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.
JamesJames kissed her forehead as Mia gazed at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.“You’re so mean today, James,” she said softly.“Seeing you so responsive brings out the aggressiveness in me,” he said tenderly as he unzipped her dress in the back. He pulled the material down her shoulders to her waist, exposing her naked body to the cool night air.James’ eyes immediately flew to Mia’s fully aroused breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of torturing those rosy, pink buds, now beautifully flourished and hard like newly polished marbles, ready for play.His hand eagerly cupped one and began to manipulate the sensitive flesh, squeezing the breast hard in his hand, torturing it until it became almost unbearably painful for Mia.“James…” Mia groaned. “Please…it’s sore.”James flicked his eyes to his mistress. Noting she meant what she said, he eased his harsh treatment, though it didn’t dampen his desire.“I’ll make you feel better,” he said.Mia watched him, wondering wha
MiaMy mind was numb and my whole being weak, shuddering, and buzzing in the aftermath of being ravished as James pulled me up from the couch. I was breathless and dazed as I stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do to me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out as he led me toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the stunning view of Las Vegas below. He was going to take me there again, as he had only last night, with me squeezed against the window while he pounded into me.With his guidance, I found myself facing the window, my naked body for the whole world to see if they did manage to see us this high up in the building. The thought that I was so vulnerable and exposed, however, did not dampen my arousal. It was, in fact, the opposite. The very idea that I was so exposed with James turned me on, making my core burn for more.I felt James behind me, his masculine body tight against me, his heat embracing me with an intoxicating, seductive torridness that
MiaI felt betrayed and disappointed as I turned to look at him, my eyes full of tears and my cheeks flushed. I felt cold and empty.James kissed me gently as if to soothe the turmoil that abruptly spiked within me. It was as if he understood the craving of my body, desperate for him. I knew he was pleased I was this way. Vulnerable. Submissive. Piteous. Craving. Desiring him. I knew he was playing the dominating, controlling master once again, preferring to give me small doses of loving, of pleasure whenever it amused him.Sick. Bastard. That was James Maxwell all right, and I loved him so dearly. Why, oh why had I fallen in love with a man such as Mr. James Maxwell, a controlling and dominating billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas’ dark underground business world?Standing there with my back to the window, I gazed up at him, my eyes expressing a mixture of confusion, pleading, disappointment, and accusation at the same time. He chuckled. My breathing was still heavy and laborious a
Four Days LaterJamesThe cell phone rang insistently as James waited patiently for his daughter to pick up. It was going on to the fourth ring now, and he wondered if Aria was busy with her lessons or if she might have forgotten her cell phone while she was out playing with the dogs.He glanced at his gold wristwatch and noted it was just after three thirty in the afternoon. It wasn’t their usual time to talk while he was away from home, but it couldn’t be helped. As of last week, he’d had no choice but to call her after her school hours instead of their usual time around eight. He’d been getting busier with work and other personal business since the incident with Andy and the Mexicans. Needless to say, there were a lot of deep, dark underground affairs he and Matt had to deal with in order to keep things under control. Of course, despite that taking up most of his days, he’d never forgotten his time with his daughter.Fuck, he really missed her, and he’d never been away from her thi
MiaIt was nearly five that evening by the time I had finally said goodbye to Savanah. That had been the second time I’d had a proper coffee date with her, and I had to admit both times had been wonderful. Not only that, but being able to spend time with her along with Andy had helped ease my loneliness for the past four days while James had been so busy with his work.During our seemingly very short teatime, we gossiped about men in general. Especially James and William, of course. It was fun, and we couldn’t help but giggle like schoolgirls. By the sound of things, Savanah seemed smitten with William. Her eyes glowed, and her cheeks blushed pink every time she mentioned his name. I wondered if I looked like her when I thought or talked about James.Then we chitchatted about random subjects such as fashion, beauty, movies, and of course books, which to my surprise were some of Savanah’s favorite topics. I was glad she was an avid reader and loved books of all sorts, especially myster
MiaWe took our time making the spaghetti Bolognese, and we enjoyed every moment of the process. About half an hour later, the kitchenette and living area smelled like an Italian restaurant. After putting some delicious-looking food neatly onto plates, I admired my handiwork while Andy poured us some wine.As I gazed at the two plates, I couldn’t help but gush with delight at the fact that it looked worthy of a restaurant or recipe book. Not wanting to let the pretty sight go to waste, I rushed in search of my cell phone while Andy watched me with interest. A moment later, I came back into the kitchen and took loads of photos, moving the plates this way and that, snapping the image in every which way possible.I was about to put the phone away when Andy stopped me.“Hold on. You haven’t taken photos with the wine yet.” With that, he placed two glasses of Sangiovese next to the plates of spaghetti Bolognese.I chuckled, gave him a thumbs-up, and then continued to take photos. Once I ha
MiaI felt warm, cozy, and at ease, as if I were floating in the ocean on a pleasant summer day. It was just like that one time when Mom, Dad, Andy, and I had gone on a weeklong holiday. Dad had managed to save up enough money to afford one, and Andy and I had been so elated we couldn’t sleep a wink the night before we were due to depart. Indeed, it had been a wonderful vacation, with our small family spending every waking moment together. The beach had been beautiful and the sea warm and inviting. So much so that I’d spent most of my time floating in the water.Yes, it had been the one and only best vacation I’d ever had… That was until the drive back when the accident happened. When a large truck carrying goods drove straight into us on Interstate 93 on our way back to Mystic Spring.Instantly memories came rushing back, flooding my mind with so much terror I couldn’t escape, like always. I was left there alone and afraid, facing the wrath of my past full on.It was so clear, as if