No longer bound

Jasper's POV 

The silence between us was almost deafening.

My  chest heaved strangely as I watched Mia, waiting for an answer.

What If she said no? My heart raced. Either way, her silence was driving me more crazy.

She hesitated, her lips parted, then she closed it back. Uncertainly flicker in her eyes before she finally exhaled.

"No, Jasper," she said quietly.

No! No!! This woman.

My stomach tightened. A strange mix of sadness, embarrassment, and something darker—something I didn't want to name—settled inside me.

I scoffed, trying to mask the pain in my chest. "Why?"

Mia's gaze met mine,  firm and certain. "Because you haven't even pursued me properly." She leaned back, crossing her arms. "You didn't even ask me out. You didn't win me over with your charm. You didn't make me fall in love with you slowly like it should be."

I frowned, titling my head forward. "I thought we were past all that."

A small smirk tug at her lips as she shook her head. "We're not, Jasper. I'm with you because of that damn contract. Because you claimed me as your pet." She leaned forward, placing her palm over her chest. "Not because you made me yours the way a woman deserves to be."

Slowly, a smile curled my lips as I stared at her. "Okay."

Mia blinked, startled, clearly not expecting my response. "Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay. Then let me pursue you, Mia."

The way her eyes widened slightly before She quickly masked it told me all I needed to know. I was an asshole, whom she hadn't expected would agree so easy.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, just a teasing touch. "I'll make you fall so hard for me, Mia."

Her breath seized, but she leaned into me.

Smirking, I pulled away. "And I will make sure there's no way you'll ever say no again."

The next morning, before she could even wake up, I was already on the move.

By the time Mia stepped into the living room, rubbing sleep from her eyes, everything was already set. The contract? Ripped apart. The terms that bound her to me? Gone.

"What's this?" She asked, blinking at the shredded papers on the table.

I puffed my cigar leisurely, straightening on the chair. "Your freedom."

She frowned. "Jasper —”

"You said you're with me because of the contract," I interrupted calmly. "So I got rid of it." I leaned back, watching her reaction. "Now, if you're with me, it's because you want to be."

Mia's lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across her face. She was impressed. Good.

"I ordered some clothes," I gestured towards the chair nearby which was filled with some designers wears I ordered earlier.  "Get dressed," I said, standing and stepping closer to her. "I'm taking you somewhere."

*****

Thirty minutes later, Mia was all dressed in a free short skirt and a top. She looked so breathtaking.

I drove us out of the city, towards a lonely road that led to a private beach house I had just booked just for the both of us. No men. No distractions. Just Mia and me, then my gun for defence purposes, I never know who might be watching.

The drive was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. Mia hummed softly, gazing and smiling out of the window, the sunlight lighting up her skin.

My hand was on the wheel, driving but I let my free hand drift to her thigh.

Bare skin.

I stiffened.

Then, smirking, I slipped my hand further, feeling the smooth warmth of her inner thighs against my palm.

Fuck! Mia.

She turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"Mia, where are your panties?" I murmured.

She shrugged, titling her head towards me. "Just because."

Something dark and possessive surged through me. Without another word, I slid my fingers higher, finding her wet and ready.

Fuck.

Keeping my focus on the road, I slipped two fingers inside her, feeling her walls tightening around my fingers. Mia gasped, gripping the seat as her thighs trembled.

"You're already soaked," I growled.

She bit her lower lips, trying to stop the moan trying to escape her lips.

Slowly, I thrust my fingers in and out, teasing her, pushing deeper inside her. I felt her body react to every thrust. Her back arched slightly, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she tried to stay silent.

"You like this, huh?" I muttered. "Fucking you while driving, knowing quite well I could get caught by the authorities?"

Her nails dug deeper into the leather seat.

I smirked darkly, adding another finger, curling them just right, making sure they hit those sensitive bud. Her moans grew louder, her thighs pressing together, trapping my hand in.

"Jasper—"

"Come for me, Mia," I commanded.

And she obeyed.

Her body trembled, a soft, choked moan escaped her mouth as I felt her essence spilled on my fingers.

I pulled my fingers away, bringing them to my lips. My tongue stuck out, tasting her.

Fuck, she was sweet.

Mia's cheeks blushed, her eyes were dark with hunger. She wanted more.

I smiled, increasing my speed.

We weren't at the beach house yet. And I was far from done with her.

*******

The beach house was just as expected—secluded, luxurious, with nothing more the ocean which stretch out lazily before us.

Mia stepped out of the private room, the ocean breeze making her hair dance around her face. She wore a breach dress, which did nothing to concealed her body. The top only covered her nipples, while the bottom only covered her cunt. Her ass cheeks and breast were fully on display.

First, it was in the car and now, this? Clearly, she was on a mission to seduce and God help, she was succeeding. I groaned, walking towards her and stood behind her, slipping my hands around her waist. 

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I muttered, brushing my lips against her ear.

Mia only smirked. "Maybe."

We spent the day playing by the water. Mia couldn't swim and I was willing to be a good man and teach her, but she insisted I was using the opportunity to touch her curves. So she decided to learn from a professional, but I knew it wasn't possible because no one would touch my woman all in the name of teaching 'how to swim.'

I took pictures of her —capturing the way the sunlight kissed her skin, the way the ocean framed her delicate beauty. She disagreed at first, but she let me after much persuasion that those pictures were only for my eyes. And she laughed, teasing me about how lucky I am to be in her pictures when I insisted we take one together.

She was right. I was lucky to have her—lucky to be by her side. After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me.

And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with.

After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy.

And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew—

She was mine.

To love.

To hold.

And I was going to pursue her.