Chained to You, Vol. 5: Seduced (Vegas Billionaires)

by Alexia Praks

  At first the kiss was soft, gentle, and warm, which was wonderfully pleasant. A moment later, however, James switched to aggression. He was demanding as his lips pressed hard against mine while his tongue hotly invaded my mouth.

  “Mmm…” I groaned under his fervent attack. My head was beginning to swim and my body heated and melting into him.

  As we deepened the passionate kiss, our lips locked and tongues stroking one another, caressing and teasing.

  I sang out to him, my whole being shaking with adoration and my core beginning to burn in a frenzy.

  When James finally pulled back, I was dazed and my body ready for him to fuck me.

  James did not disappoint. He yanked my dress down my body and lovingly tortured my breasts, teasing and taunting the very sensitive, aroused flesh with his fingers and thumb. Then he kissed, sucked, and licked them seductively.

  Oh God, I thought hazily as I clutched James’s head against my chest, encouraging him.

  The door was still unlocked. What if someone walked in? What if Aria walked in?

  Not good. I needed James to end this now. God, I wanted to tell him to stop this intense lovemaking but found I had no willpower. My mouth was too busy moaning and groaning in pleasure as he continued to ravish me to his heart’s content.

  “James…,” I whispered under my breath. “James… We… have… to stop this… The door…”

  James wasn’t listening to me. He roughly raised my skirt as he made me lean back against the bed. There, instead of pulling my panties down my legs, he tore the lacy material to pieces.

  His barbaric action only served to heighten my excitement, and my core burned even hotter for him and his erect cock.

  “Oh, James…,” I whispered. The fear of someone walking in on us fled my mind in an instant. I encouraged him instead. “James… Fuck me… Please fuck me now… I can’t wait any longer…” I was panting, and my body was shaking in fervor for him.

  James buried his face in the crook of my neck and said, “Sure thing, darling.”

  Not a moment later, he inserted his cock into me, thrusting hard in one forceful move. When I felt him inside me, I groaned in satisfied delight, as if I were finally filled and complete.

  “It feels so good,” I said. “James…”

  He chuckled as he started moving inside me, sliding in and out, slowly at first and then faster.

  I leaned back a little and raised my hips, which drew him deeper into me and allowed easier access. Then we were moving, dancing erotically, as he drove himself into me, into the deepest parts of me.

  He really was fucking me now, hard and fast. I found it difficult to restrain myself. I bent my head back and closed my eyes, just relishing the ecstasy of sexual pleasure James was giving me.

  God, it felt so good. Just so wonderful and magnificently delightful. I felt I was in heaven, so beautiful and bright and just awesomely amazing.

  When I opened my eyes, James was watching me, and he had a dark expression on his face that told me he liked the look I was wearing. I couldn’t help myself and raised to him. There I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, “I love you,” before kissing him.

  With our lips tightly locked together, we continued our erotic dance, our movements in a sexy tempo that was rising to climax as we moved faster and faster and harder and harder. I was breathless, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I came. My body shuddered and then tensed as I did come, long and slow. Then I relaxed and collapsed against James.

  “I love you too,” he whispered.

  I felt my heart somersault in my chest as I froze in my spot. Did I hear that right? Did James just say he loves me?

  Oh God! Suddenly I was so elated… so utterly and deliriously happy that I sobbed and my body shook uncontrollably.

  I moved back and stared up at him. “James?”

  He smiled at me and said again, “I love you, Mia.”

  Honest to God, I nearly died then. This was the first time since my parents’ death, aside from Andy, that anyone had ever said the words I love you, Mia to me.

  To say I was shocked with surprise was an understatement. I was tearing up like there was no tomorrow.

  James laughed and kissed my face all over. He said, “You’re the best mistress ever. Now how about graduating to a proper girlfriend?”

  I wiped my eyes and said, “James? Are you serious?”

  “I’m completely serious, darling,” he said. “That’s if you don’t mind a dark billionaire who does shady business and rules an underground empire for a boyfriend.”

