Chapter 8 Mira
MIRA
I’m sitting on my bike parked down the street from Mira’s. The Coolidge Estate. I’ve been parked here for hours, waiting, hands clenched on the handlebars, engine off and cold while my eyes are glued to the gates of the enormous manor.
There’s nothing subtle about the security detail. Two conspicuous guards in slick black suits with earbuds, vaping and chatting by the massive stone wall surrounding the property.
I shouldn’t be here.
But I can’t stay away.
Ever since I confronted Tyler at lunch and showed him the photo of him cheating on Mira, I’ve been on edge. He said he’d let her go—call off the wedding. But that was eight hours ago, and there’s still been no sign of him.
“Where are you, you son of a bitch…” I mutter under my breath. If that prick doesn’t show up and hold up his end of his bargain…
Honestly, that’s all I want him to do. I don’t want to take the photos public and drag Mira into some ridiculous scandal. I just want him to let her go so she can be where she truly belongs.
With me.
I take a deep breath and sigh. Looks like I’m gonna be here all night. But that’s when I see a black Aston Martin pull up to the house.
Tyler.
The guards recognize him and wave him through. I pull out my binoculars and watch through the gate as he parks, steps out, and storms in through the front door like he’d rather be anywhere else. Which is probably true.
He’s in there less than five minutes before he comes striding out again, suit jacket in one hand, cigarette in the other.
He throws the door open to his car and slams it shut behind him.
Even from where I’m parked, I can hear his tires squeal as he peels out and takes off, nearly running over the two guards as he speeds past.
I watch until his taillights vanish into the dark.
My insides clench up. Something primal and wild is waking up inside of me.
What did he say to her? Did he tell her what happened or just make up a story so he comes off as a victim? Did he even talk to her? Or was he just putting on an act, knowing I’d be out here watching?
I guess there’s only one way to know for sure.
I step off my bike and creep down the block, staying hidden in the shadows and out of the sight of the guards. Luckily, the Coolidge estate is enormous, and the wall surrounding the property extends down the street and around a curve. That’s where I go over.
Vines scratch my arms as I slide down and land silently in the grass. I pull my hood down, keeping my head low to avoid being seen by the cameras that no doubt litter the property, then make my way through the darkness toward the house.
Most of the lights are off, but there’s one still glowing on the left wing. It must be Mira’s. I wait until a shadow appears—a silhouette.
I recognize it instantly. It’s her.
Quickly, I scale a trellis and tap on the glass.
Then again, but harder.
The silhouette appears again, and the curtain pulls back, revealing her beautiful face.
Mira…
Her eyes go wide when she sees me, and her jaw drops like she’s about to scream. But I quickly place a finger over my lips and shake my head. It takes her just a moment to process, but then a tiny smile comes over her lips. She glances over her shoulder, then unlatches the window and slides it up.
“Finn! What in the world are you doing here?” she whispers. Her voice is slightly frantic, but still so sweet, like warm honey.
“I just saw Tyler race out of here,” I say as I climb inside, landing softly on her carpet. “He looked…upset.”
“So you are stalking me?” she asks, sneering playfully at me. I look down at her. She’s wearing nothing but a tiny pair of short-shorts that show the curve of her delicious ass and a pink tank top with a low neckline. I’m instantly hard.
“And what if I am?” I counter.
She thinks for a second, then swallows. “He told me…that you were blackmailing him.”
My chest tightens. She has more to say.
“And?”
“And he said you had pictures—fake pictures—and that you were so obsessed with me that you’d do anything just to have me.”
I grit my teeth and ball my fists. I should speed after him, hunt him down. If I left now, I could catch up with him and beat the snot out of him.
“Is that true, Finn?” she asks, her voice wavering.
I step closer, my eyes taking in the gorgeousness of her existence. The soft skin of her thighs, the cleavage showing at her low neckline, the fullness of her lips. God, I want her so fucking badly.
“The second part is true,” I reply. “I would do anything to have you, Mira.”
“Finn—” Her voice trembles, like she wasn’t expecting me to say that.
“But the first part is a lie. I do have a photo of him, but it’s not fake. It’s real. He’s been cheating on you. Probably for a while. I’m sorry.”
Her eyes lower like she’s hearing something she’s been expecting to hear now for a while. I expect her to cry. Cover her face with her hands and break down. But that’s not what happens.
