T r i g g e r w a r n i n g
this chapter hints towards r*pe.
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Someone or something was touching me.
I thought it was only in my dreams, but when I felt the hand slowly pulling down my covers, I snapped my eyes open.
It was dark, so I couldn't make out who it was but the figure towered over me. I opened my mouth to scream, but he quickly shut my mouth closed with his palm. My heart was pounding in my chest as we stayed like that for a few seconds. I was only seeing a shadow and it couldn't be Mason, because I knew what his touch was like. I knew the response of my body every time he was near me. So who was it?
I tried to speak, but it only came out a muffled sound. I tried to rise, but his mouth came down on mine and forced my head back against the pillow. Instinctively, I fought back, scratching and biting.
Light glinted on the dark hair as his head bent again to mine; there was no tenderness in his shadowed face, only a harsh, blazing excitement that made me catch my breath.
"Stop," I whispered harshly. He was stronger and bigger than me, so I was unable to get myself out of his grasp. He chuckled coldly as his hand slid down to my breast and I arched away from his touch that felt like molten lava was placed on my body.
My breath was coming in gasps as I struggled. He gripped the back of my neck and held me, fingers spread across the back of my head, with my lips hard against his. His kiss was fast and hard, then his mouth traced the hollow of my neck with quick, fierce kisses, his weight came full upon me.
I didn't think twice before sinking my teeth into his shoulders and bit down on it hard enough to tear flesh. He screamed and loosened his hold, and that gave me a chance to elbow him in the stomach with my knees. With so much strength I didn't know I had mustered, I pushed him off me and I jumped down from the bed, racing to the door.
"Mason! Mason!" I screamed loud enough to wake the dead. I opened the door and stumbled out, tripping with my own legs as I knocked myself down on my knees. I heard running footsteps in the hallway before they all appeared before me, looking at me in annoyance.
"What is the meaning of this?! Bothering people in the middle of the night, do you have any idea what your bloody screaming might do to my ears?"
I didn't stop to pay Rebecca's words any attention before I rushed towards the only friendly face here. I clutched Sebastian's shirt as I ducked behind him, breathing hard as I stared at the door.
"Lauren, what's wrong?" he asked me in a worried tone. I was shaking my head, still in a frightening state, but I pointed at the door when the figure emerged from my room. I wasn't the only one who gasped.
"Dominic?!" Chloe shrieked in shock. "What were you doing in her room?"
"Oh my god, is this what you two have been up to?" Rebecca asked with disgust in her tone. "You bitch!" She stomped over to me in anger, but Sebastian stepped in front of her before she got close to me. "Is this what you're repaying my brother for loving you? Shagging his cousin behind his back?"
I gasped as her words hit me and I shook my head, trying not to let the tears fall from my eyes at the accusation.
"For bloody sake, I knew there was something wrong with her. You aren't satisfied with one Campbell that you want to sink your teeth into another one? Are you that much of a gold digger?" Chloe spat out.
"Let her speak," Sebastian interrupted, glaring at them both. I stared at Dominic, who casually leaned against the door with no care in the world. He met my gaze with a secretive smirk and I had the urge to walk over to him and slap him on the face.
"He came to my room," I said, my voice shaking a little as I remembered everything. I was still shaken a bit. "I was sleeping and he...he tried.."
"Shut up!" Rebecca screamed, her body convulsing in anger and she poured her hatred down at me in one look. "You dare come into our home and accuse my cousin of such thing? Do you think anyone would give you a second glance? Much less Dom who only dates supermodels?"
"Are you crazy?" I yelled back, my body vibrating in anger. "How would you explain him coming out of my room or me screaming?"
"Dominic," Sebastian asked in a deadly tone. "Dominic, what were you doing in her room?"
Dominic wasn't given a chance to speak before a storm clouded over us, and he was striding over, seething and his breath broad chest heaving, his teeth bared like an animal. Our eyes met and locked, and he stared down at me in a crazed frenzy of murderous rage.
I wasn't the only one who was startled.
"Mason." But he didn't let Dominic finish before Mason swung back and landed a powerful punch to his face. The force of it made Dominic stumbled back into the room. Mason looked so strong and powerful as he stood before him, all sweaty and looking like he was out for his blood.
He rammed Dominic so hard, and with every hit, my heart pounded in my chest. He was ruthless and merciless as he kept punching his cousin with no second thoughts, every hit spilling the Campbell blood.
Rebecca and Chloe were screaming at him to stop, while I stood there rooted to the spot. It took Sebastian a great deal before he ripped him away from Dominic, who was barely breathing on the ground.
"You're going to regret ever touching her again," he snarled at him as two big security details rushed into the room and picked up Dominic, dragging him out with them.
