I arrived on the landing and then rushed toward my bedroom door. I didn’t make it in time though. James caught me by the arm and spun me around. In one smooth motion, he scooped me up in his arms and headed straight to his own room.
“James?” I queried, my heart pounding. “I thought you’d calm down. You promised to take me to see my brother.”
He ignored the subject of my brother and said, “The only way to calm me down is you.”
“Aren’t there other ways?” I asked naïvely.
He looked at me then, and a slow, sly smile appeared on his face. “I’ll show you how one day, and you can assist me.”
I regretted asking that question instantly. The look on his face made me utter, “No. No, that’s fine. No need to show me.”
“Oh, but I insist,” he said. “Now let’s find out what that scent is.”
He deposited me on the length of his bed as I said, “You can find that out yourself. It’s in the bathroom on a shelf.” I pointed toward the door of my own room, hoping like hell he’d take the bait.
He didn’t. “Oh, I will.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead gently, like that time in the motel.
It was a kiss so warm and sweet it took me by surprise. For a small moment I felt a warm glow like the sun shining within me.
“I’ll find out right here on you,” he said, his large hands cupping my face. Then his lips found mine, and he kissed me passionately.
My body was on fire, and I melted into him. Suddenly, he became all rough, his tongue wild and demanding, thrusting against me so hard I couldn’t breathe.
“Mmm…” I groaned. “J-James…”
He released me from his hot kiss then and turned his attention to my body.
I was breathing heavily as he stroked my collarbone slowly, marveling at the structure as if he were fascinated by it. Then his hand was on the material of my shirt, and in one smooth motion, he ripped the cotton fabric to pieces, tearing it off my body.
“James!” I shrieked.
Oh my God! This man acted like a barbarian, tearing at my clothes. Even his kisses and hands were rough and demanding, every action urgent and quite brutal. He was worse than last night. What had I done to make him this way? Or was it anything I’d done at all? Was he just now showing me another side of him? Suddenly, I got a bit freaked out at that thought.
A sly smile played across his lips as he touched my bra. I knew without a doubt what was going to happen. I hastily slapped away his hand and scurried away from him. I didn’t get far though. He caught me by the small of my waist, pulled me back to him, and pinned me on the bed. As I struggled below him, he snuggled his aroused shaft between my legs.
I gasped. “Huh!”
Oh God! He was so warm, hard, and big. And my stupid body responded to him, burning with need and anticipation.
He chuckled as if he really were enjoying the situation tremendously. Truth be told, I found it quite delightful as well. Only I was pissed too.
It was so unfair. He’d just ripped my very last wearable shirt, and if I didn’t stop him, he’d destroy my last bra too.
I fought him, but my comeback didn’t last long. In an instant, he had his hand cupped on my breast, and then in one forceful movement, he ripped the bra off me.
I gasped, but my sound of protest was muffled by the greeting of his lips against mine. “Ngh…”
He plunged his tongue into my mouth and wildly devoured me. I tried to deflect him, but it was no use.
“Ngh…” I groaned again and again.
Oh God. I couldn’t help it. His kiss was both barbaric and wonderful, and I couldn’t resist him. A part of me, however, still defied him, if only to make him that little more ruthless in his treatment, though I had no idea why I wanted that.
My hand thrust at his chest, trying to shove him off me. He caught both my wrists in an instant and secured them over my head, his hand tight on me. With the other, he trailed down my body and slipped his hand into my pants.
When he finally let my lips go, I was breathless and more than a little dazed. My face was flushed, and my eyes glazed over with the intense sexual need within me. My body buzzed and tingled all over, and I couldn’t stop moaning and groaning. I wanted more. I wanted him to lick me and bite me. I wanted him to devour me and take me in every which way. More than anything else, I wanted him to fuck me in the most primal, brutal way he desired.
That thought made me breathless and dizzy. I wanted James to do the most inappropriate, painful things to me?
I gasped, and my body shook in a cold sweat. What had James Maxwell done to me? He had turned me into a wanton wench. He made me lose all innocence and morality.
“You’re already wet and ready for me,” he said softly, interrupting my panic attack.
I made an incomprehensible sound. I sucked in my breath as he played with my folds. I bit my lower lip, trying to force myself to make him stop, but my body shuddered and wouldn’t listen to my command.
“Such a good body,” he praised.
I gazed up at him, my body weak and willing as he continued to enjoy tormenting me, his fingers bathing in the thickness of my wetness.
“Oh… James…” I murmured under my breath.
“Hmm…” He chuckled. “Such a good girl,” he said. “Listening to my every command. Such a sensual body.” He sounded pleased.
He dipped his head and kissed my breast gently. Then he took the nipple into his hot mouth and proceeded to lovingly abuse it: sucking, licking, nibbling, and biting the sensitive bud as I cried out in exquisite agony.
