Chained to You, Book 2: Trapped and Entwined (Dark Billionaires)

by Alexia Praks

  Once I was sure I was safe from their intrusion, I opened my eyes again. This time, I found I was staring at James’s sensual lips. Instantly, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel the firmness and the warmth of his flesh against me. I wanted it so badly, in fact, I thought I was a loon.

  I felt James caressing my cheek, which drew my attention. In response, I flicked my eyes to his again. The moment I met his gaze, the moment I saw that Prussian blue, my stomach knotted and my heart raced. A mixture of both pure delight and agony coursed through my being the longer I stared at him. At that moment, I felt I could talk to him about anything. I felt as if I wanted to tell him about my past, about the car accident and my parents’ death. I wanted to spill everything I held close to my chest, which was weighting me down. Especially, I wanted to tell him—

  No. Confide. Yes, I wanted to confide in him about certain things. And most of all, I wanted to tell him about Uncle Herbert and what horrendous things he had done to Andy and me. I wanted to tell him I was quite dirty, that I wasn’t as innocent as he thought, and that maybe…

  The moment passed, and I cast my eyes away from him. I touched his hand still cupping my face, feeling his warmth. Then, of course, I couldn’t help myself and rubbed my face in comfort in his palm, begging to be loved and caressed. I knew I acted like some lost, injured little pup, but I couldn’t help myself.

  “James,” I whispered, wondering suddenly if I were dreaming. Wondering if it were merely a figment of my imagination to help ease my loneliness and pain. Surely, I was dreaming. James couldn’t be back from his important dinner with his clients this early.

  “What are you doing?” he asked softly.

  His deep timbre made my breath catch at the back of my throat. It was confirmation I wasn’t imagining him. That he was actually here with me for real and so early, too.

  “Come on. Enough soaking, angel,” he said, a handsome smile playing about his lips.

  I blinked, confused. Enough soaking? It was then I realized I was still in the bath, filled to the rim with now chilled water. And I was totally naked.

  I bit my lip and sighed. “How silly of me.” I moved around a bit to sit up straight. In doing so, the water splashed about, some landing on James’s shirt.

  “Ah, sorry,” I murmured apologetically and quickly proceeded to stay still so the water didn’t move as much. “I’ve wet your clothes.”

  James chuckled at my remark. “I don’t mind getting wet,” he said teasingly, his eyes dark.

  I blushed, understanding the meaning behind his words. Trust him to turn innocent words into something erotic.

  Once the water calmed and I was sitting up straight, I raised my face and said, “All right. I’m getting out now.”

  “Good,” he said.

  I waited for him to leave, but James had other ideas. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, leaned forward, and dipped one hand into the water. A moment later, he pulled out the plug.

  Noise of water being sucked away sang sarcastically at me, and slowly, the level of my wet blanket descended as I watched in horror.

  How rude. I was going to enjoy a few more moments in the tub before getting out once I was alone again. James, however, destroyed that opportunity.

  I turned to glare at him. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

  He cocked his head to one side. “I was aiming for a better view.”

  I realized then what his intention had been. Me naked, my skin glistening wet, must be enticing for him to see indeed. Instantly, my own body flared at the hot thought. Of course, I myself had fantasied many times about James naked, too, with his smooth skin glistening wet with beads of water, straight after a shower. The thought of running my fingers along the length of his chest and his six-pack abs was enough to drive me wild. So I assumed it must be the same for him to see me naked and glistening wet.

  Slowly, as the water level lowered, my breasts became exposed. Gosh, I felt so light and airy all of a sudden without the water to act as a cover. I gazed up at James and noted him staring hungrily at my breasts, which were flushed pink and glistening. The nipples, too, were already sticking out and in their full form, ready for whatever erotic teasing James had in mind.

  He moved his hand over and cupped one ripe mount in his large hand.

  The moment I felt his touch, I caught my breath at the back of my throat and my body responded in excitement. It was as though my body knew his caresses, responding to him and opening up, readying me for his zealous lovemaking.

