Page 113 of Beautiful Disaster

I didn’t realize I was tense when my body loosens its grip on me. “That was fun to let go like that.”

“I bet it was. It was a beautiful thing to see and experience.”

Mason leans forward and takes my lips in a deep and heated kiss. It’s so gentle. A contrast to the fucking I just gave him.

“How do you feel in your head?”

“Powerful.”

He gives me a quick kiss again. “That’s exactly what I wanted for you.”

I walk my fingers across his chest, not looking at him. “Can we do that again sometime?”

“As a reward, yes.”

I gnaw on my lip and smile up at him. “How do you feel?”

“You ripped apart my ass, Precious. I’m going to feel you for a week.”

I snort a laugh and snuggle into him. “Good.”

“Come on. Let’s shower before you fall asleep, and our cum turns into cement.”

“I’ll bathe you this time.”

“Deal.”

As he stands and tugs on my hand, I pull him back. “Mason?”

He sits next to me and continues to hold my hand. “I can tell something’s bothering you.”

“No, nothing like that. Uhm, I want to do this. Let’s go to Italy. You, me, Waffle, Black Beauty, and Orange Crush.”

His eyes widen, and then he smiles softly. “Are you sure?”

“One hundred and ten percent.”

He chuckles and brushes my cheek with his fingers. “Then we’ll do it. I’ll call my lawyer and arrange things.”

“I’ll call my accountant to send you my share.”

“Save your money, Precious.”

“Oh, no. I’m contributing. We’re all in… together. We sacrifice together. We invest together. I won’t have it any other way.”

“Stubborn,” he says, his voice full of affection and adoration. “I look forward to starting a new life with you.”

“God, I do too. It’s a little scary, but I’m excited.”

“Change is always scary, but I promise I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

“It’s already done. I’m so fucking happy.”

“Me, too. Now, let’s get cleaned up. My skin is tugging and cracking.”

It’s early morning, and Mason is dragging my half-sleeping corpse out of bed and tossing it over his shoulder. “Let’s go, my pet.”

“Mhmmn… where? Can I at least have some coffee?”