Chained to the Billionaire
Chapter 68

James

The 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. Enticing, in fact.

Mia turned to look at him then, as if she could sense him watching her. She gave him a tentative smile, a sort of invitation that James didn't miss.

Sparks coursed aggressively throughout his body, and James had to tell himself to calm down. He had to tell his cock to calm down and not spring into arousal at the slightest hint of a smile from that innocent beauty. He'd have her soon enough. There was no rush.

He relaxed his body as he stood there staring at her, the woman who, unbeknownst to him, had meekly waltzed into his life and tenderly changed him, capturing and imprisoning his heart within her hands.

Mia licked her lips and said, "Thanks for the other day by the way."

She paused, and James waited for her to go further, because he knew there was more.

"I didn't know what came over me. I won't do it again... Crying in front of you I mean."

Bright red creeped across her cheeks as she cast her eyes from his intense stare.

James cocked his head to one side at her statement. He knew she was talking about the other day when they had been on the rooftop of the hospital after she had witnessed what he assumed was Matt's love confession to Andy. Instantly the images of that morning flashed in his mind, and he felt something akin to longing and love flourishing within his heart.

Fuck! What the hell is that?

Once again, it came. The dainty aroma of her frangipani scent. The feathery brushes of her hair against his chin as she rested her head against his chest while she was sobbing. The enticing softness of her body intimately pressed to him as he embraced her. She had felt right in his arms, as if she belonged there.

The embrace had felt so fucking natural, in fact, that it scared the living daylights out of him. But of course, James was a man who was used to being in control. He was a man on top of his world; thus, he was able to constrain his emotions successfully and pretend this lovey-dovey stuff didn't affect him...couldn't affect him.

He wasn't the type of man who allowed his emotions to rule his head. After what he'd gone through... After what Whitney had done to him... Twisting his unconditional love to suit her selfishness. He would never allow his emotions to rule his mind and cloud his judgment ever again.

Fact was James only reserved that type of unconditional love for his daughter Aria. And of course, the unconditional loyalty and affection toward his immediate family, especially his brothers.

As for Mia Donovan? Yes. He definitely had great affection for her. He doted on her. But love?

He immediately dismissed the thought from his mind and went to sit on the couch. He made himself comfortable and crossed one leg over the other as he leaned back against the leather. Sitting there in that dominating position in his three- piece suit, he was powerful, highly dangerous, and fucking sexy.

"Strip for me, Mia," he demanded, his tone deep and hard with an intense, erotic edge.

The moment he made the command, Mia swallowed nervously. She tentatively licked her lips again and asked, her voice soft and barely above a whisper, "Are we doing it?"

"Yes," came his blunt reply. "Are you not up to it tonight?"

She quickly shook her head. "That's not it," she said. "But you could have told me it's more of a routine of sorts, this sex thing between us. It's like almost every night, isn't it? Is it even normal to have so much sex?"

That made him smile with amusement. "It's normal where I'm concerned."

She twisted her lips at his statement. "Then I don't think you're normal, James."

He laughed, which made her scowl at him. Fuck, he thought, she's cute when she frowns.

James said, once he had managed to calm his laughter, "I don't want to be a normal man where you're concerned, Mia. Don't you think I'm special to you?"

She thought about his query for a moment, and then, as if she had reached some sort of conclusion, she slowly nodded. "I definitely think you're special, James. Fact is you're so different from anyone I've ever met. I mean, not that I've met many people. I mean, my world is so small and also completely different from yours, so..."

James wondered how much longer she was going to continue rambling on about how different their worlds were in order to stall for time. Since he had first started making love to her, she had always been like this. Reluctant. Resistant. Scared. Of course, that was only at first. Once they got going, however, that was a different story.

Once they got going, she became this wild, sexy Mia he fucking loved. Not that her fear and her resistance had ever stopped him from wanting her. He'd never been the sort of man who'd stop pursuing what he desired-most of all not where Mia Donovan was concerned.

"Come here, Mia," he instructed softly. There was a note of impatience in his voice she didn't miss. "If you don't take that dress off yourself, I'll do it."

Mia glanced down at herself and then eyed him with suspicion. "No, thank you," she said. "You'll destroy this lovely dress. I won't allow it."