  James played with my nipple, rolling the bud about between his fingers and thumb, pressing it and molding it until it became fully aroused and sensitive. As he continued his teasing and caressing on my other nipple, I groaned and arched my body forward, allowing him easier access, permitting him full advantage of my body.

  James chuckled at my wanton response and said, “Your breasts are so sensitive to my touches now, aren’t they?”

  I couldn’t deny his blunt question, nor the fact that my core was already burning for him.

  James dipped his head in and enthusiastically took one nipple into his mouth. A groan escaped my lips the moment his hot, wet mouth touched my sensitive flesh. Then he opened wide and licked me. This was followed by some intensive sucking and then kissing and sucking again. My body was trembling and squirming while the onslaught of sexual foreplay continued.

  When James finally finished with his sensual attack on my breasts, I raised my face to his in an offering, my eyes seductive and soft. It was an invitation to be kissed and ravished by him. When my soft lips found his, I boldly initiated the kiss. His lips were firm and warm against mine, and oh God, he felt wonderful, just like the morning sun shining after a cold, lonely night.

  James urged my lips to part for him, and I eagerly obliged. Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth and wildly and passionately kissed me. It was intoxicating and addictive as he worked on me, making my body tremble in ardor and my core burn feverishly for him.

  I felt his hand move from my breast lower to my tummy and then lower to where my pussy was still partially hidden by the receding water. He caressed me with his expert hand while he lovingly invaded and explored my mouth with his tongue, stroking me and caressing me until I was senseless.

  When he released me from our fiery kiss, I was dazed and aching, and my body quivered with sexual heat.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Mia” he said darkly, his warm breath fanning my skin.

  My heart swelled with delight at the compliment. I was so happy, in fact, that I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and drew his face in for another ardent kiss. James arrogantly obliged, and this time, I played with him, too. My tongue was wild and passionate against his, dancing together this way and that, sensually rubbing against one other inside each other’s mouths. After all, he had taught me well during the short time I’d come to know him—the way of kissing and lovemaking and so much more.

  Oh God, I love this man. God, how I love him. And I wondered deeply if he loved me back.

  A whimper escaped my mouth, which was followed by delightful groaning.

  “Oh… Oh…” I whispered softly between kisses. “James… Oh, James…”

  I was so wet by now, so turned on that my core was burning so badly for him. I felt if I didn’t get to be ravished by him, I’d surely die.

  I buried my face against the crook of his neck as James continued to lovingly torture me, his finger furiously stroking and thrusting into me, readying me for him. I knew he must be so hard by now, too, ready to take me, ready to pound into me and drive me crazy.

  Oh God, I needed him… I needed James now!

  “James,” I begged, staring up at him, beseeching him to fuck me, imploring him to please release me from this wonderful agony and let me reach the light where that exquisite sexual gratification existed.

  He smiled, pleased with my unrestrained reaction.

  Thus, he got to his knees, scooped me into his arms, and then lifted
me out of the tub. I thought he’d take me back into the bedroom where he’d have his way with me. I, however, was wrong.

  Chapter 30

  Mia

  We didn’t leave the bathroom. At the basin, he put me down and made me stand facing the mirror. That was when it clicked. Suddenly, I became even more excited. James was going to take me here in the bathroom in a standing position, with us facing the mirror.

  My body trembled a little at the thrilling prospect.

  “You’re already getting turned on at the thought of watching yourself,” he stated darkly, which was followed by a low chuckle of amusement.

  I licked my lips, annoyed he should see right through me. Of course, I didn’t respond to his provocation, as I was too afraid I’d reveal just how much he could affect me. Yes, the thought of seeing him doing me was indeed enticing and a total turn-on, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

  I stared up at him haughtily and said, “You overestimate yourself, Mr. Maxwell.” I cocked my head to one side. “What girl wants to see herself being fucked by a man such as you?”

