Stepbrother, Mine #3 (9 page)

“He did that? My God.”

“I’ve put the shares in Maria’s name, so she’ll run his company now. She’s actually a very savvy businesswoman. She’ll ensure everything runs smoothly, and she’ll have an allowance allocated to him when he’s out of prison, so at least I can keep that part of my promise to my mother.”

“You gave the company to Maria?”

He shrugged. “I don’t want it.”

Dana nodded her understanding, but she couldn’t help thinking that he must still have feelings for Maria to have done such a thing.

And now that his father was out of the way … Maybe he wanted to be with Maria.

“I really meant, what happens with us?”

He gazed down at her. “That’s a good question. I know you’ll need a little time to recover from all this, but I really think you should go to Paris as soon as possible. I don’t want you exposed to the scandal that will continue with the arrest of my father. You don’t need to be in the public eye like that. I’ll make sure no one knows you’re in Paris so you won’t be disturbed by the media.”

“So you’re sending me away?”

He pursed his lips. “Dana, I really think this is for the best.”

She nodded, her heart sinking. But she stroked his cheek, longing for the closeness she so desperately needed.

“Please, make love to me, Mason.”

“Oh, God, Dana.”

He slid is arm under her legs and lifted her up, then carried her to the bedroom. That night he made tender, passionate love to her, making her heart break at the sweetness of it.

*   *   *

Dana sat on her balcony overlooking the Champs-Élysées. A warm breeze caressed her cheek and she took in the beautiful view, her heart aching.

It had been two weeks since Mason had put her aboard his private jet and sent her away.

It was incredibly beautiful here. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of.

But she would give it up in a heartbeat to be with Mason.

He had sent her away to protect her … but also because he didn’t want her. He’d tried to be kind. He’d let her know right from the beginning that it would never work between them. When she’d insisted they
could
make it work—that she could be what he needed—he had done his best to prove why that was impossible.

She knew he cared about her, but he didn’t
love
her. If he did, then he would have found a way to make it work.

She sighed and stood up, then went back into the apartment. It was luxurious, with an eclectic mix of furniture just as she loved. Mason had arranged the best for her new life here.

If only he could be a part of it.

Someone knocked on her door and she frowned. She hadn’t made any friends here yet. It must be the superintendent coming to check on the faucet handle that kept sticking in the bathroom. She crossed the room and opened the door.

Her heart stopped at the sight of Mason standing in her doorway, a huge bouquet of red roses in his hand.

“Mason?”

He stepped toward her and tugged her into his arms, the flowers dropping to the floor and his mouth claiming her with passionate intensity.

Her arms glided around his neck and she melted into the kiss.

He pressed her into the apartment and pushed the door closed behind him with his foot. His mouth lifted and she sucked in a breath before he took her mouth again.

“Oh, God, I’ll never get enough of this,” he said. He held her close, the warmth and hardness of his muscular body sending heat through her.

“You’re here,” she murmured breathlessly.

“I tried to stay away. Fuck, it nearly killed me, but God help me, I tried.”

The joy that had been building in her plummeted at his words. Confusion swirled through her. He was here, but he didn’t want to be. She eased away, but he tightened his arms around her, not letting her escape.

“The flowers,” she said, glancing at the bundle of roses lying on the floor.

“Leave them.”

“But they look so lost and abandoned.” She returned her gaze to his, all the pain of his abandonment showing in her eyes. “Cast away.”

He rested his hand on her cheek. “I didn’t cast you away, Dana. I was only doing what I thought was best.”

“So what does this mean, Mason? Where do we go from here?”

“All I knew when I got on the plane was that I couldn’t be without you a moment longer.” His blue eyes were filled with determination. “I want to find a way to make this work.”

Hope welled in her again. She took his hand and drew him further into the room.

“Okay, let’s work this out together. You need to control a woman. But you seem most concerned with giving your subs what they want. Maybe it’s time to figure out what you want.”

“Besides you?”

She smiled. “With me.”

“I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

She rested her hand on his cheek. “It’s got to make you happy, too.” She smiled. “But I think that what I enjoy will be what you enjoy, too.”

She tugged him with her as she backed up to the wall. When she lifted his hand over her head and slid her wrists under his fingers, he took her hint and restrained her.

“Because I like being dominated by you. And being punished by you.”

He smiled. “I could tell. It surprised me how much.”

“That’s because I was with you. Now we have all the time in the world to find out what gives us pleasure together.”

She arched her hips against him, pleased at the feel of his swollen cock.

“Mason, I know you and I will work. Because we love each other.”

His lips captured hers in a fierce kiss. “You’re right. I do love you. With all my heart. And I never want to let you go.”

Joy burst through her at his admission. He loved her.

She arched against him again. “Show me how much. Take me.”

He pressed her to the wall, his cock hard and hot against her belly.

His lips brushed against her ear, his breath grazing her neck. “I have a better idea.”

Then he released her wrists and stepped back.

“Really? I thought that was a pretty good idea, actually.”

He laughed. “In the spirit of us finding our bliss together, why don’t you take control?” He turned and walked toward the bedroom, not waiting for her response. “Join me in five minutes.”

She stared after him. For a man who’d just suggested she take control, he wasn’t exactly letting go of it himself.

