BEHIND THE FACADE R18

Beyond My Limits.

MIA'S POV

I settled into the bed, my mind reeling from the encounter with Malcolm. I should be feeling disgusted, repulsed even. But instead, a warm glow spread through my veins, leaving me confused and unsettled.

"What in hell did I just do?" I whispered, trying to process the events in Malcolm's office.

My thoughts drifted back to his words, his touch, his dominance. My core clenched, responding to the memory.

"That fucker," I muttered, but without venom. Instead, a hint of curiosity crept into my voice.

I recalled his imposing figure, his piercing gaze, and... his size. My eyes widened as I wondered, "How does something that big even fit in his pants?"

I caught myself, shaking my head. What was I doing? Thinking about his size? I shouldn't be.

But my mind refused to let go. I'd had sex with a handful of guys...or not, four at most. But I'd never had a man's erection in my mouth before. And I couldn't help but admit, it was... exhilarating.

The sensation of his warmth on my skin, the taste of him... My body responded, heat pooling in my core.

"It felt good," I confessed to myself, the words slipping out before I could censor them.

I bit my lower lip in an attempt to stop the silly smile that was forming on my lips, trying to temper my reaction. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd discovered something new, something thrilling.

Malcolm's words echoed in my mind: "You're mine." I shivered, unsure if it was fear or excitement.

Why did I enjoy it? Why did I want more?

My thoughts swirled, a jumbled mix of emotions. Confusion, desire, and a hint of trepidation.

***

I stepped into the kitchen, hoping to grab a quick breakfast. But my plans were foiled when I saw Malcolm and Natalie already seated at the table, eating with elegant precision. I swiftly retreated, not wanting to face Malcolm.

"Why are they in the kitchen instead of the dining room?" I whispered to no one in particular as I took hurried steps back to my room.

After about an hour, I cautiously returned to the kitchen, ensuring I wouldn't bump into Malcolm or Natalie.

Relieved to find only Mrs. Jenkins, I greeted her warmly. "Good morning."

Mrs. Jenkins smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Mia."

I took a seat, trying to shake off the memories of last night.

"I'm really sorry about what happened. I promise I didn't mean to involve Mark. I don't like seeing him in this condition."

Mrs. Jenkins nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I know you didn't, dear. You're not like Mr. Reed. He's... complicated."

"I understand," I said, feeling a surge of guilt. "I wish nothing bad for Mark. I'll do my best to help him."

Mrs. Jenkins's eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you, Mia. Mark's been through so much. His past... it's haunted him for years. Mr. Reed's not someone to trifle with, but I fear for Mark's safety."

I listened intently, my concern growing. Mark deserved better. He helped me when I needed him the most.

"And I know you wish nothing bad for Mark but I beg you, please stay away from him."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

She clasped her hands with teary eyes. "Please Mia, just stay a good distance away from him. For my sake, for his sake and for everyone else."