  That got him laughing. The sound rose beautifully from deep within his throat. Oh God! James Maxwell was laughing at my comeback. He was thoroughly amused, and it was affecting me in the most delightful way.

  When he stopped, he leaned his face toward me until our noses were nearly touching.

  “Hmm. We’ll see if I can change that girl’s mind.” With that blunt declaration, he abruptly kissed me, his lips hot and demanding. He was rough, ruthless, and amazingly wonderful. So much so that when he terminated and pulled away, I was disappointed.

  James then started stripping himself as I mindlessly watched him. During the whole process, I could only stare in amazement, and once he was done and stood there totally naked before my eyes, I was awed.

  Surely, he was the most beautiful specimen of a man I had ever seen. I glanced down and instantly felt my body flare with more heat the moment I saw his arousal.

  I licked my lips in anticipation. James caught my hand and guided me to the awakened beast. Suddenly, I held my breath. Oh God! He was going to let me touch him. It’d be my very first time touching him fully, and I was intrigued. If he were to make me do this when we’d first met, I would have bolted at the very idea. I hadn’t been ready back then, but now… Now I was used to James. Now I was ready for him.

  With his hand firm on mine, he guided me to his erect cock. Once close, I hesitated for just a moment before allowing him to continue his chaperone, making my hand touch and wrap around the large organ.

  I gasped the moment I felt his cock in my hand. It was large and hard and certainly hot… So very hot.

  James chuckled in amusement. “Doesn’t quite wrap around, does it?”

  I blinked. Confused. What doesn’t quite wrap around what? What exactly did he mean by that?

  I stared at my hand longer, at the slim fingers. Then slowly, it dawned on me.

  My face flamed red instantly. Gosh! How I wanted to hit him. How rude of him to imply such a thing. Yes, I knew my hands were small. And yes, I’d admit it couldn’t completely wrap around his fully erect beast, but he didn’t have to sound so pleased and amused about it.

  More than annoyed, I pulled my hand away and was about to leave when James caught me about the waist and pulled me back. I found myself by the basin and facing the mirror again, James behind me, intimately close. I felt his naked skin against mine, and oh God, it just was so good.

  James buried his face in the crook of my neck and started kissing me sweetly, slowly, seductively. At the same time, his hands were busy caressing my breasts and taunting my nipples, pinching them and squeezing them until they were once again sorely sensitive and aroused.

  “I love your small hands,” he said roughly. “I love everything about you.”

  His words made my heart glow with delight. God, how I wanted to say I loved everything about him, too. That I really loved him, like the way Mom and Dad had loved each other… the romantic way, unconditional, where we cherished one another until death do us part.

  But I couldn’t really tell him that, could I? James only loved my body. He loved having sex with me. It was purely physical. There was no emotional connection whatsoever. His love and my love was completely different, and I understood that. So why then did it hurt so much inside to know that was all he loved about me? Wasn’t it enough for now? Had I not told myself to wait, to work harder to get him to really fall in love with me for who I was? For me as simply Mia Donovan?

  I whimpered a little at the thought that struck me, at the abrupt turmoil of emotions that attacked me out of the blue.

  “I love everything about you,” he said again, kissing and caressing me harder as if I were precious to him.

  I groaned as I arched my body against him, allowing him more access. While this was happening, he rubbed his cock against my pussy from behind, making my body squirm and burn for him.

  “Mmm…” I groaned. “James…” I whispered softly. “Please.”

  He chuckled, understanding my plea. He moved into position as I eagerly waited for him to enter me. And then when he did, I groaned in satisfied delight.

  He fit perfectly. His firmness and heat invaded me, which was driving me insane.

  With his cock deep inside me, he hugged me tight from behind as if he were afraid to let me go. And I, too, felt that way. So afraid of losing him. So afraid to be alone again.

  I stayed there, enveloped in his strong arms, my eyes closed, savoring the beautiful moment, he and I together as one. James then started kissing me, and at the same time, he started moving in and out of me, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. Oh God, it felt good, and I groaned in delight.

