MASONMy driver speeds down the savannah like there's fire on his trail. In a few moments, the gates of the mansion come into view.Mira hasn't said anything else, but her shivers have gotten violent. The rain pours with a vengeance now. Everything is drab and gray, just like my mood.I look down to find her delicate face squeezed in a grimace, her teeth chattering, and my heart suffers a blow.I have definitely gone too far this time. Fuck!The gates open on their own, and the car finally skids to a stop. Agent Morris steps down quickly, running over to hold an umbrella over our heads. We are led into the mansion and I make quick work for the rooms."Call the doctor." I order sharply. "He should be here in the next five minutes, or he'll lose his god-damned job."" On it, sir" Agent Morris says, already whipping out his phone.Mira holds on to me monkey style, both her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, seeking my warmth. Without thinking, I lean down and kiss the top of her head.

FIFTY THREE – MASON"Hello, brother."I hold the phone so tight, it almost cracks as Devon's voice comes through the speakers. I shut my eyes, trying to regulate my distorted breathing."Devon. What do you want?""Tsk. Tsk. So rude. This isn't how one speaks to his brother."I lean against my office table, anger simmering in my veins." I do not have time for this, Devon. What the fuck do you want?"I left a warm and naked Mira in bed barely two hours after we had fallen asleep because the office phone wouldn't stop ringing. My patience has been stretched to its limits."Did you enjoy my surprise?" His voice is cold now, revealing the real, evil Devon who hides behind the expensive façade."What are you talking about?" I ask through gritted teeth.He laughs. It sounds like the warning bells of death."Since you've decided to play dumb, I'll give you a hint." A pause. " Did the little boy break a leg?"For a moment, everything goes still. Then I see red. I pace round the length of my o

MIRAMason wants a whore? By God, a whore he will get.I am well aware of my naked, plus sized arse jiggling as I make my way to the stage. Men have always commented on the sexual beauty of my arse. I plan to use it against Mason tonight.The other model looking girls eye me as I climb atop the stage. An image of their boobs in Mason's face as they leaned over to kiss him flashes through my vision, and I see red.I point a shaky finger at the girl standing by the middle pole."Hey, you. Move."She stays rooted to the spot, staring at me like I have just grown wings. I narrow my eyes at her, and she scrambles to the next pole.I intend to be the centre of attention tonight. I intend to be the main course.I wrap my fingers around the pole, enjoying the adrenaline that courses through my blood. Fuck! It's been too long since I danced on one of these.I strike a pose and stare down at Mason as he balances into his chair, giving me his full attention."Where's the dance music?" I ask, my

MASONMy gaze roves over Mira's nude, sated body, and my dick hardens in my pants. Fuck, she's beautiful.Right now, she looks tired, but I do not feel satisfied. Not even by half. My subconscious tells me I should be letting her rest and recover, but my body sings an entirely different tune.I know I should be taking it easy on her, but I want to punish her so hard, it hurts. I release the buttons of my pants and turn away, trying to get a grasp on the dark, venomous rage that threatens to choke me.She shouldn't have run from me. She made a big mistake when she fucking hinted at letting another man touch what belongs to me.Tonight was simply a test, one I never planned on going through with anyways. The plan was to pay Daisy off and send her home after we left, but Mira's reaction was the icing on my fucking cake.I don't know why, but since I set my eyes on the Italian firecracker, the thought of touching another woman feels like a bloody taboo.I hear her breathing gradually retu

MIRAI can hear Halloway's ramblings as Mason holds my arms, pinning me in place. I try to escape but he narrows his eyes at me, and I remain still.Hurt churns in my gut as I remember his words.'Do not disrespect Halloway.' But little miss perfect has the leeway to disrespect me. Not in this life."Yes. I added that to my schedule. I will be there."Mason disconnects the call and stares at my bent head without a word. I can feel his heated gaze all over me."Look at me, Mira." He says finally.I fold my now free arms and keep my head low. I hear his sharp intake of breath just before he wraps his arms around me, slamming me against him.Shock courses through my veins. My eyes go wide, and I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to maintain my balance.Mason picks me up, walking forward until the backs of my thighs encounter cold, smooth marble. He sets me down on the marble counter and proceeds to stand between my legs, keeping my thighs firmly apart with his fingers wrapped aro