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Chained to You Vol. 2: Trapped and Entwined (Dark Billionaires #2)

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by Alexia Praks


  “Oh, James,” she moaned. “It feels so good.”

  James nodded, enjoying the pleasure of the moment. Fuck! She was a pretty little thing, beautifully naked sitting there on his lap with his cock deep inside her as she danced before him, her breasts bouncing about and her face in a stupor of sexual provocation. The sight of her in such careless abandon and her wanton expression excited him even more, driving his blood hot with desire.

  He encouraged her. “That’s my girl. Now faster.”

  “Faster?” she asked.

  He nodded. “You’ll feel even better.”

  Tempted, she increased her pace. True to his words, the pleasure climbed and her body started to buzz with the intense thrill and heat overtaking her body. She groaned and shuddered, never wanting this to end.

  James said, “Good. Faster.” When she obeyed and progressed her pace, he complimented her. “Good girl.”

  Oh fuck! It was getting even better now. He chuckled as her wet heat tightened around his cock. It felt so fucking awesome. Her pussy was so sweet and tight; it was driving him crazy.

  He couldn’t believe it. She was dancing before him now, her body moving in a smooth rhythm, back and forth and up and down, sliding this way and that against his body. Her breasts bounced and jiggling along with her tempo, which only turned him on even more. Her cry. Fuck! Her cry.

  “Ohh… James… Ahh… James… Hmm…” she cried out in ecstasy, her head tilted back, eyes closed.

  And then she came, her body tense, and she screamed out his name as she clutched onto him for dear life. James came, too, his body tense and contorted as ecstasy overtook him. His breathing was hard and laborious as he blacked out for a moment, his world spinning and then shutting down, leaving him to only feel the exotic pleasure as he released.

  When he returned, calming and his breathing back to normal, he dared not miss a moment of his mistress’ reaction as she orgasmed.

  She was the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen, James thought as he watched her heaving with exertion. Her face was flushed radiant, her eyes bright, shining like a pair of jewels, and her lips were ruby red from his wild and passionate kisses.

  Her delicate body was still shaking from the aftermath. This was the second time she’d been in control of their sex. This was the second time James had let her experience this dominating position, the one in control, the one to take the reins, so to speak, and he had a vague feeling she liked it.

  James caressed her cheek with his thumb, an arrogant smirk playing about his lips. Mia turned her eyes to look at him then, and there was that something sparking within the depths of the brown that snatched his breath away.

  James gritted his teeth. His heart was aching, craving the forbidden affection between a woman and a man, where making love meant more than just screwing around and obtaining orgasm, more than just the physical pleasure. It was so sudden, like an epiphany of sorts, when he realized he wanted more during his lovemaking session with Mia. He wanted something else as well, something deeper—pleasure combined with emotional connection. A deeper bond.

  His body tensed at that revelation, and James held his breath for a moment, wondering if he’d gone mad.

  “James?” Mia’s voice called out to him softly. She cupped his face, staring at him, her breathing still laborious. “What’s wrong?”

  He blinked and then breathed evenly again. Fuck! No! He didn’t want to think about this deeper bond bullshit. Not now. Fuck! Definitely not now.

  Now he simply wanted the pleasure of the physical. Now he simply wanted to fuck Mia hard out.

  She opened her mouth and was about to ask him again what was wrong when James drew her to him and slammed his lips against hers.

  “Mmm…” she groaned, and James felt his chest swell with pride. He’d make her feel good again.

  He plunged his tongue in between her soft lips into her hot mouth and brutally ravished her, his tongue stroking and lashing, caressing every lining and every groove of her mouth. He even forced his way deep into her throat, which made her shudder and groan and then cry out for him to release her.

  Fuck. He knew she was struggling to breathe, but James was an arrogant man, and he wouldn’t let her go. Though he did ease his invasiveness a little.

  When he was finally satisfied, he released her and noted she was breathless and dazed.

  “James?” she whispered softly, her eyes simmering in that dreamlike stupor full of desire that would drive any man to throw her on her back and fuck her hard out.

  Indeed, James wanted to fuck her again. He moved and made her stand.

  “James? What are you doing?” she asked.

  He chuckled. “Come on. It’s my turn now.”

  Chapter 24

  Mia

  My 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 yesterday night, with me squeezed against the window while he pounded into me.

  With his guidance, I indeed found myself facing the window, my naked body for the whole world to see if they did indeed manage to see with us this high up in the building. The thought that I was so vulnerable and exposed, however, did not dampened my arousal. It was, in fact, the opposite. The very idea that I was so exposed with James turned me on, making my core twist and burn for more.

  I felt James behind me, his masculine body tight against me, his heat embracing me with an intoxicating, seductive torridness that made me breathless.

  He buried his face in the crock of my neck, inhaling my scent and kissing me. Just those tiny kisses that made me warm and smile with delight. I felt his hands slowly caressing across my belly and moving up and cupping my breasts. He squeezed them, my sensitive flesh in his palms, both hurting me and giving me such wonderful pleasure at the same time.