“James…” I continued to groan and writhe beneath him, my whole body in a frenzy of heat.
Then I felt him roughly pulling my jeans down my legs. I had a vague feeling my panties wouldn’t be far behind. I was right, and he ripped the thin material from me, pulling it to shreds. He looked as though he enjoyed it very much, destroying my clothing and seeing bits and pieces of the material clinging to my skin here and there.
By this point, of course, I was too mindless to be pissed with him about my last pair of undies. I could no longer control my own body. I could no longer control my own thoughts. Whatever his command, both my mind and body obeyed without resistance.
I laid there in that very wanton position, naked and waiting to be pleasured by the billionaire.
James lifted one of my legs, and before I knew it, he thrust into me. I gasped the instant I felt that hot, large shaft intimately inside me, burrowing its way deeper.
He was rough and wild, hammering in and out of me unrelentingly as he held on to me tight to keep me imprisoned within his embrace.
“Oh God…,” I muttered. “James…” My body coiled and burned every time he pushed into me. I couldn’t breathe properly. I gritted my teeth as I stared at him, as my body moved along with his rough rhythm.
He, too, was staring down at me. I noted his dark, intense gaze, the fervent need for release. My whole body shook at the realization of how much this man obsessively wanted me. That game we had played earlier must have built up the fanatical passion within him, the fervid craving, so much so that his need for sex was stronger and wilder.
Oddly enough, I found I loved that. I loved that he was wild and rough with me. I loved that he wanted me so much it made me feel like I was his prize.
He must have seen the spark in my eyes, and he chuckled darkly. It was as if he couldn’t control himself any longer and eagerly crushed his lips against mine. As he madly kissed me, his thrusting became faster and more powerful.
Suddenly, he let my lips go. “Mia…” he muttered. “Fuck! Mia!” he said through gritted teeth.
“James! I’m gonna come…” I groaned, and then I did, long and slow as I writhed beneath him, my body tensed and then burned in a twisted coil of heat. Suddenly, I was breathless.
When I opened my eyes, James was watching me, a dark look in his eyes. Then, slowly, he smiled.
I blinked, still breathing heavily.
James flipped me over so I lay on top of him. I was so exhausted I couldn’t move. He wrapped one arm around me and chuckled.
I couldn’t find anything that was amusing and wondered why he chuckled. If this happened every day, I was pretty sure I was going to expire in no time. He’d need to find himself a new mistress. I wouldn’t last five years. But of course, I couldn’t allow myself to perish sooner than the expected timeframe.
I really had to have a word with him about our sex routine and tone it down.
He seems awfully happy and full of energy after such laborious sex, I thought in irritation. But as tired as I was, I couldn’t tell him off about that either. Hence, I closed my eyes.
JamesMia Donovan, the naive girl from the small town of Mystic Spring, with a contagious smile and sexy body, was a hot mess. Her long dark hair rested luxuriously over his naked skin, draping over him like a seductive lover. Her face was snuggled at the nape of his neck while her naked body lolled on top of him with a sort of careless abandon any man would find alluring.She was still breathing heavily, exhausted from their unexpected morning sex. Well, unexpected on her part. For James, however, he’d known since he’d made the offer for a contract that morning sex with her was part of the deal. Honest to God, what man wouldn’t want to make love to such a beautiful, luscious body? The body that had innocently, seductively enticed him since the first time he’d met her? The body that obeyed his every command?Sex with Mia Donovan was definitely amazing, and James hadn’t had that in a long time. Not, in fact, since his first time with his ex-wife Whitney when he had been twenty-one, aft
MiaI didn’t think I’d ever get to see Andy today, and I decided that billionaire James Maxwell was a shameless liar. I shouldn’t have believed his word even though he’d promised he’d take me to my brother. I should have asked for a signed contract for a specific date and time for the requested meeting. It should have been written in the clauses of our contract. But I was stupid and had never thought about that. I was too naive and trustful.Oh God! My mind was going numb again.“James,” I groaned. “James.” I had to stop him before I was too far gone, before I lost myself to him again. Thus, I pushed him away from me, my puny palms against his massive broad chest. When he finally responded and eased his weight from me, I slipped off the bed, intending to run to my own room.I only managed one step before he swiftly caught my wrist. I jumped the moment I felt his hot hand on my skin, because I knew I wasn’t getting away.When I turned my gaze to him, there was no pleasant grin on his f
