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

MIRAMy cheeks heat as I fix the last button of my trench coat. What the fuck was I thinking? How the hell did I go from hating Mason's guts to almost melting into a pool of heated butter at his touch? I always pride myself on my focus, but how did I get so distracted?I risk a peek at him to find his dark head bent over his laptop, his fingers flying over the keys.Asides from my irregular breathing and the foggy windows, there's no indication that New York's most eligible bachelor had just come all over a common stripper. I struggle to regain my composure and look comfortable, meanwhile, Mason looks as gorgeous and as composed as ever.I feel a slight pang. What did I think? That he would be affected by whatever just happened between us? I am just his slut. He made it clear from the get go that I am only here to give him sexual pleasure, and that's it. I thought I had accepted that. So why does my heart twist at his indifference? Why does it feel like I want…more?I shake my head

MIRA"Mason, why don't we give Mira and her sisters a moment.""Yes, Mason." Vanessa taunts.Mason turns cold, dark eyes on her."Do not push me, Miss Rodriguez."Vanessa opens her mouth to speak but I grab her arm and shake my head. Her eyes widen in surprise. I am usually the one who loves arguments and confrontations, but I know a fight with Mason Lachlan is one we will never win. Damon gets to his feet and tucks both hands in the pockets of his trench coat. I hear Anna's soft gasp and stiffle a smile. Yes, Mason Lachlan's bestfriend is one gorgeous daredevil.He isn't looking at Anna though. His expressive aqua eyes are trained firmly on Vanessa. She folds her arms and stares back at him. The sparks flying between them is quite blinding.My, my, my, Vanessa Rodriguez. Frolicking with a hunk from the rival side. How rude. I love it.Vanessa and I have been through a lot together. If Damon is her happily ever after, I will stop at nothing to make sure they're together.Then suddenl

MIRAI collapse against the counter, trying and failing horribly to catch my breath. My body buzzes with a thousand different sensations, pleasure being foremost of them. I hear movements around the spacious bathroom but I'm too weak to check it out at the moment. I feel stiff all over. At this point, I would be grateful for the ability to move my limbs. I can't even take off my blind fold.Strong arms lift me and panic sears my veins."No. No more, please." I beg. "I can't take anymore."Mason molds my naked, shivering form against his with one hand, and unties the knot of my blindfold with the other. My tired gaze meets his dark, thoughtful ones. His eyes do not spark with heat, or anger, or desire. Instead, the gray orbs almost appear…worried. Shocker."Are you hurt?" He mutters gruffly."Yes." I deadpan. "I hurt all over."A deep "v" appears between his brows. Who is this man?"Are you sore?" My cheeks heat at the question and I lower my eyes."Answer the question, Mira.""Yes

MIRAI stumble into the room blindly, panic twisting my veins. After pacing for five minutes and Mason still hasn't arrived, I begin to panic. I wish I could face him with some clothes on. Trying to explain things to him with just a filmsy towel around my chest could be a little…distracting.I wander around the room, trying to clear my mind by inspecting the room's stoic, though marvelous decor. Everything is done in black and white. Just like his soul. I wonder if it's symbolic.I am feeling up an indoor, science controlled, green room when I hear the low hiss that signifies that the door is being activated. I freeze.I recognise the low, determined click of Mason's shoes as he comes closer and closer. He finally comes into view and I suck in a breath, not because he still looks murderous, but because he's just so plain good-looking, I feel my panties melt.He looks every bit the calm, controlled billionaire with a clean cut, graphite coloured suit that was tailored to match his ever