"Where are you taking him?!" Rebecca demanded as she followed them out. "Mason, stop this!"
"Are you really doing this for her?! She is no one!" Chloe said in frantic.
He ignored her and walked over to me, looking hot and wild. He roughly grabbed my hand and pulled me along while Chloe yelled threats at our retreating backs.
When we walked far away from the guest room, we reached a door and he dropped his hand from mine immediately, storming inside and leaving me to shuffle around the door of the study.
"Get in," he barked. Looks like the nice and caring Mason Campbell was gone, replaced by his asshole persona. He whipped around and glared at my defiance. I sighed and walked in, closing the door behind me.
He stood a foot away from me and studied me. I felt nervous under his gaze, especially when he looked sexy in a soft T-shirt that hugged all his muscles and a pair of sweatpants that was hanging low in his waist. His face was full of concern and messed up hair, his fists clenched at his side, and I almost ran up to him and unclench them.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded, suddenly feeling intimidated by him. After all, who wouldn't when he looked so strong and powerful there, ready to destroy whatever was on his path. I desperately wanted him to close his arms around me and hold me, even though I didn't need it, and the chances of that happening were zero.
Dragging in a breath, I ran my fingers through my curls. "I'm okay," I assured him, realizing that not saying anything was making him agitated. "Promise."
He dragged his fingers across his hair, down to his nape, then dropped it with a sigh. "I shouldn't have brought you here," he admitted quietly.
"It's not your fault," I said, trying to put the guilt out of him.
He stared at me. "I didn't say it was." Jerk. "But for some reason, I hate that it is. I shouldn't have left you alone when I knew Dominic was an asshole." His tone made me jerk in surprise, and I couldn't help but notice the fists he had just formed at his sides and the murderous look he had on his eyes again.
"We are leaving," he announced.
"What? I thought you wanted to bring me here for a few days?"
His brows snapped over his eyes. "You want to stay, Lauren?" he asked.
"It's settled." His tone left me no room for objection. I kind of felt bad that we were leaving just when we got here yesterday, but a larger part of me was glad I was going to leave. No offense to Mason, but his family sucked. He was as unkind as them, but he wasn't rotten like Dominic.
The person that had surprised me the most in the family was Sebastian. Even though we didn't have a first good impression, if I had stayed for a few more days, we would have gotten along so well.
We left the next morning without saying goodbye to anyone. No one came to see us off, but how would they know we were gone when we disappeared at five in the morning?
I was convinced now that Mason never sleeps in his life. His obsession with doing everything either in the middle of the night or early in the morning wasn't attractive. But when you looked at him, you couldn't spot the bags under his eyes.
We hadn't spoken to each other since we left the house and it was quiet on the plane as well. When we landed, I was glad and anxious. I couldn't wait to visit my dad and to see Beth, but I told myself I wouldn't tell them what had transpired between me and Mason's family. I wouldn't want to upset my dad any further and worry Beth for no reason.
"Well, that was a nice short visit to your family. We should do it again sometime," I said with a bitter laugh, looking out of the window of the car.
His own laugh mirrored my bitter one. "I'm glad you're finding humor in this. I worried that you might have lost it."
I turned and stared back at him uncomprehendingly. "What will happen to Dominic?" I wanted to know where he was taken. I didn't care what happened to him, but I was curious to know where he was at.
"Let Dominic worry about that." His eyes were slitted and angry.
"You're not going to kill him, are you?"
His lips curved cynically. "As a matter of fact, I'd have him executed on live television. It'd be a hit, don't you think?"
I gazed at him, bewildered. "What?"
Mason rolled his eyes. "I have a sense of humor too, Lauren."
I released a deep breath and chuckled. "You got me worried there for a sec." No matter what Dominic did, I wouldn't wish him death unless he truly deserved it.
"You're weird, do you know that? He almost r*ped you, but you're more worried about whether I will kill him or not," he noted, his mouth hardening and his eyes dancing with disbelief.
"Has anyone ever told you you're straight forward? You don't care about what comes out of your mouth to anyone."
"I'm a believer of coming straight to the point. I don't care if someone doesn't like my choice of words," came his flat reply. "Cold hard facts makes you stronger."
"Or makes you gain enemies."
"If I didn't have enemies, Lauren, I would worry."
He was being serious. He was saying this from the bottom of his heart. There was no denying that Mason Campbell was insane. Having enemies didn't feel like an achievement. If I were in his spot, I would fear ever stepping out of my house in fear of getting shot.
But Mason was arrogant and conceited who believed that no bullet would touch him unless he ordered it to.
The word was out before I could stop it. "You're crazy, Mason, you know that?"
His hooded gaze did not waver. "Einstein was believed to be crazy too."