Todos los capítulos de Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession.: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICITLY DESCRIBED SEXUAL SCENES. PLEASE, DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SUCH.MIRAI stare at Mason's smug face and suddenly, it all comes rushing back.The pain.The humiliation.The hatred.Suddenly, it climbs up my neck, choking me until I can barely breathe. Finally, I am able to see through my sexual fog to the real monster in an angel's body before me. Mason must sense the change in my mood because the lightness in his eyes disappears, leaving behind a cold, gray shell."Strip, Mira." He says, more forcefully this time. I should be scared. This man owns me now. He can choose to do with me as he pleases. But my anger is too potent. I'm too far gone.I hold his stare and shake my head."No. I don't want this. Any of this."His eyes flash," You seem to forget that you do not have a choice. I will take you, Mira. You will be mine tonight. I do not care if I have to force you into submission."My mouth falls open, my heart rate speeding u

MIRAI'm having a very pleasurable dream.I cling to the dream, refusing to be thrust back into harsh abyss of reality. Mason is fucking me, and he's fucking me hard.In the dream, I grab onto the bedsheets, my screams of ecstasy filling the room as the devil himself pounds between my thighs.Pleasure and sweet, sweet pain explodes behind my eyes as I grab onto his fine arse, begging him to go faster.He drives my quivering arse into the bed with the force of his thrusts, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.Hot, soft lips brush against my ears, a hot breath flutters against my neck, and a jolt of electricity runs up my spine,"Wake up, princess. I want to look at you while I fuck you."That puts an end to my dream. My eyes fly open at Mason's roughly murmured words, and I'm immediately drawn to the delicious pressure between my thighs. It takes a moment or two for me to realise that it was no dream. Mason is indeed fucking me, but he's going slower this time.My chest tightens w

MASON I've had a really shitty afternoon. After my sappy conversation with Mira earlier, I left the hotel to clear my mind, and ended up at the store. Right now, I'm sitting in a chair in a corner, watching the men I hired try to return the store to its former position. The casino props have been removed, and the shelves are being reinstalled. I have absolutely no idea why I told Mira that I haven't been with anyone since she left. I never planned on telling her, but this just proves my theory that this woman affects me in more ways than I can explain.I want to keep her, not just for one year, but for a really long time, until I scratch this unbearable itch of wanting to touch her every damned second of the day. I wouldn't say I didn't have the urge to have sex while Mira was on the run. I did actually, everytime her beautiful eyes crossed my mind, which was almost every second of the day. Once in a while, I invited women who met my standards to my room, but I just couldn't go on

MASON"Darth, ready the men and fast cars. I've got fools to track.""Yes, sir. Immediately."Darth leaves to carry out my order, while I sit at my table, trying not to throw things. My therapist said breathing exercises can curb the need to smash the nearest object against the wall when I'm angry, but I don't feel like carrying out any bloody breathing exercises right now.Blood roars through my veins and I get to my feet, unable to sit still. It's six pm. Manora's shift must have been over by now. Meaning she's preparing for the meeting that could get my woman and I killed. Seeing no other means to channel my anger, I slam my fists into the drywall in front of me. The plaster does not explode, evidence of quality building work, and the pain that shoots up my arm does not do anything to quell the anger slowly simmering inside me either.Cancer. Fucking cancer.I know deep down that I haven't fully processed the fact that if I hadn't found her on time, Mira's situation could've gotte

MIRA THE PAST "Move along. Do not waste my time." I ignore the pain in my shoulder and thighs as Cody urges me towards the great doors. When he goes on to open the doors instead of turning into the hall, I give him a wide eyed look. "Where are we going?" We are never allowed outside of the brothel during working hours. Ever. Cody turns in my direction, his lips twisting in an ugly sneer, "Do as I say and stop with the questions." I snap my mouth shut after that. I don't know why, but goosebumps rise on my skin, and my stomach tightens with dread. Today's test is on resilience. I hope it isn't one that breaks me. A tinted car comes to a stop before us and Cody pulls open the back door and pushes me inside. I land roughly on my knees, a curse of pain escaping my lips. I hear the bastard's mocking laugh before he closes the door, leaving me with the stone faced driver. I scramble to my knees and sit on the car seat. "Um…hi. Where are we going, please?" Just then the passenger