WilliamFuck! He wanted to make her happy, wanted to tell her how much he loved her, wanted to show her how much she meant to him. No matter how hard he tried, however, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Yeah, William Bosworth was a ruthless, arrogant billionaire with the face and demeanor of an archangel, and he was more than a little screwed in the head where love and relationships were concerned. Especially for Savanah White, his lifesaver three years ago and now his pet toy.William couldn’t shake the sense that there was this sad darkness within Savanah that refused to let go as he watched her eating her dessert. She feared him, he knew that. But seriously, what girl wouldn’t fear a billionaire who had just bought her as a pet for five million dollars and fucked her on a daily basis in every which way a perverted mind could ever imagine? More importantly though, he knew that sad darkness was rooted in her childhood and her stepmother, a gambling-addicted bitch who had drugg
MiaWhen James reluctantly ended our passionate kiss and pulled back, I was flushed and my mind was in a muddled mess. I was breathless as my body shook ardently, my core heating up knowingly.“Come on,” James said, shoving his chair back and standing. “I can’t wait any longer.”My heart raced at his blunt words, and my tummy fluttered deliciously. “But what about dessert?” I asked.Needless to say, I was looking forward to some chocolate brownies with vanilla custard, topped off with ice cream and strawberries. It sounded so delicious when I’d read it in the menu prior to our meal this evening.James chuckled and leaned toward me. With his warm breath fanning my skin and his eyes dark with a sense of urgent desire, he said, “You’re my dessert, remember?”My heart skipped a beat in response to his seductive words. I licked my lips in anticipation. Of course, at this point, I was at a loss for words.James took my wrist and led me toward the stairs. I obliged without protest. It felt n
MiaI wasn’t wrong when he turned his attention to my breasts. My body just reacted immediately and flared with this intense sensation as James touched my right nipple through the flimsy material of the lingerie. I started hyperventilating as he continued to roll the bud between his finger and thumb, hard, pressuring the flesh until it was more than a little sore.“James!” I gasped out breathlessly.“Your breast is very sensitive now, isn’t it?” he stated bluntly.I shook my head in response. No, I had no idea my breasts had become so sensitive to his touches. It was hurting, yet it was deliciously beautiful and pleasurable as well.“Ahh…” I groaned. “James, it’s—”Oh gosh! The pain and the pleasure, the two collided with each other and coursed through every nerve of my body. I felt myself quiver like a leaf in a storm as James pulled down the bits of material that covered my chest area, revealing my very aroused breasts. The flesh was plump, perky round, hard, and very sensitive to t
MiaJames was nowhere in sight when I opened my eyes the next morning, and I knew he must have gone off to his office to work. Still a little dazed from last night’s passionate sex, I sat up and pulled my knees against me, resting my chin on the top.“James,” I murmured.Last night, he had taken me twice. Or rather, he let me take him. Then after that, it had been his turn, me writhing beneath him as he devoured me to his heart’s content there on the sofa. Then, of course, he led me to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of Las Vegas. The sight of the glittering city had been amazing, a wonderful view to behold indeed. Then when he took me there…The thought of that ferocious sex made me quiver deliciously. I had been insane last night, naked and pressed against the window, fully exposed to the glistening city beyond, James behind me, pounding into me. It was something completely new to me, and indeed, it was something that thrilled me to the core at the same
MiaWe were both quiet on our way to the hospital. It was a comfortable type of silence, as though each of us were in our own thoughts and we didn’t mind it that way. It was a sort of companionable silence. Of course, I had no idea what James was thinking about or if he was thinking about anything at all. For me, however, my mind was always either on James or my brother.When we arrived at the hospital, James had to excuse himself because he had an urgent call coming in. I had no doubt it was something to do with his work.“It’s okay,” I said, staring at the phone in his hand, ringing insistently, demanding him to pick up immediately. “Take your time. I’ll go up to see Andy first.”He nodded, and I left him to take the call.Being a billionaire was hard, wasn’t it? Work at every hour of the day and every day of the week. Of course, there were perks such as shitloads of money coming in, power, and influence. Something like that, however, wasn’t for me. First off, I’d be too soft emotio
MiaIt was nearly noon by the time I woke up. James had left for work once he’d had his way with me very early this morning. I, on the other hand, was too exhausted from his deep, enthusiastic thrusting to get up for the day. After James had tenderly given me a departing kiss, I eagerly returned to sleep, falling into a deep slumber in an instant.Now fully awake, I felt cold and empty without the billionaire beside me. It was as if there were something missing in my life. Of course, there was also the fact that I had wanted to talk to him last night. If not before that overwhelming, wonderful sex session we’d had, then after. But then again, I had no time before he’d started his seduction, or after for that matter, as by then, I’d been exhausted. The passion between us had really exerted my strength, and I’d fallen asleep as soon as James cradled me in his arms and my eyes were closed.I sighed. If I wanted to get James to emotionally connect with me, I had to get to know him better
MiaSometime later, while Andy and I were chatting about Matt, or more like gossiping behind the man’s back, telling one another what we thought about him and bringing up his many bad points, my cell rang. I noted that it was Savanah.“I have to get this,” I said, picking up the phone.“Sure. Take your time,” he replied, relaxing back in his bed and picking up a magazine.I swiped to accept and and answered, “Hey, Savanah.”“Mia?” came her voice on the other end of the line. “Are you free? Can we catch up this afternoon?”I nodded as I said, “Yeah. I’m free. Where do you want to meet up?”“What about the café in the mall?”“That sounds good. I’ll see you in forty-five minutes then?”“Yes, please,” Savanah said.A moment later, we hung up. After putting the phone back into my satchel, I turned to Andy and announced, “I have a coffee date.”He raised a brow. “Not with Mr. Maxwell, I’m sure.”I smiled, curious. “How do you know?”“Because you wouldn’t speak like that to him,” he said. “Y
JamesThe moment James Maxwell closed the door of their hotel suite behind him, his eyes shifted over and came to rest on his mistress Mia Donovan. His gaze marveled at the slender form that never ceased to fascinate him. Tonight she wore a sexy cocktail dress made of silk and lace, which hugged her willowy body seductively, showing off her small waist and slender curves. With her hair fashioned up into a loose bun atop her head, she looked alluring, and James was more drawn to her than usual.Standing there near the door, his features broodingly dark and an arrogant smirk playing about his lips, he eyed the lacy material of the dress. His mind instantly went into a frenzy of wild imagination about how he’d rip that beautifully offensive thing from his mistress’ body. Fuck! He had been imagining that since he had laid eyes on her earlier this evening when he had come to pick her up for dinner.He had told her via text message to wear something nice, and indeed, this was fucking nice.