  I chuckled through my tears. “I don’t mind at all. I love you, James.”

  God, words just couldn’t describe how happy I was. His love confession meant everything to me, and it changed my world completely.

  A moment later, he pulled my skirt down my legs and said, “If my lousy brothers weren’t coming, I’d go for round two. This time with you completely naked. But…” He trailed off as he pulled me up and even arranged my dress properly. “Now go and put some panties on before I change my mind and fuck you again.”

  I nodded. Then before I went, I stood on tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the lips. “I love you, James,” I said again.

  “I know,” he replied.

  I gave him a sunny smile and then left him to get ready. As I was heading back to my room, I felt I was on cloud nine, walking on air.

  Chapter 18

  Mia

  Scott and Eric Maxwell were nothing like I’d imagined. I thought they’d be similar to James, both in looks and behavior. When I finally got to meet them, however, I was pleasantly surprised they weren’t. Sure, they had that elite aura about them like James, which awed anyone who happened to encounter them. And physically, they were tall and muscular like James too, but that was where the resemblance ended.

  Scott was a hunky, blond-haired, light brown-eyed charming man that screamed sex appeal like a lion on testosterone. I had to do a double take because he was so gorgeous—as in drop-dead gorgeous—even I found it hard to tear my gaze from him. He was the type that could make a girl come in ecstasy with just a cheeky smile or wink. The moment I saw him, I knew he was both the easiest to get along with yet the hardest to get close to of all three brothers.

  I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but my instincts told me Scott had many layers and much depth in terms of his personality, just like an onion. I knew he was the kind that kept his trump card hidden and would only reveal it when he needed it most.

  When he saw me, he walked straight up to me and greeted me affectionately as if I were his long-lost relative.

  “Mia. I finally get to meet you, darling,” he said, pulling me into his arms and hugging me tight.

  I blushed bright red and was more than a little flustered by the intimate embrace.

  James pulled Scott off me and snapped, “Behave yourself, Scott.”

  Then I was introduced to Eric, who, to my surprise, was actually half-Asian, and he was just simply hot and delicious to look at. He had dark hair, warm honey skin, and smoky eyes that’d make any woman drool for days on end. Where Scott was easy, outgoing, and friendly, Eric was the total opposite. He was quiet, aloof, and looked as though he were suspicious of everyone, including me. I could say he was the introvert and kept anyone who wasn’t part of his family or circle of friends at arm’s length.

  When he saw me, he cocked his head to one side and said, “So you’re Mia?”

  I nodded uncertainly, feeling as if I were being assessed or something. “Yes. Nice to meet you.”

  Of all the things he had to do on our first meeting, he had to go and give out a sigh, as if I were such a disappointment. Then he turned to James and snapped, “Fuck you, James!”

  I sucked in my breath at his cold outburst while both James and Scott laughed, which confused me.

  Eric stormed off into the living area and slumped on the sofa as if his world had just ended or something.

  Scott wrapped his ar
m around my shoulder and said, “Don’t mind him, Mia. He’s in a foul mood at the moment and is sickly jealous of James.”

  “Why would he be jealous of James?” I asked as we headed into the living area.

  Scott said, “Do you know, Mia? We brothers always ended up liking the same things. We have very similar taste in almost everything. Food, clothes, cars, women…”

  I still didn’t get it and was about to tell him so when Aria came rushing in behind us. I assumed she must have just finished her piano lesson with Mrs. West.

  Scott let go of me and turned his attention to his beloved niece. He picked her up into his arms, hugged her tight, and kissed her repeatedly.

  He said, “My darling Aria. Did you miss Uncle Scott? Now see, you have to give Uncle Scott the right answer, because otherwise, you won’t get any presents.”

  I smiled and thought it sounded like blackmail.

  “Yay! Presents!” Aria shouted excitedly. “Oh, and I missed you lots, Uncle Scott. Like lots and lots.” Then before she could hurt anyone’s feelings, she turned to Eric and said, “And I missed you too, Uncle Eric.”