MiaWhen next I woke up, my body was so heavy I didn’t even have the energy to raise my head. I gazed up at the ceiling in confusion, my mind numbed.Where am I? I asked myself.I noted the sun was just setting on the west side of the room. The orangey glow gave out a most beautiful picture of the city.I groaned and wondered why I felt so tired. Then everything came back. The hard sex I’d had with James today.Wait. Was it still today? I bit my lip, and my mind quickly flicked to my brother. I was supposed to see him today. Had we missed the appointment?I turned over, and that was when I realized I was naked and my long hair was damp. I made myself sit up, my body protesting wholeheartedly, screaming in pain.“Hey,” came the masculine voice at the door.I widened my eyes at the handsome man standing there. James had a smirk about his face that made my belly tingle.“Hi,” I managed. I felt my mouth was as dry as dust, and I was thirsty as hell.“Hungry?”I nodded and added, “And very
MiaA private jet? What were we doing here at a private airport, heading toward a private jet? I couldn’t help myself as I stared at James, my eyes large in confusion.“James?” I asked, clutching my backpack in front of me tightly. “What are we doing here?” I flicked my eyes back to the sleek plane before us, all set to take in passengers. I noted a steward in his mid-forties, dressed immaculately in a gray uniform, walking briskly toward us.“To see your brother,” James replied, turning off the car engine.“Huh?” I couldn’t help myself. I was more than a little lost and confused. “Hold up. Why are we in an airport to see my brother?” I knew I sounded stupid.He chuckled. “Or don’t you want to see your brother at all?”I scowled. “Of course I do,” I snapped. “But it would help if you could at least explain why we’re at an airport?”“Ah, Mia.” He stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. “Your reactions always please me.”I didn’t like the sound of that and wondered if he was teas
JamesIt had been fifteen minutes since the plane was airborne, and the moment they were allowed to take off their seat belts, Mia took off in the direction of the sofa. Now James watched her as she sat there crossed-legged and enjoyed another set of treats. This was mostly sweets with an assortment of cupcakes and cake slices.It was odd that since he’d met her, his mostly sober world seemed to have change a little, especially when she was around. It was odd, too, that he enjoyed watching her, and even now was no different. Though he’d admit she seemed oblivious to his attraction toward her.“Do you want some?” she asked from the distance, a piece of chocolate cake in her hand.He chuckled. “No, thanks.” Then his phone rang.Mia returned her attention to her cake while he reluctantly paid attention to his phone.“Hey, what’s up?”“So you’re going to Las Vegas?” Scott asked in greeting.James wondered how Scott had found out. After all, he hadn’t told anyone about the plan. It was onl
Mia“I didn’t go through your stuff,” James said, his eyes on the road. He chuckled low as if he found my jumping to conclusion amusing. “Give me some credit, Mia.”I blushed. What was I supposed to think? He’d bought me clothes that fit me perfectly. If he didn’t go through my stuff to figure out my size, then how did he know?“I notice everything about you,” he explained. There was a hint of teasing within his deep voice that I didn’t miss.I turned my gaze to him. I couldn’t help but admire his profile. He was indeed a very handsome man with a long, straight nose, perfectly high cheekbones, and a firm jawline. I was surprised there wasn’t a queue of females clinging to him even for a one-night stand. I myself wouldn’t mind having a one-night stand with him, even though I did vow to myself I would never do such a thing.Talking about a line of female fans… Perhaps I had yet to find that out. After all, there were still a lot of things I didn’t know about James Maxwell. Such as that
MiaWe were in front of a door in no time, and James rang the bell. In an instant, it was drawn open widely, and I was greeted by one of the most intimidating men I’d ever met. James was intimidating, too, on first meeting, but at the same time, I felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I felt a type of an attraction to him that was difficult to break or explain.This man standing before us, on the other hand, was just plain intimidating. He was tall and muscularly toned, with sandy-brown hair and steel-gray eyes. His aquiline features were darkly handsome, and I was pretty sure every female found him attractive. I guessed I wasn’t one of those females as I stared up at him, wide-eyed, like a child who had just met her first Santa Claus.He smiled at James, and they shook hands. Suddenly, he turned his attention to me. I felt a little uneasy as his eyes roved over me. I didn’t utter a word as I stared up at him. Slowly, a hint of a smile played across his lips, and then he laughed.
MiaMy whole body started shaking uncontrollably. I could just imagine the chaos with the shooting and people dying in that dark underground parking lot. And what about the police? Why didn’t Andy go to the police in the first place?But James’ reaction on that first day back at the motel when I’d suggested the police made me pause. Were the police not to be trusted? I had no doubt those powerful underground groups had the police under their thumbs, working secretly for them. Any eyewitness such as Andy would be dead in an instant, with full explanation such as an accident or suicide.A shiver ran along my spine at that dark, disturbing thought.“What about Matt?” I asked. “How does he come into play?”Andy raised his eyes to mine and chuckled, a tint of a blush creeping across his cheeks. He licked his lips and said, “That casino those bastards lost the money in? That was this casino. It’s Mr. Maxwell’s and Matt’s place. They both own it, and Matt runs the place. When I found out tha