Exploited
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I pulled his head back down to meet me, my mouth vicious and demanding against his. He didn’t resist. He wouldn’t even think about not giving me exactly what I wanted. What he wanted.
We were all lips and hands and teeth. The electricity between us sizzled and popped, burning us both.
“If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you, Hannah,” Mason growled into my mouth. My belly turned to molten fire and I felt his words all the way down to my bones.
“I’m going to bend you over the couch and make you come so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.” He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs apart. He wasn’t being sweet and tender now.
This Mason was accustomed to doing exactly as he pleased. Take no prisoners.
This was the agent who hunted his prey mercilessly. This was the man I should have been terrified of.
But I wasn’t.
And my lack of fear was concerning.
Mason dragged my skirt upward; his fingers traced the edge of my lace panties. The tip of his finger curled beneath the elastic, touching vulnerable, heated skin.
I was wet. He could feel it. I could tell it excited him.
I was trembling with the need for him to do just as he promised.
“Oh yeah?” I was breathless. The words came out as a croak. Thready and desperate.
Mason grinned against my mouth as he pulled my underwear to the side and in one smooth movement slid his finger inside of me. Deep.
“I’m a man of my word, Hannah.”
“I can see that,” I replied, gasping as he began to move his hand.
Slowly and steadily he stroked me. Adding a second finger, he worked me into a frenzy.
I wasn’t thinking about Rose and warnings. About artifice and deceit. I was only a woman ready to lose her mind as the man she lusted for made her come apart.
He pulled me closer, his fingers so deep inside that I could do little more than wriggle against him. I cried out, my head falling back, his lips on the column of my throat.
This was moving fast. Just how I wanted it to.
Right?
The warmth in my belly was building. His fingers continued their slow, methodical assault. His thumb pressed against my clit. Rubbing in tantalizing circles.
I was going to come.
Come hard.
And I knew in that instant it wouldn’t be enough.
Good God, I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted to feel him inside of me. Everywhere.
Lust was becoming blurred with other things.
Other feelings.
On the cusp of orgasm, I pushed against his chest, taking a staggering step backward, his fingers falling away just as I was poised, ready to explode. My body thrummed and began its torturous downward spiral, having been denied the very thing it ached for.
Mason reached for me, his hands outstretched. “Hannah—”
“Just give me a minute. I’m sorry…” My voice trailed off. I had to get my head together.
Mason looked worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
No…
It wasn’t Mason.
It was me.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I said instead of answering him. He looked upset, not angry about my prick tease.
“Hannah, please talk to me. Did I move too fast? I thought—”
I held my hand up, stopping him midsentence. “Mason, please, I just need a moment. That’s all.”
He ran a shaking hand over his short-shorn hair and nodded. “Yeah, okay. You remember where it is?”
“I do. I’ll only be a minute.” I hurried down the hall and into the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright. My lips were red and swollen.
I had to get my game face on. I had to go out there and be the Hannah Mason expected me to be.
Not the flaky, neurotic woman who had fled into the bathroom.
I had to give him my body without compromising my heart.
I wasn’t sure I could do that.
Perhaps it was best to call off the plan. To let Toxicwrath know I couldn’t do it and to find another way of staying below the radar.
I splashed my face with water and wondered if I could walk away now. Could I forget about Mason? Could I allow myself to turn my back on getting the information I needed to stay free? To stay safe?
I thought about Charlotte.
I thought about the wicked, horrible people in the world who deserved the vengeance I took on them.
Could I live with myself knowing I had the ability to bring them down and could do nothing because I didn’t have the stomach to keep out of jail?
I knew the answer.
No.
I would hate myself. And the self-loathing would be intolerable.
With a tough new resolve, I quietly left the bathroom. I could see Mason in the living room, his back to me, watching the television. I had to go back in there and make things right. I had to smooth things over.
But first…
I quickly entered his bedroom, turning on the lamp by his bed. Tigger lifted his head from where he was sleeping in the middle of Mason’s pillow.
I scratched behind his ear, smiling when he started to purr.
I noticed that Mason’s briefcase was in the same spot it had been before. The man really had no sense of security, which was a little annoying. I wanted him to be smarter.
I don’t want deceiving him to be so damn easy.
With one ear listening for Mason’s footsteps, I opened it, shuffling through the case files until I found mine.
I hurried to the door and looked out, relieved that Mason was still in the living room. I had to act fast.
Opening it, I scanned the contents. Most of it was background information on my exploits.
I noted with satisfaction that their IP tracing had been unsuccessful, just as I had known it would be. Apparently Mason and his partner had been going through the thousands of botnets trying to find me. I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my laughter.
Idiots.
I flipped through the paper, reading about each and every dead end with a growing relief.
I let out a deep breath, sagging against the wall.
They weren’t any closer.
I had been worried for nothing.
Then I saw a printed list that caught my attention.
I recognized the IRC chat room names.
And in particular one that was highlighted and circled.
**bike for sale**
My blood ran cold.