  I groaned, crying out his name, crying out the pleasure he so expertly gave me.

  “James…” I groaned. “Oh, James…”

  I had only come a few moments ago, and now James had already managed to build me up once again, my body shaking and buzzing with sexual craving and my core twisting and burning for him. Oh God! How I wanted him to take me again, to kiss me in that wild, passionate way of his, his hardened member deep inside me, pounding into me, which would drive me mindless. I simply wanted to feel him inside me, against me, with me until I reached the ultimate heaven where only he and I existed, where we would be one, connected physically and emotionally…

  Emotionally? I wasn’t sure about that where James was concerned. But how I wanted to connect with him emotionally.

  One day… One day we’d be there. One day I’d get that, I thought positively, and a smile appeared across my lips as I felt him guide my hands up above my head so I was now leaning farther against the glass. I felt him tight against me while his face was buried deep in my hair in the crook of my neck. Meanwhile, one of his hand was tight about my wrists, imprisoning me against the cool window, preventing it—and me—from escaping his clutches.

  Standing there in the open darkness for the world to see, James continued to kiss me everywhere, his lips—eager, tender, and hot—were on my neck, my shoulder, and my back while one of his hands groped my front, cupping my already sensitive breasts, molding them and squeezing them hard out according to his overpowering desire. I felt as if he were starving for me even though he’d had me every night, not once, but at least three times every day. Was he ever going to be satisfied with me?

  Then I thought to myself, I surely hope not. It was then I suddenly realized I was selfish where James was concerned. I never wanted him to be satisfied with me. I wanted him to always want me, not only where sex was concerned, but eventually where love was concerned as well.


  “Oh, James…” I groaned out as he squeezed me against the window, my hard and sore breasts pressed against the cold glass, which only worked to turn me on at a higher level, causing my core to burn and twist even more, craving him.

  “How does it feel to be so exposed?” his voice hotly whispered into my ear, darkly and erotically, which made my nerves dance in excitement.

  Oh God! I wanted him deep inside me again so badly. I craved it, in fact. I wanted it filling me and making me complete. And the prodding—James’s large, aroused beast drilling into the deepest part of me, connecting us wholly.

  “James…” I barely managed to reply through a whisper. My lips and throat felt dry and weak. I had no ounce of energy left.

  God! I wasn’t sure if my legs could hold out much longer.

  James continued to toy with me. I felt trapped and weak under his control. Oh God, it felt so good to be at his mercy, his influence, his power, his command.

  My center continued to twist and pulsate, coiling and convulsing deeper and darker as pain and pleasure met and greeted one another within me, playing, teasing, and toying with one another, making my insides burn fervently for more, for the sensations to go deeper and darker, even further beyond my own imagination. It made me breathless and dazed, as if I were high.

  Oh God… More pain… More pleasure… More control… More exposure… More teasing… More kissing… More…

  James must have understood my untamed desire more than my innocent self was able to express as he suddenly lifted one of my legs, exposing me even more. I felt the cool night air caressing me, and my core jumped with excitement as the sweet nectar of my milk sensually flowed from me, wetting me even more in response.

  “Oh, James…” I moaned softly, my breathing heavy.

  James kissed me about the nape of my neck, and then he whispered, “I see you like this position. Does it turn you on when you’re so exposed, Mia?” He chuckled darkly as he caressed me, his expert fingers vigorous and demanding. “Does the thought of the world watching you while I fuck you turn you on?”

  I shuddered at his erotic interrogation. Oh God, yes, my body screamed in agreement. But I shook my head in the negative, playing innocent. I had no idea why I was telling him a lie. I had no idea why I falsified the truth when my body was outrageously flaunting otherwise, quite simply exhibiting and screaming to the world that I loved it, being treated in such a sexy, wicked way.

  “Oh?” he queried with interest, seeing right through me, knowing immediately what I had signified was a simple and utter lie. As if to taunt me, to punish me for my untruth, his fingers ruthlessly dug deeper, torturing me in such a barbaric way the action shook me to my core and made me so breathless and dazed I was certain I was going to faint from the overwhelming experience.

  My body tensed, tightening into a dense coil, and then weaken and collapsed against the window. If not for the thick glass frame supporting me and James’s firm grasp, I knew I would have fallen to my knees, so deeply affected by James and his words.

  I felt exhausted and beaten and my body even more sensitive, craving sex, craving James even more.

  He was definitely right. I was very responsive to him tonight. No doubt about that. The more he made love to me, the more sensitive I became. My body now easily reacted, tingling in pleasure at the slightest erotic suggestion.

  “Then why,” James whispered into my ear as I heaved and my limp body collapsed against the glass, “does your pussy tighten so hard around my fingers?” He chuckled. “It’s as if the very idea of you being so exposed while I do this to you”—he plunged another finger and thrust all three deep into me—“excites you. Hmm… You’re such a liar, Mia.” He licked the base of my throat, teasing me.