  Eric came forward and kissed the little girl on the cheek. “Love you too, sweetheart.”

  “Uncle Eric, are you all right?” Aria asked in concern. “Are you sick?”

  Scott laughed. “Yeah, he’s sick all right. In the head and in the heart.”

  Aria looked worried. “If it’s in the head, it must be a headache, right? If it’s in the heart, it’s a heartache, right? Do you need some medicine, Uncle Eric?”

  Scott burst out laughing. “Don’t worry about him, Aria. He’s manly enough to handle a little heartache.”

  Eric glared at Scott. “Shut your trap, Scott.”

  James said loudly, “Language, Eric.”

  Eric managed to look guilty. “Sorry.” He turned to Aria and gave her a weak smile. “How about the presents?”

  Without further ado, the younger brothers went away with Aria to retrieve the presents from Scott’s sports car. When they returned, I was astonished because there wasn’t just one. There were at least five different types of soft toys.

  Aria laughed excitedly and said, “I love them all.”

  Sometime later, we settled down for dinner in the formal dining room. Of course, the meal could have been better if Scott were to stop pestering me with question after question about my life, which wasn’t something I wanted to brag about, especially things to do with my dark past. It wasn’t pleasant as dinner conversation; that was for sure.

  James must have understood my feelings, because he said, “Stop being such a nuisance, Scott.”

  Scott took it all in stride and said, “Sorry, Mia,” before turning his attention to his niece once again and asking her about school.

  Aria enthusiastically told the brothers about what she’d done today and even showed them her painting, which was of Aria, James, me, and the two dogs at the park on Sunday.

  Scott was trying to make sense of the picture but couldn’t because they were just sticks and a lot of green lines of grass and trees everywhere.

  Eric said, “I can kind of make it out.”

  “See? This is me. This is Daddy, and this is Mia. This one with four legs is Alfie, and this one is Sammy. We had so much fun at the park on Sunday. We cried a bit too, but it was fun crying, you know? And we felt better after.”

  Scott burst out laughing again. “Maybe Uncle Eric should cry because that’d make him feel better.”

  Eric looked as if he wanted to punch Scott in the face.

  Once we had finished dinner, James and his brothers went off to the living room. Because I didn’t want to bother them since I knew they were going to be talking about business, I decided it was a good time to help put Aria to bed.

  “James, I’ll put Aria to bed for you,” I said, taking the yawning Aria by the hand.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  I grinned and said, “Yeah. You enjoy your time with your brothers. I’ll take care of Aria for you tonight.”

  He smiled, and I didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes, which pleased me.

  “All right. Thanks.”

  After Aria had kissed her dad and two uncles good night, I led her up the stairs to get ready for bed.

  Halfway, I heard Scott say, “Looks like a keeper to me.”

  “Yeah,” Eric echoed.

  I couldn’t help but smile at their comments.

  In Aria’s room, I helped her bathe quickly and then dressed her in her favorite pajamas. Once done, I settled in her bed beside her and read her a book. Some fifteen minutes later, I noted her eyes were drooping and knew it wasn’t long before she was fast asleep.

  I wasn’t wrong. A few moments later, her breathing became deep and even. I gently moved out of her bed and then tucked her in. I leaned forward, kissed her on the forehead, and said, “Good night, Aria.”

  The little girl groaned softly and mumbled, “Good night, Mia. I love you.”

  Instantly I felt my heart glow with delight and my eyes tearing up. Gosh. First it was the father who had said those wonderful words to me, and now it was his daughter too. Life was indeed magnificent for me at the moment.

  I said softly, “I love you too, Aria.”

  I stayed there and gazed at her for a moment, feeling my heart filled to the brim with love. Then a little later, I got up and returned to my room. There I checked my phone and noted it was nearly time to meet up with Sophie as indicated in her note. Suddenly I dreaded the appointment and thought about changing my mind. Then she’d think I was a coward and couldn’t face her, which wasn’t at all true.

