MIRAI make to go outside, then I remember that my print on the retina scan hasn't been set yet. I turn in the direction Mason just went, then turn back immediately. Should I go back and ask him to get the door open for me? Should I just stay away? Decisions, decisions…I make up my mind to go ask him when a noise from behind startles me. I turn to find Darth standing there, a quizzical look in his eyes,"Do you need something, ma'm?" He asks quietly.I give him a wide eyed look," What is with all of you and sneaking up on me all the time?!"He backs up as if I've just accused him of bloody murder." My apologies. It wasn't intended."I roll my eyes and turn away," It's fine, Darth. I need the door open. Mason said you can take me on a tour around the property.""Your retina prints have already been set, ma'm. You just need to activate it."I whirl in his direction, completely surprised."Wasn't I supposed to provide that? How did you get it?"Darth's stone cold expression is still
MIRAMason grabs a towel and ties it around his waist, hiding his impressive erection. I sink into the tub so only my head is visible as I focus all my attention on him . He sinks back onto the wet bench, his fingers firmly clenched into fists at his sides. His eyes meet mine and the raw intensity in them makes my cheeks heat.”I want you to understand that you have nothing to hide from me, Mira. You have nothing to fear. You can tell me about your past, and I’ll make sure that every single person who hurt you pays. If I have to tell you about my past to get you to really trust me, so be it.”I swallow and nod, giving him the go ahead. Mason takes a deep breath and lowers his head, when he raises them once more, I am stunned by the torturous look in those gray orbs.” My family is what you would call dysfunctional. My father…” Another deep breath, “he abused my siblings for a long time, until they began to run away one by one.” My heart twists at the raw pain in his voice. I can ima
MIRA"What is wrong, baby. Talk to me." Intrigued by his soft tone, my head comes up and I'm once again held captive by those beautiful gray orbs. It takes me a while to regain my equilibrium."Uh, I just had a little heartache for a while. I'm fine now." I hold my breath, hoping he believes my little tale. I've always been a shitty liar.Mason's eyes narrow over my face and I almost break out in cold sweat. He will come to find out about my hatred for the mafia sooner or later when it's my turn to tell my story. I don't want to face my wars earlier than I have to."Are you lying to me?" He asks with so much conviction, I can swear he knows I'm lying.I swallow, forcing a small smile."No. Absolutely not. So…your uncle," I say quickly, trying to change the subject, "what happened after that?"His eyes tighten as he once again relives the horror of his past,"He came for me that night."My eyes widen,"What? Like he waltzed into your house and carried you away?"He blinks," No, of c
MASON“…I was nineteen…”I feel Mira become tense against me as she gets ready to relive the horrors of her past, and it only fills me with unimaginable rage. Rage for the people who hurt her and continue to feel like they can get away with it, Rage for the fact that she always felt nothing could be done about it.Well, I’m here now, and I will make sure that every single bastard who has ever laid a violent hand on her, and I mean even the slightest pinch, will die a really horrible death.”My family wasn’t exactly poor…” she shuts her eyes for second. When she opens them, they shimmer with a strange shine. Tears.”God, who am I kidding? We were barely surviving, barely hanging on.”She makes to speak again but snaps her mouth shut, her lower lips trembling. I rub my thumbs soothingly against her forearms.”It’s okay, baby girl. You’re okay.”She nods rapidly, then takes a deep breath and continues.”Have you ever been so hungry that you envisioned cutting off and deep frying one of yo
MIRAI am currently floating on a sea of pleasure. Somewhere within the abyss of my subconscious , raw, sensuous pleasure shoots through me so intensely, my back comes arching off the bed.I struggle with consciousness, unwilling to leave the sweet, sweet confines of my dream.”Up yet, baby?”Oh God, could this get any better? Now I’m listening to the voice of the sexiest man alive in my dreamland. I feel another lightening bolt streak of pleasure, one so hot, so intense, I come awake on a muffled moan with my eyes flying opening.I lie on the bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling in shock and complete disorientation. What the fuck is going on? Then I feel it again. A hard, wet swipe against my aching sex that makes my pulse leap and my toes curl.”M-mason?””Yes, sweetheart.” My heartbeat skyrockets at the realization that he’s here. He’s really here! He didn’t leave or anything.I raise my self, balancing my upper body on my forearms as I stare down at the dark head currently ca
MIRAAfter getting rid of Mason’s briefs, I watch him lie back as I fist his throbbing shaft. I move my clenched fingers around it from base to tip, enjoying his sharp hisses of pleasure. His lips part on a silent groan as I run my thumb over the swollen, purple head of his cock. “C’mon, Mira. Don’t play games with me. Suck already.” He groans.I smile to myself. He’s joking if he thinks I’m making this any easy for him.”Patience, patience.” I coo.I lean in closer and blow a long, shuddering breath over his length and he lets out an actual groan. A loud one.”You’re playing with fire, little flower.”I smirk,”Haven’t you been taught not be arrogant when a woman has your most precious organ in her palm?””My dick is not my most precious organ, but I swear if you do not get that smart mouth on me in the next few seconds, I’m taking you over my knee.”I pause, looking at him through my lashes.”You have a lot of nerve.” I observe.My hard, peebled nipples rub against the bed over and
MASONAfter two, or was it three more rounds of hard sex, Mason and I finally find ourselves back in the bathroom where he gives me soothing, refreshing bath. He literally scrubs me clean.When we’re both squeaky clean, Mason pins me beneath him on the bed. My legs are completely entangled with his. There’s absolutely no escaping him.”I like you like this.” He murmurs, running a thumb over my cheeks.”Oh? Like what?””Naked in my bed. Completely mine.”My pulse spikes and my heart begins to burn with a warm glow. Calm down, stupid heart.”I’m not utterly yours, Mason.” I challenge.His eyes equally spark with a dangerous, gray gleam.”Want me to show you all over again?” He asks, running his fingers over my thighs suggestively.”Are you joking?”His face is a perfect mask of seriousness,”Do you think I’m joking?”My mouth falls open and for a few seconds, I’m not able to utter a single word.”We just had…sex a couple minutes ago. I’m incredibly sore.” I point out incredulously.His
MIRAYou know that point in your life when it feels like you have absolutely no idea which path you're headed?That part where you feel like you had everything all figured out and suddenly, the way you chose doesn't feel like the right way anymore and you're all toggled up with confusion? That is exactly how I feel right now.Mason's eyes spark with conviction and something else, an emotion I have seen one two many times in those gray depths…determination. "I'm the one who owes you not the other way round, Mason."One of his perfectly shaped brows shoot up."And what exactly do you feel you owe me, Miss Fernandez? Sex? Mistress duties?"Okay, now I'm confused. I lift my chin, my gaze equally tinged with determination."I'm sorry, did I perhaps miss the memo? Isn't that exactly why I'm here?"Mason stares down at me for a while. An emotion that feels too dangerously close to indecision flits in his gaze."I don't want you to just be my mistress anymore."I freeze." What?"He rolls off