Billionaire’s Unlikely Bride - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Raven's POV
The warm water from the shower cascaded down my body, soaking my hair and skin as I stood still, letting the sensation calm my mind. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, but it didn't do much to ease the tension that had been on my mind ever since Mason left for Margaret’s birthday party. I tried to stop myself from getting paranoid all night, but no matter what I did, I couldn't stop worrying about Mason. He left at 3 pm, and now it's 9 pm.
After a few more moments under the shower, I finally turned it off. The sound of the water running stopped abruptly, and I stepped out onto the cold bathroom floor. A white towel hung neatly on the rack, and I didn't waste a second before grabbing it, wrapping it around my body before drying off.
I picked up my purple dressing robe, which was lying on the bed, and I slipped into it with ease. I walked over to the vanity, brushed out the tangles in my hair, applying lotion to my skin, just my usual night routine. But my mind still kept wandering to Mason.
He didn't tell me when or if he'd be back tonight. I hated that I cared. I hated that I didn't go with him and I let him leave without asking when he'd be back, pretending that it didn't matter to me whether he returned or not. But it did. I've always cared about him.
I pulled out my new sketchbook, trying to distract myself. As I started sketching the outline of a new dress I had in mind, I couldn't help but glance at the clock. It was getting late, and the later it got, the more restless I became. Mason's such an ass; he can't even call or text, so I'd stop worrying for no reason. For all I knew, he was still at the party, surrounded by high-class people and lots of beautiful women.
I threw my sketchbook aside in frustration and moved to my sewing machine. The half-finished dress I had been working on stared back at me, waiting to be completed. Maybe if I kept myself busy enough, time would move faster, and I wouldn't have to think about how much I'm missing him.
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door.
My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed to the door, opening it to find Mason standing outside my room. Relief washed over me, but the moment I saw the way he was standing, staggering slightly, I tensed. Are you kidding me? Was he drunk right now? I was worried sick and he was busy having the time of his life. But I couldn't smell any alcohol on him, something wasn't right.
"Mason?" I called, my voice soft as I stepped aside to let him in. He didn't answer. Instead, he walked into the room, and the intensity of his gaze made my heart flutter.
He moved closer, and before I could ask what was wrong, his lips crashed against mine. It was sudden, overwhelming, and completely unexpected. I tried to push him away, but he held me tighter, trailing kisses down my neck.
"Don't fight it, please," he whispered, his voice low and desperate.
I froze for a moment, my mind racing. Did I just get turned on by his voice? I didn't understand what was happening, why was he acting like this? I thought he said the first time was a mistake.
But the truth was, I didn't want to fight it either. No matter how much I told myself I shouldn't, I wanted him just as much.
His fingers danced around the waistband of my shorts. My head fell back as my mind went back to the memories of the first time he touched me. He goes down on his knees and starts pulling down my shorts.
"Take these off." He said, gesturing for me to take off my top. I grabbed the hem of my top before pulling it off, my ni***es already hardened.
I was completely naked in front of him, he reached between my thighs and stroked my slit with his fingers, causing me to moan softly.
He stood to his feet, pushing me gently against the wall. I heard him fiddling with his belt, and soon he thrust into me with full force.
"Ah! Mason!" I cried out, he wasn't as gentle as the first time we did this.
"Fuck! You're so tight." He moaned.
I felt my legs getting weaker as he kept going hard and fast. He seemed to have noticed, cause he pulled out of me, carrying me to the bed.
He takes off his shirt, which he still had on, then lays down on the bed. "Come here," he urged, smiling devilishly. "Sit on my face."
My body stiffened as I processed what he just said. Was he being serious? He noticed my hesitation and pulled me closer to him.
"Don't keep me waiting, bunny." He says and I blush at the new nickname I just got.
I took a deep breath and decided to follow his instructions. He guided me until I was hovering over his face. He pulled me down further until I was seated completely on his face.
"I said sit, not hover." He said and instantly went to work. I've never felt anything like this in my entire life.
"Holy shit!" I gasped, my body shaking from the pleasure. I felt my orgasm getting closer, and I tried to climb off Mason's face before it came, but he held me firmly in place. I came harder than ever before.
"You liked that, didn't you?" He asked as I tried to recover from what I considered the best orgasm ever. I nodded shyly. "Naughty girl. Never knew a bunny could taste this good." He licks his lips, moaning in delight.
"I loved it, but I don't think we're done yet," I said, staring at his huge cock. He looks like he could explode at any moment. I was pinned to the bed before I even realized.
"You want me to fuck you, right?" He asked, his tone teasing. He guided himself in, moving slowly.
"Faster, please," I moaned and he increased his pace, pleasure evident on his face. Mason starts rocking his hips, causing me to clench around him.
"Fuck, that's not fair. You're gonna make me cum faster." He cries out, but I can't help it.
"Do you like that?" I asked, wanting to hear him say it.
"How can you even ask that?" His voice dripped with disbelief. "It feels so fucking good; I'm about to come."
Having said that, I felt him empty himself inside of me, and soon my orgasm followed.