FORTY ONEMIRAI stare at Mason, shock coursing through my veins. I find it extremely difficult to survive five minutes alone with this man in the room. How the hell will I survive two weeks in an entire mansion alone with him?"B-but…""Hush, princess. There are no buts." His gaze turns serious. "After last night, I realized this is the only way." He gets to his feet. "Be prepared. We're leaving in a few hours.""What exactly happened last night?" I ask quietly.Mason pauses, then he turns slowly in my direction. His steely gaze holds mine. It is a real struggle not to look away, or lower my eyes in fear."What did you say?"I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant."I do not think anything happened last night, or if it did, I do not remember."Something dangerous flashes in those gray depths, just before he shuts his eyes. When he opens them a moment later, they are calm. Unnervingly so.He leans over me, his hot breath tickling my senses. I clench my thighs against the heat that flo

MIRA The food arrives and Mason force-feeds me the entire plate, not eating anything as usual. His heated gaze on me as I wrap my lips around the fork is enough to flood my already soaked panties all over again. I shift and squirm in my seat, trying to alleviate the throbbing ache in my core. After my brutal past, I vowed never to feel any form of sexual attraction towards any man. I kept to that vow until I met Mason Lachlan. Now, I'm simmering like a cat in heat, anticipating even the slightest brush of his fingers against my skin, but dreading it all the same. Get a grip of yourself, Mira. All too soon, the dishes are cleared and it is time to depart. Mason hasn't said a word to me since the food arrived. Now, he leans over me, fiddling with the snaps of my seat belt as the announcer's voice comes over the speakers. My eyes rove over his hard, handsome profile. His finger brushes against me and shivers run up my spine. His arresting, gray gaze finally meets mine and I look

MIRAMason's kiss leaves me oddly breathless, and craving for more.My core hasn't stopped throbbing, and my thighs ache with the need to wrap then around his strong, muscled body. I fly to the bathroom, hurriedly taking off my clothes and sinking into the large, French tub. The hot water sluices over my skin, and I moan with pleasure.I lather with the Jasmine scented soap absently, imagining the wickedly hot things Mason Lachlan might do to me when he finally arrives. Will he eat me out while I come until I have nothing left to give like the last time? Will he thrust those expert, blunt fingers straight through my G-spot? Will he spank my arse until it glows a decadent red, and all I feel are delicious, pin pricks of pleasure in my core, while my pain fades into distant memory?Will he bend me over one of the marble sinks while his hot, hard cock pounds into me over and over again?Mason and I haven't actually had sex yet, and I am relieved. But at the same time, I'm beginning to

MIRATo my surprise, Mason cleans me thoroughly with a bath cloth, then gives me a refreshing, full bath in the bathtub, before leaving the room without a word.Thelma comes in a moment later to announce I will be having breakfast downstairs this morning.I must say, I'm shocked. Mason had a change of mind? Oh well, I do not particularly care, so long as I do not get to eat all by myself up here.I hurriedly dress up, afraid to keep everyone waiting. I plan to do a little light exploring today, so I wear very short shorts and a mid riff exposing crop top.My choice of clothes is partly to tempt Mason, more than it is for exploration. My subconscious tells me that I'm playing with fire, but I have never been known to shy away from flames. I rush downstairs. Voices filter into the hall as I descend the slightly curved, grand stairs. Male voices. I take one look at my shorts and immediately have a rethink. If Mason has guests, I do not think it would be wise to trigger him by appearing

MIRAMason's words hit me with the force of a tow truck. Suddenly, I feel cold. I wrap my arms tight around myself, trying to fight the numbing cold that settles deep in my bones.How the hell did water get on the stairs anyways? Who was responsible for it? Why would Mason blame me?Anyone could be responsible. Thelma, the guards, Devon…anyone. But this can only mean one thing. It is either the water was an accident, or a perfectly orchestrated plan. And my mind is dangerously tilting towards the later option.The room where Dorchester is being attended to isn't sound proof, so I can hear his pained cries as the doctor tries to work on him. My heart twists and turns in my chest. Poor baby.Mason's fiery, enraged eyes flashes through my subconscious. Oh, Lord, please let the little boy be okay. Mason isn't ready to listen to anything I say. I can only imagine what he would to me if Dutch's situation gets worse.When my poor heart can no longer stand Dutch's whimpering, I suddenly feel