Her lips actually twist into the hint of a smile, while her cheeks turn rosy red like a ripe peach. “He said the wedding is off.” A feeling of relief warms me. “And that’s because of you?”
She raises her eyes to mine. I can’t decipher the look she’s giving me. Is she thankful? Angry? Insulted that I intervened in her life?
Well, the only solution now is to tell the truth.
“Yes.” I nod.
“And you did this…for me?” Her lips are trembling. I step closer, my voice low and firm.
“He didn’t give two shits about you, Mira. He never did. You deserve better than him.”
She stares back at me, speaking the unspoken with her eyes.
Yes, Mira. You’re mine.
I reach out and cup her cheek. The warmth of her skin is like a drug, kicking my body into overdrive. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you walking down the aisle with him, Mira. It made me sick.””
Her eyes fill with tears. She’s moments away from breaking down.
“I know it’s fast, Mira,” I whisper. “And I know you and I come from completely different worlds, and your parents will never approve of me, but you belong to me. I want you. All of you. I want late nights together, lazy Sundays, I want to give you endless orgasms and put babies in your belly. I want it all.”
Her eyes snap open wider, but the tears don’t fall. “Babies?”
“Damn right.” I smile. “I want to get you so pregnant you can barely even walk straight.”
“Finn!” She bursts out laughing.
Smiling, I run my finger across her cheekbone. “We’ll have little girls that look just like their mom, and little boys who can fix motorcycles before they hit puberty.”
Mira squeals and throws herself into my arms with such force that I nearly lose my balance.
I step back and spin her down onto her bed as her mouth presses against mine, soft and filled with desperate emotion.
My hand instantly slides between her tender thighs.
I apply pressure with two fingers and feel the wet spot—the lack of panties.
A moan slips from her lips, and her eyes focus on mine. “Finn,” she whimpers.
“Yes, princess?”
“I—I’m ready now.”
My cock jerks, and my lust takes over. I’ve been holding back since I met her, essentially edging myself into a state of elevated sexual desire.
Now that I have her here beneath me, barely even clothed, telling me she’s ready…
it’s like a dam inside me has collapsed, and all that craving has been let loose.
“Lift up your shirt for me, princess,” I tell her as I undo my pants. “Show me those gorgeous, eighteen-year-old tits.”
There’s not even a hint of reticence in her eyes as she looks up at me, then with the grace of a ballerina, cross her arms, and lifts her tank top up and off, setting it aside on the bed.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous. You know that?
” I reach into my pants and pull out my cock, which is rock hard and aching to be inside her.
Using my middle finger, I trace the perfect, teardrop lines of her breasts, causing her to gasp a tiny little gasp.
I slip out of my shirt and toss it on top of hers.
She can’t hide her eyes going over my body, inspecting my muscles, my scars, my tattoos. Marks of a hard life that will be with me forever. But when I’m with Mira, it feels like I’m carrying a lot less baggage. She heals me. Completes me.
“Now take off those shorts,” I tell her. “Let me see your full beauty.”
She looks down as her cheeks go even redder, causing my balls to go tight.
My hard-on is absolutely throbbing as I watch her lift her hips from the bed and gently wriggle them as she slides her shorts down past her knees, then her ankles, and finally kicks them aside, leaving her lying there completely bare beneath me.
I stare down at her gorgeous little slit, hypnotized by her eroticism.
I stand and kick my pants off, my cock swollen and ready to pound her into a state of pure bliss.
I can’t believe how lucky I am—to be the first and only man to have this sweet, innocent angel.
The little gleam of wetness indicating her arousal is the end for me. I can’t take it any longer.
“Look at that pretty little pussy,” I growl, climbing back onto the bed and spreading her legs with my knees. “You look so goddamn hot, princess. Just ready to be taken by me. And only me, right?”
Mira nods quickly. She’s clearly still nervous, but that’s to be expected. Christ, what is a bad boy biker like me doing with this high-class princess? If her parents had any idea what was going on in their house, they’d both have heart attacks.
But here she is, laid out naked before me, her eyes filled with desire, just begging for me to make a woman out of her. I’m practically drooling as I drag my eyes up and down her impeccable, feminine curves.
I want to lap at her juicy little pussy for hours and hear her moan my name as I make her come a hundred times, but I just can’t hold out any longer. I need to claim her. My cock is dripping with pre-cum and screaming for her soaked, virgin walls.