  “Ahh…” I sang to him, my voice erotic and soft. “Oh… James… I love you… I love you…” I couldn’t help myself, crying out what was in my heart most—mindlessly, shamelessly, and eagerly expressing my love for him, telling him how much he meant to me.

  At that moment, I felt James stiffen and halt his movement, as if he were shocked at my words. Instantly, my heart raced, and I felt a little sick.

  Oh God! I hadn’t meant to say those words. I hadn’t meant to say anything at all, but the overwhelming emotions of being with him, connected to him, it was unbearably wonderful, and I slipped up.

  I felt cold, alone, and unwanted as I stood there, staring into space, flabbergasted with myself, at what I’d just done.

  I love you. The words. They just slipped out so easily. Yes, I’d just told him I loved him. Oh God! What had I done? He was going to walk away now, wasn’t he? He was going to keep a distance between us now, wasn’t he? Or perhaps he’d tell me coldly and firmly that our unconventional relationship as master and mistress was purely physical and nothing more. God, oh God! I knew that. I didn’t need to be told twice. But…

  But I fell in love. How the heck was I supposed to not fall in love with James Maxwell?

  No. No. No. No, wait. Perhaps it was just my infatuation, as Andy had said. Perhaps it was merely due to the heat of the moment? When one felt just so good during sexual intercourse that one slipped up and said inappropriate things such as I love you. But really, what they truly meant was they loved having sex. Or was it perhaps that I needed time away from James to really understand myself and what types of feelings I had for him?

  James plunged roughly into me again, surprising me out of my thoughts. At the same time, an overwhelmingly powerful sensation coursed through my body, making my head spin in delight and taking my breath away. Once I came back to earth, once I was able to breathe again, James pulled me against him so tight our whole bodies connected.

  “I like the sound of that,” he said into my ear.

  I blinked and held my breath as I stared at us through the mirror. I noted James’s face was hard and dark with a hint of an amused smile playing across his lips. Whereas I, on the other hand, had flushed pink and my eyes were bright.

  James licked and bit my ear as
he continued to pound into me, which made my body dance with him in an erotically sexy way.

  We were in a beautiful rhythm now, moving along to his pounding, in and out and in and out. His cock was rubbing sensually against the lining of my pussy, which was making my muscles convulse and pulsate in ecstasy. My body buzzed and flared with intoxicating sensations as I cried out to him how happy and pleased I was to be fucked by him.

  “Fuck,” James said darkly. “Oh, angel, your pussy is so sweet.”

  I groaned in response and raised my arms to wrap around his neck. I begged him for a kiss as he continued to pound into me, which he obliged. When I pulled away a little later because the pleasure was making me weak and nearly insane, I rested my weight on the basin for support. At the same time, James increased his pace, screwing into me so hard and fast that I couldn’t hold bear the force of his strength.

  I held tight to bench before me and continued to groan out loudly, crying out erotic sexual cries that were sure to be heard from the other room if anyone were there to witness our lovemaking.

  Oh God! I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt filled to the brim and tight, while my whole body was buzzing. James was going all out now, thrusting into me like a raging bull, and I loved it. The action increased the pleasure meter, and it was driving me insane.

  “James…” I cried. “Oh, James… Ahh…”

  “Fuck, Mia,” James whispered into my ear. “Fuck!”

  I cried as he drove into me harder and harder and faster and faster, his cock slamming into me roughly. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before we released.

  Oh God! My whole body tensed in a split second as my muscles convulsed and twisted and pulsated. Then I came, long and hard, as I shuddered in delirium there against the basin, with James behind me, kissing my neck and embracing me in his arms. I felt exhausted and collapsed, heaving heavily like I’d just finished a marathon.

  I shut my eyes, savoring the moment, savoring James within me, hugging me from behind as I took slow, deep breaths. When I came to and opened my eyes again, I saw James watching me, a handsome smile on his lips.