She waited impatiently for her watch to tick off the minutes. After exactly five, she hurried to her bedroom door, then pushed it open.

Her breath caught at the sight of Mason, totally naked, kneeling on the floor, his gaze turned downward.

Mason? Being her sub?

*   *   *

Mason sensed her uncertainty. He raised his gaze. “Mistress, what may I do to please you?”

She walked toward him. “I … uh…” Her gaze glided down his body with a heat that made his blood boil. When her gaze fell on his cock, it began to swell.

“Would you like me to help you undress, Mistress?” he asked.

“Oh … no, I…” She shook her head, then pulled her top over her head and dropped it. Next, she unfastened her shorts and let them fall to her ankles.

Desire blazed through him at the sight of her breasts swelling from her baby-blue lace bra. He watched with hunger as she reached behind her and unhooked it, then slowly, and purposefully, drew it from her body. Then dropped it to the floor.

He drew in a steadying breath at the sight of her lovely, round breasts. Her nipples tightened under his gaze.

She stepped toward him, until her blue panties were only a breath away.

“You can help me with these,” she said.

He tucked his fingers under the elastic and drew them down. Ever so slowly. His pulse increasing as he exposed her intimate parts. He glided the panties down her legs, his gaze locked on her naked pussy. So close he could tip his head slightly and touch it with his tongue.

Which he was sure he’d be doing seconds from now.

She stepped backward, out of her panties. Then moved close again. She rested her hands on his shoulders and stroked. He could feel the love in her touch. God, he’d missed her so much.

“I want you to … uh…” She gazed down at him. “Please lick my pussy.”

She didn’t have to say please, but he wasn’t about to correct her. He leaned forward and brushed his tongue over her folds. Then he leaned back again.

“Oh, I want you to do it again.”

Her uncertainty was utterly charming. He leaned in and licked her again, this time teasing at the folds a little. She widened her stance, giving him better access, but he moved away again, awaiting her next instruction.

“I don’t know how this works. I want you to … you know … make me come.”

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll follow your instructions.”

“But you do it perfectly without instructions,” she pouted.

He chuckled. “Thank you, Mistress.”

She frowned and thought for a moment, then she smiled. “I know. You will follow any command, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, then I command you to take control.”

He tipped his head as he gazed up at her. “You don’t even want to give this a try?”

She shrugged. “I don’t need to. You’ve shown me enough for me to know what I like.” She smiled. “And I like you in control.”

“And if I refuse, will you punish me?”

*   *   *

Dana laughed, but the thought of slapping her hand across his rock-hard ass made her drip with need.

“How about you don’t refuse, but then order me to punish you?”

He stood up and walked to her bed, then bent over it, his ass in the air. “Show me the goods first.”

She walked toward him, her insides quivering. She lifted her hand, then smacked across his flesh, a little timidly. The feel of his hard flesh, and the stinging of her hand were invigorating. She slapped his ass again and heat swelled through her body.

She slapped twice more, harder. His skin turned a pinkish-red. After two more slaps, he growled, then suddenly she felt herself tumbling onto the bed, with him prowling over her. His big, naked body covered hers, his cock swollen and hot against her stomach.

“You like punishing me.” His eyes glowed with heat.

She grinned. “I could get into it. Maybe it would be better if I handcuffed you next time.”

He grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head. “Maybe it would be better if I overpowered and fucked you instead.”

She arched against him, her desire for him blossoming into a desperate need. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said hoarsely.

He pressed his pelvis hard against her, his thick cock grinding into her belly. “You seem to have forgotten how to address me.”

“Oh. I think that’s a great idea,
Sir
.”

“Now tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

His midnight eyes darkened to almost black. He pressed his cock to her slickness and stroked, then pushed into her. His wide cockhead separated her, then moved forward. Slowly. As he filled her with his thick shaft.

She dropped her head back. “Oh, God that feels so good.”

He pushed forward a little faster, until his full length was immersed in her.

She squeezed him and he moaned.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he said, his eyes blazing with need.

“Show me, Sir. Fuck me until I scream.”

He growled, then drew back and thrust deep into her, making her gasp. He began to pump, filling her again and again with his solid shaft. She whimpered softly, loving the feel of him inside her. Thrusting into her.

She arched against his restraining hand, but he held on tight. Pleasure swelled higher with each stroke.

“I love you so much. Sir.”

He began to thrust faster, driving deeper. She moaned, squeezing him inside her.

“Call me Mason. When you come … say my name.”

She smiled, then sucked in a breath as her senses spun and her insides quivered. “Yes, Mason.”

The pleasure rose higher and higher.

“I’m so close. Oh, Mason, you’re going to make me…”

He groaned as she squeezed him.

Blissful sensations quivered through her and she moaned. “Yes. Oh, I’m…” She sucked in a breath. “Oh, Mason,” she wailed, plummeting over the edge.

He groaned and at the feel of his hot liquid release, she gasped, then shattered in ecstasy.

*   *   *

Mason held her close, the two of them gasping for breath. His cock was still embedded inside her and he had never felt so complete.

How had he ever believed he could let her go? She was everything to him.

And he would spend every day of the rest of his life proving to her just how much he loved her.

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Opal Carew
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