Todos os capítulos de Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession.: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

MIRAI stare down at Mason, my heart beating a mile per second at the venomous anger that spits from his gray depths. "How did you know about that?" I whisper. His lips tighten." The doctors thought you had cancer. Fucking cancer, Mira." He growls.I look away. I cannot stand his judging gaze."Are you going to be a complete coward? Or are you going to tell me what the hell happened to you?"I take a deep breath, taking the easy way out. I look him dead in the eye and lift my chin,"Well, I was feeling suffocated so I decided to take a walk outside. A second later, I heard gunshots and someone threw me to the ground. That's all I remember."Mason shakes his head in disbelief, and I bite my lower lip to numb the pain I feel at the disappointment in his gaze."I never pegged you for a coward, Mira. You sure as hell know that is not what I asked."Unable to stand our close proximity anymore, I make to move. Mason clamps his arm around my waist, keeping me in place. My eyes snap to his,

MIRAI go through my bathroom routines quickly, and I'm out of the Master's bedroom and wandering down the hall in fifteen minutes. I feel strangely energized. Definitely not like I had just suffered a mini heart attack barely moments ago. Curse my weak heart, by the way.I wrap my arms around myself, hoping I do not run into a certain gray eyed god on my way. After Mason's rather… intense proposal in the bathroom, and my foolish acceptance out of misled pride, I intend to stay as far away from him as possible. I have no idea what plans he has up his sleeves, which means I'm in perpetual danger. Great.I push open all the doors I come across, but they only lead me to empty rooms. Mason isn't in any of them. Good, I guess. I push open the last door before the sitting room and instantly regret it. Mason looks past the blue suited man before him, pinning me in place with those intense, gray eyes. My heart begins a slow thud against my ribcage, my lips seem to be stuck to the roof of my

MIRA We are finally aboard one of Mason's private jets, bound for New York. I lean towards the windows, giving the city of Las Vegas one last, longing glance before we depart. The realisation that I may not be back here in the next one year crashes on me, killing my already dampened mood. Mason hired professionals to oversee the running of the store for him while he'll be gone. I have no idea how to feel about that. I wanted to be actively involved in the growth of the store. It was supposed to be my legacy. I guess not all dreams come true. The hostess announces the departure of the plane and Anna and I buckle ourselves in. Mason had disappeared into the back of the cabin without a word, and without a single glance in my direction. I have no idea how to feel about that either. The plane begins its taxi down the runway and my skin becomes cold and clammy with sweat and fear. As usual, painful memories of the stony faces of those men as they tore their whips into my skin assail m

MIRA The fire in Mason's eyes tell me he's not joking. The heat gradually unfurling in my belly tells me I might not want him to be. God, this situation is a thousand diffrerent shades of fucked up. I watch helplessly as Mason slowly parts my trembling thighs, revealing my apparently soaked and dripping pussy to his scorching eyes. The slightly musky scent of my arousal permeates the air, betraying my earlier struggle to escape him. His eyes leave mine, slowly trailing down my stomach until they get to my burning core. I sense the moment he catches sight of my arousal. His eyes darken imperceptibly, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lower lip. The single act sends spasms through my frame. "So wet. So fucking ready for me." My pussy clenches at his roughly whispered words. He dips his head lower towards my core, and my eyes widen with panic. If he touches me there, I'm a total goner. "No! Mason, wait!" He doesn't listen. I feel his lips on the…inside on my thigh. What? He kiss

MASON "Sleep, princess. I'll wake you up when we're about to land."I watch with a strange ache in my chest as Mira burrows further into the pillows. Long lashes form a crescent over her high cheekbones. Beautiful black hair splays over the pillows, giving her the appearance of some exotic Disney princess…or a forbidden female Angel.She blinks up at me twice, trying to fight sleep, but apparently, she's more tired than she thinks. Before long, her lashes finally flutter closed and she burrows further into the duvet. I stand there like a creep with both my hands tucked in the pockets of my slacks, staring at her.She's so beautiful, so delicate, so fucking fragile. Touching her sometimes feels like a horrible taboo. No matter how hard I've tried to make up for the mistakes of my past, I feel like I might taint her with my darkness whenever I get my hands on her.To any normal, right thinking human, that should be a reason to stay away from her, fucking let her go. But I'm not any of