Mag-log in(Mira’s POV)I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the crisp white school shirt that hugged my curves just enough, the black pleated skirt falling mid-thigh, and my blazer draped over my shoulders. My reflection stared back, flawless on the outside, but inside I was a storm. Gray’s rejection last night still burned, mixed with the vivid memories of Damon that had left me wrecked on the floor. And now I had to ride on his bike again? My mother’s words echoed in my head as I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.Gray was already outside, leaning against his bike in his uniform, looking unfairly composed. The morning light caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. My stomach twisted with a confusing mix of anger and heat.(Gray’s POV)She came down the steps looking like every fantasy I’d been trying to bury. The uniform should have been modest white shirt, pleated skirt, blazer but on Mira Ashford it was pure
(Mira’s POV)I lay sprawled on the cool marble floor of my bedroom, legs still trembling, my fingers glistening with my own juices. The aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me in lazy waves, but the satisfaction felt hollow. My chest heaved as I stared at the ceiling, creamy chocolate skin slick with sweat, my crop top pushed up over my breasts and my jean shorts tangled around one ankle. Gray’s rejection burned hotter than the pleasure I’d just chased.Who the hell does he think he is?Exhaustion pulled at me like heavy chains. My eyes drifted shut, and my mind—always restless, always hungry—slipped backward. Back to that summer. Back to the basement. Back to Damon.The memory swallowed me whole.His two thick fingers were still buried deep inside my tight, virgin pussy, pumping slowly, curling against that sensitive spot that made my vision blur. I was thirteen, legs spread obscenely wide on the old couch in the dimly lit basement, my sleeping shorts sh
(Mira’s POV)Gray’s hand was still wrapped around the back of my neck, firm and warm, his fingers pressing just enough to make my pulse thunder against his skin. Our bodies were flush, my breasts crushed against his hard chest, my hips brushing the unmistakable bulge straining in his trousers. The air in the study felt thick, electric, like the moment before a storm finally broke. Every nerve in my body was on fire. My pussy throbbed so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my thighs, slick and aching, my jean shorts suddenly too tight, too confining.This is it.I closed my eyes, lips parting as I leaned in, ready for him to finally claim what I’d been teasing him for. Ready for that mouth I’d been fantasizing about to crash down on mine. Ready for Gray Calloway to lose control and fuck me the way I needed hard, deep, relentless. My breath trembled. “Gray…”But instead of pulling me closer, he shoved me back.The force wasn’t gentle. My back hit the edge of the
(Mira’s POV)The clock on my laptop glowed 1:47 AM, the numbers blurring slightly as I rubbed my tired eyes. My room was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the screen and the faint city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The silk sheets on my bed were still perfectly made, I hadn’t even bothered lying down yet. Instead, I sat cross-legged on the plush rug, surrounded by open textbooks, scattered notes, and an empty mug of coffee that had gone cold hours ago.Come on, Mira. Just finish this.Gray’s voice echoed in my head from earlier the calm, steady way he explained those damn equations, the faint disappointment when he’d handed back my previous assignment. Seventeen out of fifty. The memory made my cheeks burn with a mix of shame and something sharper. I wasn’t used to failing at anything, especially not in front of him.I typed furiously, cross-referencing formulas on Google, scribbling corrections in the margins of my notebook. My fingers ached, but I pushe
(MIRA’S POV) I walked back into the house and slammed the door behind me, of course Grey was starting to get under my skin and I hate it so much, but if I’m being honest I think I’m more upset with the girlies who are roaming aimlessly around him and the way Lila is always talking about him fuck it! I hope she’s not already crushing on him. My legs dragged roughly across the marble tile as I found my way up stairs inside my room my heart beat pounding twice as fast, I need to do something with this Grey situation I need to find a way to trap him into becoming mine so every girl stays off, I need him to look at me differently and crave me while I tease him around but of course something about his disciplined attitude just pisses me off yuck! “Mira class in 30 minutes” I heard his deep husky voice echo right outside my door, I felt my panties getting soaked again, I mean what kind of a guy gets a ladies legs shaking just by talking. Am I supposed to hate his guts or love how his voic
(Mira’s POV)I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, and for once it had absolutely nothing to do with school itself. Gray’s assignment had stolen most of my evening, forcing me to spend hours staring at equations that seemed determined to make my life miserable. The notebook was still lying open on my bedside table, almost mocking me. The moment I saw it, irritation surged through me all over again. I had never met someone capable of making mathematics feel like a personal attack, and somehow Gray managed to do it effortlessly.By the time I finished getting ready and arrived at school, my mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. Students crowded the hallways as usual, lockers slammed shut in every direction, and conversations bounced off the walls in a chaotic mixture of gossip, complaints, and laughter. My eyes immediately searched for Lila, knowing she was usually impossible to miss. Sure enough, I found her standing beside her locker, completely absorbed in her phone until sh
(Mira’s POV)The next morning started with pure annoyance.I woke up irritated, exhausted, and somehow still angry about the whole dinner situation from yesterday night. Gray’s face kept replaying in my head no matter how hard I tried distracting myself, and honestly it was beginning to get on my n
(Mira’s pov) My breathing hitched immediately as I felt his hands on my thighs. I couldn't breath, I turned around to see if my mom was seeing this but she wasn’t there I think she got bored of the movie and went upstairs. My other cousins were lying down on the bare floor, their attention on the
(Mira’s POV)“Mira.”The sound of my father’s voice outside my bedroom door snapped me out of my thoughts immediately. I jerked upright so fast that the towel hanging close to the sink almost slipped from my hands. My breathing was uneven as I quickly wrapped the white towel around my body and tigh
Victor pulled her head forward, as he slowly rubbed the head of his already dripping cock at the entrance of her behind. The coldness and how good it felt sent shivers down her entire body, and without hesitation he pulled his force inside her. “Oh fuck!” She screamed as her body received his 8 in