  The heat of his tongue did nothing to dampen my continued arousal and desire for him. In fact, it was the opposite. My whole body writhed in a frenzy.

  “I believe you need to be punished,” he said darkly. “Don’t you?”

  I couldn’t reply to his rhetorical question. I was already at the point of no return. Truth be told, I couldn’t care less what he was going to do to me next. In fact, I welcomed it. Welcomed his ruthless sexual torture, ravishing my body and pounding deep into me until I was mindless, breathless, and dazed. Until my world spun and turned into a myriad of shades of the rainbow. Until my body became numb and blacked out the awareness of everything around me except for James himself, except for the exquisite amatory sensations he expertly granted me.

  “James…” I begged, my pussy longingly pulsating for his cock. “Please…”

  I felt tears in my eyes at my unbearable craving. The thought of that particular beast prodding into me, rubbing itself against the lining of my secret valley, thrilled me in anticipation.

  My breathing short and labored, I whispered, “James…”

  I gazed up at him, my eyes in that deep-set desire-filled expression, beseeching.

  James smiled darkly at me, pleased with the way I looked—weak, docile, and imploring.

  He kissed me on the lips gently and softly as if it were my reward for being the perfect submissive mistress. When he moved back just a little, he said, his warm breath fanning against my face seductively, “Since you begged.”

  I sighed a breath of relief in happiness and excitement as he granted my desire. My whole body shook, and my knees weakened as James guided me into position. The end result made my backside stick into the air. The feeling was exquisitely wonderful. I was excited and waited in anticipation, knowing soon I was going to be ruthlessly fucked, that any moment now, he’d mercilessly and continuously pound his cock deep into me, filling me to the core, making us one.

  James palmed me, sliding his hand from front to back, his fingers stroking the sensitive grove of my pussy, his skin soaking wet with my honey. Then he firmly held my hip and snuggled his face against my hair, inhaling my scent.

  “You smell amazing,” he said softly.

  I closed my eyes as I felt my body pressed harder against the window. I psyched myself into readiness for him, my pussy twitching for his cock while my heart raced and my breathing quickened.

  Slowly and seductively, James let me feel him by rubbing his hot, hard cock against my wet pussy, stroking the thick shaft against my sensitive, wet flesh, causing a torrent of explosive sensation throughout my body. I groaned deeply as my body squirmed in anticipation for that beast to invade me.

  James whispered into my ear, teasing me. “You’re quite eager today, aren’t you?”

  I mindlessly nodded since I could no longer deny my desire for him.

  “Ask me again, Mia. Tell me you want my cock inside you.” He chuckled darkly. “Politely.”

  I bit my lower lip as my body shook uncontrollably. Then I took a deep breath and whispered breathlessly, “I… I want your cock deep inside me, James… Please.”

  “Hmm…” he responded, kissing me tenderly about the neck, waiting for me to express more of my unashamed sexy pleading.

  “Please, James,” I said, feeling my own body reacting deliciously to my naughty words, words I would never use with anyone except James. “Please… fuck my naughty pussy with your cock.”

  I didn’t mean my words to be so erotic and dirty, but it just unexpectedly came out that way. James, to my surprise and pleasure, responded like a bull in heat. He sucked the skin of my neck and tightened his hold on me, as if my very words excited him beyond control. I felt his firm grasp on me, digging into my sensitive skin, which only heightened my pleasure even more.

  Once he released my skin from his mouth, he chuckled darkly with amusement. It was as if he enjoyed my sexy comeback, teasing and taunting him.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Then slowly and carefully, he prodded his thick cock into my pussy, filling my aching emptiness. In response, I sighed and groaned in pleasure, my whole body shuddering and squirming deliciously. Then, when he started moving, I cried in ecstasy.

  “Agh…” I groaned. “Hmm… Ahh�
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  James continued to pound into me—in and out, in and out…

  His body and mine moved in fluid rhythm, dancing erotically against the window. Oh God! It felt amazingly wonderful being fucked in this position, erotically exciting.

  “Ja-James…” I screamed his name between each heavy breath. “Oh… Ja-James…”

  More… More… Harder… Harder… Faster… Faster…

  Indeed, James seemed to understand what I wanted. His pace increased, thrusting into me faster and faster, screwing me deeper and deeper, which was driving me insane.

  Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! It wouldn’t be long now until I came.

  I gritted my teeth, my mind in a muddle, my heart racing and pounding in my chest as it had never before as my body shook and squirmed and my breasts smashed against the window.

  “James…” I screamed. “I’m coming…”

  The instant I breathlessly said those words to him, James swore under his breath. “Fuck! Not yet, Mia. Not yet.”

  He deliberately slowed his pace, which in turn decreased my build up.

  “James?” I asked. “Please…” I begged. I wanted him to pound into me so I could come. The blasted man, however, had other ideas and pulled out completely.

  Chapter 25

  Mia

  I 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 sooth my 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 Maxell all right, and I loved him so dearly. Why? 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’s dark underground business world?

 

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