TWELVE – HOT, BURNING PASSION

MIRA

"…come here,Mira."

Those words, softly spoken but edged with so much dangerous, sexual heat, has me clinging desperately to the seat.

I stare helplessly at his rapidly darkening eyes. They are no longer their usual stormy gray. They're dark now, almost black. His gaze roves over me, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breath. My skin feels too tight, too heated for my body.

Mason reaches over and depresses a black button. A glass window comes up, obstructing the driver from having even the slightest view of whatever is going on in the backseat.

The moment takes me down horrible memory lane. Being in an enclosed space with this man, I should be panicking, looking for means to escape. Instead, I am breathy with barely restrained anticipation.

Strangely, I want to see where all of this goes.

"Come here, Mira." He growls. "Remember, I make the rules, and I do not like repeating myself. You know the consequences of disobeying me."

Of course I do. He might end up sending all of us t