He chuckled. "If you like it that much, I won't ruin it," he said. "I promise."

She made a face, as if she didn't believe his words. "For sure?" she asked.

He nodded. "For sure. Now come here," he commanded again.

Tentatively she stepped toward him. Once in front of him, she stopped and stood right between his knees. James uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. He rested his face between her breasts and inhaled her scent. Instantly his cock stirred to life and hardened accordingly, stretching against the constraints of his pants.

"You smell wonderful," he said. "You're ready for me. Your body begs for a fucking."

Mia rested her hands on his powerful shoulders, and James could tell she was shaking from his suggestive, erotic words. It pleased him that his blunt, harsh sexual talk turned her on, and he smiled in satisfaction.

"I'm so not ready for you, Mr. Maxwell," she stated haughtily, her head held high, her eyes on him. "You overestimate yourself, you arrogant man."

He gazed up at her, his eyes intense and dark. She never ceased to interest him, this young woman who knew so little about his dark and dangerous world. Her words always stirred him, be it with amusement or surprise or even something deeper that twisted and played with his emotions.

He slammed the last thoughts from going any further and retorted playfully, "Shall we see how right I am?" He roved his eyes down her body lustfully to the V between her legs, where he knew her exotic smell of honey and cream originated. This made her blush profusely, and Mia said quickly, "What are you doing?"

James chuckled. "Searching for the evidence," he said as his hand impishly and gently caressed her thighs.

Mia groaned in response. She managed to control herself from losing to him so soon, however, and snapped, "James! No!"

Ignoring her protest, he lifted her skirt to her waist. Before him, he gazed at the beautiful sight-long limbs and sexy lacy panties.

Mia shoved at his shoulders to get his attention. When he still ignored her, she slapped his hand to let go of her skirt. This only made him laugh darkly; hence, he pulled her against him, causing her to land on his lap.

James caught her against him, and he palmed her, pressing his warm hand against her soft, sensitive flesh. Slowly he smiled with satisfaction.

"There, all wet," he said in triumph, his breath hot on her skin.

Mia made a move to escape, but James wouldn't let her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, imprisoning her. Then he started stroking her, which made her groan.

She cried out softly. "James, please..."

He raised his head as his stroking became faster and harder, torturing her into a frenzy of heat, his fingers against her lacy panties that were now soaking wet. As she continued to cry out in pleasured agony, he slipped his fingers across the string of her panties and pulled the obstructive material down her thighs. Then he wildly and aggressively ravished her, inserting his finger into her and torturing her-rolling, pressing, and pinching her sensitive flesh. "Mmm..." he moaned. "You really are a naughty girl, Mia. Your pussy is so fucking wet, and it's sucking in my finger. You're so eager," he teased darkly. "And you said you're not ready for me? You need to be punished." Mia bit her lip at his dark, seductive words. She held on to him for dear life as her body shuddered vigorously under his erogenous torture. "James... You're so mean. What did I do...?"

He increased his torment of her by thrusting his finger deeper, feeling the thickness and heat of her juices.

Mia cried out, her breathing sharp and short, her chest heaving. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were dazed and shimmering with intense sexual arousal.

"J-James..." she managed between short breaths. "What...what did I do to anger you?"

The moment she asked, realization hit him straight in the gut. What could have caused his emotions to be this volatile tonight? Had her actions in the previous twenty-four hours struck something deep in his core in some way?

Fuck! Hell if he knew. All he knew was he wanted to sexually punish Mia Donovan. All he knew was he wanted to control her and her body, molesting her and fucking her. He wanted to savor the enjoyment of watching her lewd body obey his every command, to taste the power of making her come while his rock-hard cock was deep inside her, brutally ravishing her as she cried out his name, asking for more...begging for more.

Mia clutched him for dear life, her body shuddering and squirming in delirium while her face buried against his shoulder, as he began to stir his finger furiously inside her.

Fuck. James loved it. He loved seeing her this way. Weak. Under his influence. Sexually aroused.

"That's my girl," he said as he thrust his finger harder and faster, going deeper.

"Ngh..." she groaned.

When he finally pulled his hand away from her, terminating his foreplay, she was dazed and fully ready for him. She was weak, wet, and her core burned feverishly for him to ravish her in every way he desired.