All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Leaning her forehead against her door she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to find her walls, her strength. He had stripped both away tonight and now she was left aching and cold inside and with nothing to shore up her defenses, she was liable to fall apart at any moment. But she couldn’t do that, she wouldn’t do that. She hadn’t done that when her parents had died and left her alone and she hadn’t done it when her aunt had treated her like a personal slave and she hadn’t done it when her aunt had died when she was sixteen and left her to fend for herself. She would not do it now simply because a man had shown her a little attention and care and then left her standing in front of her apartment door. Lisa straightened her shoulders and shook off the feelings of abandonment and rejection. Mason had given her an incredible orgasm. She should be flying high. So he hadn’t wanted to ‘cuddle.’ That was okay because Lisa didn’t like to cuddle anyway. She unlocked her door and

She didn’t say anything, but swung the door wide and motioned him to follow her. He closed the door behind himself and walked behind her, trying to take in her apartment as she led him to the second bedroom. With eyes downcast, she swung it open to reveal a sight he had not expected. The entire room was covered with plastic sheeting. Not just the floors, but the walls and ceiling as well. It was well lit and a stainless steel bench dominated the centre of the room. He was pretty sure it was an autopsy table and on it was a pig carcass that had large chunks of meat carved off it. Another carcass hung from a deadly-looking hook in the ceiling and that one looked to have been flayed, the skin peeled away to reveal the flesh beneath. “What is this?” he asked softly. “It’s my murder room,” she said, her voice dull. He shot her a look and then turned back to what was in front of him, putting the pieces together. “You use pigs because they are closest to humans, genetical

She nodded and bit her lip, his nostrils flared and his breath huffed out raggedly. “You remember your safe word?” he asked. “Red,” she whispered and he smiled his approval. “If you get scared or anything hurts, you use your safe word and everything stops. If you’re unsure, you can say yellow and we’ll discuss what’s happening. Okay?” She nodded. “I need your words, Lisa.” “Yes, Sir,” she said after a small hesitation. He nodded and his eyes praised her. “Your hands are bound together, but not to the bed. I need you to keep them above your head, can you do that for me?” She started to nod and then caught the look in his eye and spoke instead. “Yes, Sir.” He kissed her, teasing her lips, nipping and sucking and licking until her mind began to fade away. He moved so that he was suspended over her, his forearms on either side of her head supporting his body, his legs straddling her. He was still fully dressed and she was naked, bound, and vuln

He loved the feel of her soft skin against his. He’d finally removed his jeans and relished the feel of her bare thighs against his. She was so soft and he needed the connection with her. He hadn’t intended to take her today, hadn’t expected it to be so overwhelming for both of them, but after the nightmare and then the panic attack he’d had when she’d nearly touched him, he’d needed her more than he was willing to admit. The way she had submitted to him had only increased the impact and now he felt shaken and unsteady. She was fucking perfect. The thought tore at him, opening old wounds, wounds he’d thought he had hidden, like the scars he hid under his tattoos. She hadn’t flinched when he’d panicked. She had waited, stood with him, gave him her support and her strength. She hadn’t peppered him with questions or demanded an explanation, she had just offered herself to him and like a selfish bastard, he’d taken. He’d taken what he needed and pushed her limits, some

Mason took a long draught of his beer and set the empty glass on the table. “That’s what scares me,” he said. “You know how possessive I get, what if I freak her out?” Declan sighed. “Look, mate, all you can do is be honest with her. Tell her the truth about Francine, tell her about your jealousy and your quirks. We all know and we’re still friends with you, and I think she will take it in her stride. She doesn’t seem to scare easily.” Mason smiled. No, his sweet little Lisa did not scare easily and she also knew a thing or two about secrets. She had shared her secret with him, her nom de plume was a closely guarded secret. He had been reading A.A. Abernathy for years and, he was ashamed to admit, he’d always thought the author was a man. There was not even a hint about the real identity of the author and yet, she’d told him. It was only fair that he share some of himself with her. He had lectured her about the importance of honesty between Dom and sub and it was his re