What the Fuck are you doing ?

(Mira’s POV)Gray’s hand was still wrapped around the back of my neck, firm and warm, his fingers pressing just enough to make my pulse thunder against his skin. Our bodies were flush, my breasts crushed against his hard chest, my hips brushing the unmistakable bulge straining in his trousers. The air in the study felt thick, electric, like the moment before a storm finally broke. Every nerve in my body was on fire. My pussy throbbed so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my thighs, slick and aching, my jean shorts suddenly too tight, too confining.This is it.I closed my eyes, lips parting as I leaned in, ready for him to finally claim what I’d been teasing him for. Ready for that mouth I’d been fantasizing about to crash down on mine. Ready for Gray Calloway to lose control and fuck me the way I needed hard, deep, relentless. My breath trembled. “Gray…”But instead of pulling me closer, he shoved me back.The force wasn’t gentle. My back hit the edge of the

Mid night sins

(Mira’s POV)I lay sprawled on the cool marble floor of my bedroom, legs still trembling, my fingers glistening with my own juices. The aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me in lazy waves, but the satisfaction felt hollow. My chest heaved as I stared at the ceiling, creamy chocolate skin slick with sweat, my crop top pushed up over my breasts and my jean shorts tangled around one ankle. Gray’s rejection burned hotter than the pleasure I’d just chased.Who the hell does he think he is?Exhaustion pulled at me like heavy chains. My eyes drifted shut, and my mind—always restless, always hungry—slipped backward. Back to that summer. Back to the basement. Back to Damon.The memory swallowed me whole.His two thick fingers were still buried deep inside my tight, virgin pussy, pumping slowly, curling against that sensitive spot that made my vision blur. I was thirteen, legs spread obscenely wide on the old couch in the dimly lit basement, my sleeping shorts sh

Craving the wrong fix

(Mira’s POV)I stood in front of my mirror, adjusting the crisp white school shirt that hugged my curves just enough, the black pleated skirt falling mid-thigh, and my blazer draped over my shoulders. My reflection stared back, flawless on the outside, but inside I was a storm. Gray’s rejection last night still burned, mixed with the vivid memories of Damon that had left me wrecked on the floor. And now I had to ride on his bike again? My mother’s words echoed in my head as I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.Gray was already outside, leaning against his bike in his uniform, looking unfairly composed. The morning light caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. My stomach twisted with a confusing mix of anger and heat.(Gray’s POV)She came down the steps looking like every fantasy I’d been trying to bury. The uniform should have been modest white shirt, pleated skirt, blazer but on Mira Ashford it was pure

Pool side Temptation

(Mira’s POV)The final bell rang like sweet freedom. I grabbed my bag and met Lila at the pickup area. The driver was already waiting, and the ride home was filled with chatter about my upcoming birthday party, one month away and already the talk of the school. Once we reached the mansion, we headed straight to my room, spreading out planners, laptops, and a massive guest list across my king-sized bed.“Okay, so venue first,” Lila said, crossing her legs as she scrolled through options. “Your dad’s yacht? Or the rooftop at the Ashford Grand?”I leaned back against the headboard, twirling a pen between my fingers. “Yacht feels too basic. Let’s do the private beach house. Invite list: the usual crowd, Ethan’s circle, the football team, influencers. No one boring.”We spent the next hour mapping everything out catering, DJ, themed decor in black and gold. But my mind kept drifting. The planning felt distant, like background noise compared to the ache that had settled lo

Secret and Sin

(Mira’s POV)Gray’s mouth was still devouring mine, his tongue stroking deep, his wet body pressed so hard against me that I could feel every ridge of muscle and the thick, growing hardness of his cock against my stomach. My bikini felt like nothing between us. I moaned into the kiss, clinging to him, lost in the heatThen he pulled back sharply.His breathing was ragged, eyes dark with conflict. “This is a mistake, Mira. We’re not supposed to be doing this.” His voice was low, rough, almost pained. He stepped away, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist, hiding that mouth-watering bulge. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the house, leaving me standing there by the pool, lips swollen, body aching, and heart pounding with frustration.I didn’t notice the patio door closing softly in the distance. Lila had already slipped away, unseen.The next morning at school, everything felt off. I sat through classes in a haze, my mind replaying Gray’s kiss on loop. The

The Power goes Out

(Mira’s POV)The ride home from school felt longer than usual. My mind kept replaying that kiss by the pool the way Gray’s wet body had felt pressed against mine, the possessive grip of his hands, the taste of his tongue. By the time I got to my room, I was already restless. I changed into something comfortable but intentional for our tutoring session: sleek black leggings that clung to every curve of my hips and ass, and a cropped white tank top that rode up slightly when I moved, revealing a teasing strip of my toned stomach and the soft underside of my breasts. I looked in the mirror, adjusting the hem. Just normal, I told myself. But I knew better.When I entered the study, Gray was already seated at the table, textbooks and notes arranged with military precision. The second our eyes met, the air shifted. That kiss hung between us like a live wire. He cleared his throat and started explaining the next set of equations, but his voice was tighter than usual, each word care