MIRAI'm exhausted.After successfully shipping off the Blue Jade to a buyer in Sweden, Vanessa and I parted ways. Of course with the promise that I will tell her everything that happened with Mason last night, and in detail.Thankfully, she agreed to keep Anna with her for the rest of the night. Anna might notice my mood and begin asking questions. Crisis averted – for the moment.I get into bed and pull the covers over my head. Just for tonight, I want to have a good night's rest. Tomorrow, all my problems will come barging in, but tonight, I just want to sleep and forget.I shut my eyes and drift off. Icy gray eyes haunt and chase me all the way to the other side.***I jerk awake.I'm not sure what I heard, but I most definitely heard something.The soft light of dawn filters through the tiny room window, casting the small space in a gloomy glow.I'm about to fall back to bed when I notice the open door.Funny, but I'm one hundred percent sure I shut that door a few hours ago. A
MASONI can boldly swear that I have never met a more stubborn woman. What woman would rather go to prison than get paid fifty million dollars? Mira Fernandez.I wasn't lying when I said she intrigues me. I have never seen anyone like her. If she slips through my fingers now, I might never meet someone like her ever again.She's a beautiful mystery. One I intend to unravel layer by mysterious layer.She refused me. She lied to me. Now I find out she's a thief as well?I want this little Italian firecracker. I want her very much. And I will have her.My name is Mason Lachlan, and I always get what I want.***MIRAFear. That is the foremost of all emotions roiling through me at the moment. Anger comes a close second.I snatch the black card from the table and give it a quick glance. Hollywood Boulevard. Typical.I run into the bathroom, hastily carrying out my morning routine. I need a plan, and I need one, quick.***Thirty minutes later, I'm ready to go. My heart is racing, I'm pan
MIRAMy heart gets stuck in my throat at the brimming anger in his eyes. This is it. It's all over. After vowing never to become a pawn to any man ever again, I am suddenly at the mercy of the cruelest of them all."Put your clothes back on." He mutters tightly.I pick the discarded coat with shaky fingers and thrust my hands through the sleeves. I belt the rope back in place and look back at him."Can I see my sisters now? When will you let them go.""I will hold up my end of the deal and free them as soon as possible. But you will only get to see them when I want."My heart falls."Wh-what do you mean by that?"He folds his hands behind his back and walks to one of the mirrors screwed to the wall, his back to me."I knew you were amateur when you signed the contract without looking through it properly, or even showcasing interest to run it by a lawyer first. But that's okay.""What are you saying?" My voice is shaky with nerves.He heaves a breath and turns back to me, his eyes two
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
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICITLY DESCRIBED SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. PLEASE, DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH SCENES. MASONI wanted to punish her so badly, my body practically shook with the need. I cannot remember ever feeling the kind of anger that cackled in my veins when she revealed her flawless body before the cameras and my head of security a few hours ago.I will punish her for that. This is just the beginning.I look down at her with half closed eyes. Right now, her experienced tongue probes and swirls around the head of my cock. It feels so good, I believe I have died and gone to heaven.I hate the fact that she does this so well. I hate the fact that those lush, plump lips have given pleasure to another man. I detest the fact that those beautiful green eyes hide so much from me. I know that at some point in her life, someone else held the ultimate power over her, the power to fucking hurt her. And that doesn't sit well with me…at all.Her hot mouth cov
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
MASON"No. Please no!"Her pained cries echo in my head, twisting a heart I never knew I had in knots. The pain in her eyes were so haunting, so soul wrenching, I wanted to break something.Someone hurt her, and all I want to do is strangle that person to death with my bare hands. I want his blood. I fucking thirst for it. But I left that life a long time ago, and hell if I am ever going back.One way or another, the person who laid violent hands on Mira will pay. And I swear on my life, I will make the earthly scumbag wish he were never born.That's an oath I am willing to keep.***MIRAWe make the rest of the way in stiff silence. I'm guessing the elevator is going all the way up because it is taking quite a while to get there.The elevator finally comes to a stop, and the doors slide open, revealing the most luxurious pent house I have ever been privileged to see.Mason leaves my shocked, gaping form behind and walks briskly into the apartment, disappearing into a hall way of so
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