, my sweet sex slave, but I need a promise from you first."

He held her, pulling her hips up, to push the head of his cock into her convulsing cunt. The intensity of her moist heat, contracting against his rock-hard length, almost broke him, and he pulled out, teasing her clitoris with his fingertip.

Raven wrapped her silky legs around him, trying to draw him back into her volatile cavern, and he pushed in and pulled out, over and over.

She thrust hard again and he squeezed her firm buttocks, holding her just out of reach, and whispered, "Promise me, you will never deny me."

"Raven was blindsided. "You know I can't promise you that."

"Then I haven't tortured you enough," he taunted, sliding his hands down her velvet thighs.

He stopped to retrieve a cold, fat cucumber from the fridge, and flipped her onto her stomach. Mason shoved the vegetable into her depths and spanked her hard. She screamed, startled, and he fisted her hair, forcing her head to one side, and suckled her neck, bruising the entire length of her neck.

He knew the spot that rendered her weak. It was her kryptonite, and he lingered there, fucking her from behind, building her up to climax.

Raven forgot herself, with his lips branding her, and she spread her legs in invitation. Again, he rammed her hard and fast, pushing her to the edge of her sanity, and whispered, "I know you need me, my wanton little fuck toy. What would you do to have me?"

He discarded the vegetable, hauled her onto hands and knees, and smacked her ass sharply, alternately stroking her cheeks and cupping her her pussy.

Raven replied, whispering raggedly, "What do you want from me?"

Mason circled her tiny waist in one arm, and ran his hand over her back, and then forced his hard, thick length into her deeply, stealing her breath.

"I want your complete submission."

She thrust her hips back against him, praying for an end to this torment, and he pulled back away, with just the head of his cock penetrating her flagrant need. "Submit to my will, Raven. You know you need me desperately."

He reached to stroke her face, and pushed his palms down her sides, and then smacked her ass, raising a faint handprint there, and then he fucked her senseless. He pushed into her, as deeply as she could take him, and forced her hips to him, until he was balls deep.

Raven nearly wept while he assaulted her senses, and then he began a savage rhythm that matched her wild soul. He shoved her straight into the teeth of illicit, sexual need, demanding, "Promise me!"

Raven collapsed and he held her up on all fours, whispering seductively, "Promise me you will never deny me."

"I," she began, still trying to deny the longing within her.

Again, he buried his cock deeply, and then withdrew to turn her over. He clasped her to him, with her chest heaving against his, and he took her at her chin. He brushed a raven lock from her eyes, whispering, "I know what you need, baby girl. Promise me."

He held her like that, both of them on their knees, and she searched his face for answers to questions she didn't have the courage to ask.

And he impaled her, clasped against his chest, and then suckled her neck until she was weak.

Raven clung to him, whispering, "I submit. I will never deny you."

Mason laid her down, spread her thighs, and lifted her hips, and then stopped. He searched her eyes for any sign of deception, and found none.

He fucked her hard and slid the cold cucumber between her ass cheeks, and the contrast set a fire inside her. He drove his thickness into her balls deep, stopping with each stroke, and then titillated her, stroking her clitoris with her own wetness.

With each stroke, she grew hotter, as desirous fingers spread from the flat of her abdomen, fanning out to her furthest extremities, until she could take no more. He slammed her fiery cunt, and she throbbed on his cock, screaming, "Make me yours!"

Her walls contracted around him, milking him. He spilled his seed deep inside the nexus of her, and they collapsed in sated ecstasy, with him whispering, "Next, we tackle your desire to remain childless."

Raven closed her eyes, too tired to fight about it now.

Mason scooped her up and tucked her into bed. He stretched out, laying against her, and she whispered, "You should probably start that argument really early in the morning. That one is going to take every ounce of fight we've got."

"As you wish, my love."

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