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“Yes.” She met his every thrust eagerly, her inner muscles clasping his cock tightly. “Yes, yeeeees....” She rocked against Nik’s body, knowing she was so close. “Give it to me, darling...come inside—-”
Nik gripped her hair, pulling her head back just as his mouth slammed over hers. He kissed her hard, his tongue driving inside with each thrust. She gasped against his mouth, her eyes closing. He had never kissed her while fucking. Never. Did this mean Nik was feeling something more for her now?
Dimly, she felt Nik’s hand moving between their bodies. Her eyes flew open as she felt his fingers reach her clit. Without stopping his thrusts, Nik began rubbing her clit with his thumb and she arched against him, her scream muffled against his mouth.
Niiiiiiiiiiik—-
She shuddered powerfully as she came.
His mouth lifted from hers, and she watched Nik close his eyes as he threw his head back. He began to pummel her with his cock, harder, deeper, faster. A strained expression fell over his gorgeous face, and Miranda knew he was close to coming himself.
She ground her pussy down on his cock, wanting to maximize his pleasure.
A tremor racked Nik’s powerful body as he, too, started to come. The pulsing heat of his seed shooting inside her made Miranda’s nails dig into his shoulders as her pussy started to overflow.
Nik was truly hers. He had never reacted to her this way before, had always been controlled and methodical every time they had sex. But now, Nik was truly hers. She should have known it would only be a matter of time—-
Miranda watched Nik’s mouth move in a silent groan.
And when she realized what he was mouthing, what he was fucking imagining—-
Her blood ran cold.
Daria.
****
“YOU’RE MAKING A BIGmistake,” Danny Cottrell warned tersely as he watched his oldest friend type on her laptop. She was seated on a high-backed leather chair, looking especially intimidating behind an expensive desk of steel and granite, her back straight, her hair combed back sleekly to show off her impressively high cheekbones.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Miranda answered without looking up.
Danny bit back his retort, knowing there was no point arguing with the former model. He would only lose, Miranda sure to run circles around him.
Most people imagined Miranda Dawson had become Senator Russell’s mistress because of her beauty and discretion. Danny knew better though. Looks faded, but Miranda’s ultimate weapon was her personality, her ability to make a man feel special and in so doing make him do everything she commanded.
When Miranda swung around to face him, he asked in a resigned voice, “You sent it then?”
An entreating smile touched her lips. “Please stop worrying, Danny boy.”
“Then start listening to me,” he said curtly. “You’re tempting fate and all for what? Your ego? He’s already chosen you. He’s yours.”
Miranda wanted to cover her ears. If it had been anyone else, she could have easily laughed the words off. But this was Danny – the only one who knew the real her, the old Miranda before life as a mistress had hardened her.
Was it ego, she wondered. Maybe. But was it wrong that, just this once, she wanted to be the one who had the right to carry a man’s name? Did she always have to be the one to step aside for another woman?
“I don’t want to keep being the mistress, Danny,” she whispered. “I never thought Nik would agree to marry me—-”
“And he agreed, didn’t he?” Danny argued hotly. “So why do you have to get that other woman—-”
“Because even if we marry, I’d still be the mistress! He’s still thinking of her, and I don’t want to be second best anymore, Danny. I never wanted to be second best, but you know we would have died in that hellhole if I hadn’t...” She swallowed. “I don’t regret my choices, but my past will always be shameful. Can’t I have the opposite in my future?”
She looked at her friend pleadingly. “I need your support on this, Danny. Please.”
The vulnerability underlining his friend’s voice was too much for him to ignore, and he said heavily, “You have it. You know you do, but—-”
A tinkling sound coming from the laptop cut him off, announcing the arrival of a new email in Miranda’s inbox.
The message was from Daria Everest.
