TWENTY ONE – SADISTIC PLEASURES

MIRA

The scent of that familiar, expensive male cologne hits me and I go still. The room is pitch black so I cannot make out his face, but I finally let go of my panic and fear long enough to feel his touch and the electrifying feel of his heated breath against my skin.

He doesn’t give me the chance to breathe. His lips rove over my neck, kissing and nipping until my knees are quaking and the only thing holding me up is his body against mine.

“Mason. Mason, please…”

“Shh, Mira.” He growls almost angrily. “The only sounds I want to hear from you are your moans of pleasure. Don’t say anything else. Don’t even look at me.”

His words slice through my heart like a sharp blade. I try to push him away but he only presses me harder against the wall.

Trapped. I’m trapped.

“Trying to escape me is fruitless. Very fruitless. You’ve already gotten permission from the law to keep me away. I understand you do not want me around. Fair warning, Mira. It’s my turn to take. And I’m going to take from y