EIGHTEEN – AT ANY COST

MIRA

I collapse against the counter, trying and failing horribly to catch my breath. My body buzzes with a thousand different sensations, pleasure being foremost of them.

I hear movements around the spacious bathroom but I'm too weak to check it out at the moment. I feel stiff all over. At this point, I would be grateful for the ability to move my limbs. I can't even take off my blind fold.

Strong arms lift me and panic sears my veins.

"No. No more, please." I beg. "I can't take anymore."

Mason molds my naked, shivering form against his with one hand, and unties the knot of my blindfold with the other.

My tired gaze meets his dark, thoughtful ones. His eyes do not spark with heat, or anger, or desire. Instead, the gray orbs almost appear…worried.

Shocker.

"Are you hurt?" He mutters gruffly.

"Yes." I deadpan. "I hurt all over."

A deep "v" appears between his brows. Who is this man?

"Are you sore?"

My cheeks heat at the question and I lower my eyes.

"Answer the question, Mira."

"Yes