No more waiting. No more holding out.
It’s time.
I lean down over her, drag my lips gently across hers in a gentle kiss, and keeping my eyes fixed on the dilated pupils of her gorgeous hazel eyes, I press the tip of my cock into the entrance of her virgin hole.
She gasps and snatches my shoulders with both hands. “Oh, wow.”
“Are you okay?” I ask. “You ready? You want this, right?”
“Yes.” She nods, her eyes gleaming. “I want you.”
I lean in and kiss her, pressing my tongue hungrily against hers as I run my hands up her body and grasp her breasts. Her nipples go hard between my thumb and forefinger, and I pump my hips forward, driving my hard cock into the soft valley of her tiny virgin pussy.
The tightness is overwhelming. She’s so soft and so wet. It’s like a flood of perfection, and I feel instantly like I’m drowning in rapture. That’s it. I’m claiming her.
I push in deeper, feeling her cherry break beneath my crown.
You’re mine now.
I try to hold back—take things slowly—but it’s impossible. I have to fuck her hard and fast. I’ve simply been holding out for too damn long. And if she’s sore, then she’s sore. At least she’ll know who’s to blame for it. And it won’t be some pompous, cheating bastard.
Her hips rise up as she moves her body in rhythm with mine. Her tiny arms draped around my torso feel so delicate. My balls are tight, filled with a monumental release that I’m fighting against with every single thrust I drive into her.
“Christ, are you on birth control?” I stammer, watching her tits shake with every thrust.
Her eyes narrow with desire, and she slowly shakes her head.
Even her lips are gleaming with wet. Her whole body is hot.
My balls are soaked with the juices dripping out of her pussy.
I snatch her thighs with both hands and spread her open, staring down at the pink lips of her valley.
Christ, I can’t wait to get my mouth back down there.
To suck her little clit while she moans my name.
“I never had any reason to be,” she whimpers. “You’re my first, Finn…”
Her words inflame me. Yes, I’m the first. The first and only. You belong to me now, Mira.
I slide my fingers through her hair and grab hard just above the nape of her neck. I pull back, exposing the tender flesh of her throat, and drag my tongue up and over her jaw until I reach her lips.
“Then I’m going to breed you, Mira,” I growl, my primal instincts redlining. “I’m going to pump my load inside your fresh little cunt and put a baby in you. Then you’ll be truly mine.”
“Oh my,” she moans with delight, snatching the sheets with both hands.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she whimpers.
“Louder,” I demand. “Say it louder.”
“I want it!” she nearly yells. I clamp my palm over her mouth, remembering I’m fucking her in her parents’ manor. If they hear what we’re doing in here…
“Whisper in my ear, princess,” I tell her, leaning in close. “Tell me to get you pregnant.”
She gasps a breath, and I feel her plump tits press against my chest. Perfection.
“I want you to get me pregnant, Finn.”
A smile twists across my lips as I feel my cock swell to the point of no return. “Then that’s what I’ll do, princess. Here it comes.”
I pump deep, rutting fully inside so my entire shaft is buried, with only my balls hanging out of her.
And then my orgasm hits me. I erupt like a fountain, emptying days’ worth of desire into her soaking wet walls.
My head tilts back, and I groan long and deep as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced rocks me to my core.
Mira’s pussy clenches down on me like a fist, and I feel her entire body quiver as she goes off too.
She snatches my arms with her hands, scratching me with her nails, but I don’t even care.
I barely even feel the sting. I’m too busy spraying my seed into her womb, ensuring she will be carrying our baby soon.
“Finn…” she mewls, her hips bucking as we come together. I pin her down with my body until every last drop of my cum has been milked from my shaft, then press my lips to hers.
“That was unbelievable,” I whisper. “You are unbelievable, Mira.”
“I can’t believe we just—”
“You loved it though, didn’t you?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She nods eagerly. She could go for another round already.
And so could I. In a minute.
“You know what I love?” I ask. She shakes her head. “You.”
Her pussy pulses, but the rest of her body goes still as she looks up at me. “I loved you the moment I saw you, Mira. The moment you walked into the shop.”
A smile crosses her lips, and her cheeks fill with blush.
“I love you too, Finn.”
My chest swells, and that’s when I know—it doesn’t matter what her parents say, how much the two of us have to fight for their approval—Mira won’t be marrying anyone but me.
She’s mine.