There were time stamps of live chats. All for the **bike for sale** chat room.
How in the hell had he found it?
We were all lips and hands and teeth. The electricity between us sizzled and popped, burning us both.
“If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you, Hannah,” Mason growled into my mouth. My belly turned to molten fire and I felt his words all the way down to my bones.
“I’m going to bend you over the couch and make you come so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.” He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs apart. He wasn’t being sweet and tender now.
This Mason was accustomed to doing exactly as he pleased. Take no prisoners.
This was the agent who hunted his prey mercilessly. This was the man I should have been terrified of.
But I wasn’t.
And my lack of fear was concerning.
Mason dragged my skirt upward; his fingers traced the edge of my lace panties. The tip of his finger curled beneath the elastic, touching vulnerable, heated skin.
I was wet. He could feel it. I could tell it excited him.
I was trembling with the need for him to do just as he promised.
“Oh yeah?” I was breathless. The words came out as a croak. Thready and desperate.
Mason grinned against my mouth as he pulled my underwear to the side and in one smooth movement slid his finger inside of me. Deep.
“I’m a man of my word, Hannah.”
“I can see that,” I replied, gasping as he began to move his hand.
Slowly and steadily he stroked me. Adding a second finger, he worked me into a frenzy.
I wasn’t thinking about Rose and warnings. About artifice and deceit. I was only a woman ready to lose her mind as the man she lusted for made her come apart.
He pulled me closer, his fingers so deep inside that I could do little more than wriggle against him. I cried out, my head falling back, his lips on the column of my throat.
This was moving fast. Just how I wanted it to.
Right?
The warmth in my belly was building. His fingers continued their slow, methodical assault. His thumb pressed against my clit. Rubbing in tantalizing circles.
I was going to come.
Come hard.
And I knew in that instant it wouldn’t be enough.
Good God, I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted to feel him inside of me. Everywhere.
Lust was becoming blurred with other things.
Other feelings.
On the cusp of orgasm, I pushed against his chest, taking a staggering step backward, his fingers falling away just as I was poised, ready to explode. My body thrummed and began its torturous downward spiral, having been denied the very thing it ached for.
Mason reached for me, his hands outstretched. “Hannah—”
“Just give me a minute. I’m sorry…” My voice trailed off. I had to get my head together.
Mason looked worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
No…
It wasn’t Mason.
It was me.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I said instead of answering him. He looked upset, not angry about my prick tease.
“Hannah, please talk to me. Did I move too fast? I thought—”
I held my hand up, stopping him midsentence. “Mason, please, I just need a moment. That’s all.”
He ran a shaking hand over his short-shorn hair and nodded. “Yeah, okay. You remember where it is?”
“I do. I’ll only be a minute.” I hurried down the hall and into the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright. My lips were red and swollen.
I had to get my game face on. I had to go out there and be the Hannah Mason expected me to be.
Not the flaky, neurotic woman who had fled into the bathroom.
I had to give him my body without compromising my heart.
I wasn’t sure I could do that.
Perhaps it was best to call off the plan. To let Toxicwrath know I couldn’t do it and to find another way of staying below the radar.
I splashed my face with water and wondered if I could walk away now. Could I forget about Mason? Could I allow myself to turn my back on getting the information I needed to stay free? To stay safe?
I thought about Charlotte.
I thought about the wicked, horrible people in the world who deserved the vengeance I took on them.
Could I live with myself knowing I had the ability to bring them down and could do nothing because I didn’t have the stomach to keep out of jail?
I knew the answer.
No.
I would hate myself. And the self-loathing would be intolerable.
With a tough new resolve, I quietly left the bathroom. I could see Mason in the living room, his back to me, watching the television. I had to go back in there and make things right. I had to smooth things over.
But first…
I quickly entered his bedroom, turning on the lamp by his bed. Tigger lifted his head from where he was sleeping in the middle of Mason’s pillow.
I scratched behind his ear, smiling when he started to purr.
I noticed that Mason’s briefcase was in the same spot it had been before. The man really had no sense of security, which was a little annoying. I wanted him to be smarter.
I don’t want deceiving him to be so damn easy.
With one ear listening for Mason’s footsteps, I opened it, shuffling through the case files until I found mine.
I hurried to the door and looked out, relieved that Mason was still in the living room. I had to act fast.
Opening it, I scanned the contents. Most of it was background information on my exploits.
I noted with satisfaction that their IP tracing had been unsuccessful, just as I had known it would be. Apparently Mason and his partner had been going through the thousands of botnets trying to find me. I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my laughter.
Idiots.
I flipped through the paper, reading about each and every dead end with a growing relief.
I let out a deep breath, sagging against the wall.
They weren’t any closer.
I had been worried for nothing.
Then I saw a printed list that caught my attention.
I recognized the IRC chat room names.
And in particular one that was highlighted and circled.
**bike for sale**
My blood ran cold.
There were time stamps of live chats. All for the **bike for sale** chat room.
How in the hell had he found it?
