Hera povMy lips curl upwards in a smile. " Are you accusing me?" I ask and Mason Chuckles, his deep rich masculine voice brushing against my skin like silk." I don't know Hera. That's why I am asking you." He answers.I tilt my head. He definately knows I kissed him to irk that bitch Fiona. " I don't like being threatened." I reply, my fingers grazing his well trimmed beard. " She happened to warn me to stay away from you so I wanted to know what would become of me if I didn't." I smile, my eyes twinkling mischievously.He laughs, his eyes shining with mirth." You are defiant. I like it." Mason whispers seductively. " Careful what you wish for. I am not a biker but I am not a good girl either." I caution him. Mason grins at me, " I like them bad, Hera." He whispers, leaning closer and I feel my breath catch. His hand moves to the nape of my neck and he pulls me towards him. My body is pressed against his, oneif his hands going around my waist. His lips are inches away from mi
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