  I hardened myself against that urge. I was determined to clear things up between us as soon as possible. After all, James loved me and chose me. The sooner I let this woman know, the better, so she could stop barking up the wrong tree.

  Chapter 19

  Mia

  I chose to wear my ballet flats for easy walking, though I didn’t change my clothes. I thought this dress—cute, frilly, and short—was fine for now, as I was only going out for a bit and the meeting was just down the road.

  With my cell phone in hand, I headed out the door. As I descended the stairs, I wondered if I should tell James. Yes, that was a good idea since I didn’t want him to worry about me. After all, he was always apprehensive that I’d be a target because of him, just like Matt where Andy was concerned.

  I went toward the living room, but at the door, I was about to open my mouth to speak when I changed my mind. The Maxwell brothers were in a deep discussion of some sort about something serious. I heard the words Alice, bride, Japan, Dad, wedding, and a lot of profanity from Eric. Because I didn’t want to interrupt them and assuming James wouldn’t notice if I was gone for only five minutes, I changed my mind and retraced my steps. Then I headed out the front door and down the driveway toward the gate.

  It was dark, but the garden light was on so I could see clearly where I was going. I was about to reach the gate when a voice said, “Miss Donovan. Are you going somewhere?”

  It was Peter O’Neil, the head security guard of the estate. I couldn’t believe he was still in his station, a small building near the gate.

  I said, “I’m going out to meet Sophie for a bit. I won’t be long.”

  “Do you want one of the guards to come along?” he asked. Then before I could refuse, he said, “It’s Mr. Maxwell’s orders.”

  I put my foot down. Honestly, it was only a short meeting just around the corner. Besides, I didn’t want a bodyguard, or anyone for that matter, to see or hear me quarreling with Sophie over James. It’d be embarrassing.

  I said, “It’s fine, Peter. I’m just going to be around the corner. Besides, it’s kind of a private talk. Girl stuff, you know.”

  Peter was hesitant for a moment and then finally said, “All right, Miss Donovan. But you be careful out there.”

  I nodded.

  A moment later, he opened the gate for me. As I walked out, I said ove
r my shoulder, “I won’t be long. I promise.” I even gave him a cute smile.

  He chuckled before returning to his post in the small office.

  Oddly enough, the moment I stepped on the other side of the gate, I had this feeling of abandonment that scared me shitless, and I had no idea why. It’s only going to be five minutes, I confirmed to myself as I headed down the road.

  The street was strangely dark and sinister tonight, and I couldn’t help but feel a chilly dread rush through my body. I glanced over my shoulder to look at the house to make sure it was still there, that I wasn’t someplace else where I wasn’t safe.

  God, what was I thinking? Walking out here all alone and meeting Sophie, of all people, the woman who hated me to my bones. What if she had a vendetta against me because I’d been taunting her for the past two days and she thought she got fired because it was my doing? The thought didn’t sit well with me, and I shuddered in anxiety.

  I thought about turning back when I rounded a corner and saw Sophie there, standing by a van parked down the street. Instantly my thought of backing out fled my mind, and I squared my shoulders as I headed her way.

  The closer I got, the more my stomach flipped in dread and the sicker I felt. It was clear I’d never confronted my arch enemy before.

  When I was a few steps away, I stopped and looked her squarely in the eyes. I noted she had a dark smile on her face, and her clothing was a bit different than usual. Tonight she wore a dark trench coat, black jeans, and dark sneakers. Was this her type of outfit when she wasn’t working as Aria’s nanny? My instincts, however, told me otherwise. Sophie wouldn’t dress like that, in something so distasteful, unless she had to.

  I licked my lips and said, “So where do we begin?”

  Sophie shrugged, and I noted she wasn’t looking at me. Rather, her eyes were following something behind me.

  She said, “I think we should begin with him.”

  I frowned as a sudden chill ran down my spine. Suddenly I noticed the smell… that god-awful smell that made me want to throw up. The smell that reminded me of my past… of that small bedroom back in New Hampshire… me and Andy being bullied and molested… and Herbert Weston.