Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(34)
“Are you okay?” I asked in a soft, feathery voice close to his ear. I couldn’t believe how well I was doing at acting sexy. I almost felt like a pro.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Why wouldn’t I be?” His voice sounded hoarse, strained, and I knew he was just trying to act like I wasn’t having an effect on him.
Glancing down, I got further confirmation — a huge bulge in his jeans. Mason was hard for me.
And then I realized something.
This whole time I’ve been thinking he was the one with power over me, when I have just as much over him, I thought.
Emboldened, I moved in closer, pressing against his side, my breasts pushing up against his shoulder. “Doesn’t seem like it,” I purred in his ear, slowly running my hand up his thigh. “Looks like you’ve got a big problem in your pants.”
“Careful, Carly. You might want to stop. I’m much better at this game than you are.” Mason said, though he made no effort to remove my hand.
“Why should I?” I hissed, pausing my hand on his inner thigh, inches away from his package. Mason still didn’t push me away, letting me know he wanted it. “I know that little stunt you pulled was on purpose. Two can play that game.”
I wasn’t sure what exactly I was going to do next. And the fact that he threatened that he’s better at the game than I am sent a thrill through me.
But one thing’s for certain, I’d never seen him so rattled in my life. Beads of sweat were running down his face and he was trembling beneath my fingertips.
“Oh look,” I said mockingly, “the great and powerful Razor, crumbling beneath my little fingertips.”
Mason’s face twisted in agony. He looked like a man trying to lift a mountain. Obviously, he was trying his hardest not to give in to temptation and his hands were clenched at his side so hard that they were turning white. He could’ve pushed me away if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Now I’d confirmed it — he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. And it dawned on me, it’d probably always been that way, I just never had the confidence to realize it.
I stared at his hands, which were trembling like he had Parkinson’s. What would happen if he touched me? The plan was to turn him down, to humiliate him and finally get payback, but I realized I’d never have the strength.
My lips were inches from his face and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I glanced down at his crotch and Mason followed my eyes.
“If you unleash the Razor,” Mason growled with caution, “You might get cut.”
Despite his warning, every cell of my body screamed at me to find out, screamed at me to push him over the edge to the point of no return.
I leaned in even more, my pulse pounding in my ears, moistness gathering between my thighs as I gained the courage to reach for his big hard cock — intent on crossing the boundary that had separated us for so long . . . when news of our video finally came on.
Chapter 13
Carly
“Shit! It’s on!” Gasping with relief, Mason jumped up from the couch like a speeding bullet, nearly knocking me onto the floor.
It was like the news chose that exact moment to come on and save us both from stumbling head-on into dangerous territory — a point in which there would be no coming back from.
But I had no time to think about it. The moment I’d been waiting for all day had finally arrived.
I gathered myself, my lust and desire momentarily forgotten, and focused my attention on the TV screen.
“We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news,” the news anchor, a middle-aged blonde with an impeccable side-bob and frost blue eyes said. At her side sat a younger anchor, a handsome man who had his black hair slicked and parted to the side. “A video that is purported to show Mayor James Bradley committing a shocking murder has surfaced online. In the video, which is too graphic to show on live TV, a man who looks like Bradley is seen strangling a woman and slitting her throat and leaving her for dead. So far, the video has racked up several million hits on YouTube and other social media sites.
The mayor has released a statement vehemently denying that he’s the man in the video and is having his lawyer, Steve Zuckerman, stage a press conference on his behalf within the next few minutes to answer questions from the media.
The young woman in the video is believed to be Ashley Collins, a twenty-four-year-old prostitute and mother of two. She was found dead in an alley several months ago.
So far the authorities have issued a statement urging the public not to jump to any conclusions and that a thorough investigation will be held to determine the veracity of this footage.”
“Yeah right,” I snorted. “We know what that means.”
Mason waved a hand to silence me, his eyes intensely glued to the screen. “Shhh!”
The newswoman continued. “There have been calls from city council members and other government officials for the Mayor to step down immediately pending investigation—”
“Sorry to interrupt Suzie,” said the black-haired news anchor, fumbling with something in his ear, “but I’m told the conference is starting now.”
There was dead silence for a brief moment and then the male news anchor looked at the camera and announced, “And now we bring you to the press conference being held at city hall.”