Chained by Love Vol. 1: Angel (Vegas Billionaires #1) Page 10

  Most nights, I’d lie here in bed, aching to be in William’s arms and craving his kisses. I didn’t know if it was because my body was now sexually awakened or because William himself caused me to constantly think about that sort of thing.

  I sighed and turned on my side. Dismissing the thought of him from my mind, I switched my attention to Dad and Marie, instead.

  They must be having a real good time right now in Canada, drinking and eating loads of delicious food to their hearts’ content. And almost everyone else around the world would be, too, for that matter, enjoying their time spent with their families and relatives and just having the time of their lives.

  As for me? Here I was, drowning in my own loneliness and misery and daydreaming about a hot billionaire doing naughty things to me…ruthlessly fucking me. God, I was pathetic, wasn’t I?

  I was hopeless.

  For perhaps the hundredth time since that day, I thought about William. This time, though, I thought of what he’d be doing now. Was he, like billions of other people on this planet at this moment, enjoying his time eating and drinking, celebrating the festive season with his family, relatives and friends? Or was he like me, alone and wondering what it would be like to spend time with loved ones. Ones who actually cared about you, encouraged you to do your best and live up to your dreams, and simply be there for you when you needed them most.

  I didn’t know, but it was nice to imagine him laughing, drinking, eating, and just enjoying himself with his family and friends. I certainly didn’t want to think that he was completely alone out there, like me, despite his vast wealth.

  I turned myself to the left and picked a random book from the side of my bed. I opened the cover and flipped through to the beginning of the first chapter. Then I started reading, trying desperately to let my mind wander off into a make-believe world, conjured by an author with boundless inspiration and creativity.

  Half an hour later, however, I gave up because I had barely gone past the first few chapters. Despite that, it was a great book, I knew because I had read it before, I just couldn’t get into the story this time around. I blame this on William’s face for continuously popping up in my head, distracting me. Not to mention I kept thinking about his sensual lips and his kisses.

  I replaced the book on the bedside table and rolled myself into a ball. With my face buried against the pillow, I suddenly felt like crying.

  God, I felt lonely. So, so lonely.

  I didn’t have close friends, so there was no one to call for a nice chat to alleviate my loneliness. It was a cold, hard fact that I was by myself in this world, despite the existence of billions of other people breathing the same air that I breathed and seeing the same starry sky that I saw.

  I sighed and pulled the covers over my head, determined to shut the outside world from my mind. It was, after all, ten o’clock at night.

  I was just about to drift off to sleep when a loud banging noise came through, jarring me fully awake.

  I blinked, wondering who was knocking at this time of the night. Perhaps it was merely some random drunkard knocking on the neighbor’s door. After all, it wasn’t uncommon in this part of the neighborhood, especially at this time of the year.

  Some more loud banging came my way, alerting me that it was in fact at my own front door that there was an intruder.

  I frowned, wondering if Dad and Marie had returned earlier than was planned. But surely they had keys? Unless, of course, they had lost them again.

  Thinking that it was them, I reluctantly got out of bed and headed out the bedroom door.

  Along the hallway, more insistent knocking sounds came my way. I sighed and said in irritation, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  Immediately, the knocking ceased, and I shook my head in exasperation. Truth be told, even though I was bored out of my tree and felt as lonely as ever, I’d still rather not have Dad and Marie back so soon. I wasn’t ready for them, that was for sure. I hadn’t fully satisfied tasting my freedom yet.

  At the door, I unlocked and then turned the handle. As I did so, I expected to greet my father and his bitchy second wife, who would undoubtedly tell me off the moment she laid eyes on me—like always. Instinctively, I put up my invisible protective barrier and prepared myself for the onslaught.

  No bitching came my way as I stood there, waiting anxiously for the abuse to haul at me. I raised my eyes and noted that it wasn’t Dad and Marie who were standing there in front of me.

  It was William.

  As instantly as I saw him, my body weakened. I blinked, and tears suddenly flowed down my cheeks without me realizing it.

  “Hello, Savanah,” he said, smiling at me.

  Oh, God! It was William. It really was William.

  I wiped my teary eyes and hoarsely asked, “William? What…what are you doing here?”

  He took a step closer. “Care to join me for dinner?” he said out of the blue.

  “Din…dinner? At this time of the night?”

  He raised his hand and looked at his watch. “It is a bit late, but I’m starving.”

  I licked my lips, dumbfounded.

  “I…” I began. Gosh, I just didn’t know how to respond. I was so elated that he’d suddenly appeared before me, and of all things, asked me to join him for dinner, too.

  I said, “But I’m not dressed.” After all, I was in my flannelette pajamas.

  His eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I felt utterly embarrassed because the sleepwear I wore was old and worn out. Not to mention that it had images of a little angel in a white gown with a golden halo on top of her head.

  Of course, his intense scrutiny of me made me blush and my tummy flutter, which only reminded me of our kiss the other day back at his penthouse.

  He said, “Where we’re going, it doesn’t matter.”

  “Really?” I said, taking a step back.

  Despite the fact that I was over the moon at seeing him again and that I desperately wanted to throw myself into his arms, I knew it was best if we kept a distance and acted outrageously polite to each other. Why? Because I didn’t want our time together to end up with misunderstanding and argument again. Had he forgotten how cold he had been toward me the last time he had drop me off at my home? Even though I had already apologized for taunting him?

  He must have noticed my retreating steps and narrowed his eyes at me accordingly.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  I licked my lips and said defensively, “Nothing.”

  I knew he had caught on to me, as he challenged me by stepping over the threshold of my apartment. “Come on. I said I’m starving. Do you intend to keep me waiting?”

  “Why didn’t you eat before you came here?” I asked. “Your hunger has nothing to do with me.”

  He said, “Sure, it has nothing to do with you, but fuck, I want to spend time with you tonight. It’s Christmas Eve and your parents aren’t even here to celebrate it with you. Or are you okay with spending the whole night alone?”

  I frowned at his blunt statement, and my heart skipped a beat. His words struck me hard in my core. No, I wasn’t okay with spending Christmas Eve alone. I wanted companions, and William was definitely on the top of that list.

  Sweet Jesus! William wanted to spend time with me, and during Christmas Eve at that! I couldn’t believe it.

  But what about his family? His friends? Perhaps he was going to take me to join them.

  Not wanting to intrude on this family because I knew I’d stick out like a sore thumb among the rich and the influential and would only embarrass myself, I turned my back to him as I said, “I’m fine. I don’t really celebrate Christmas, anyway.”

  It was a lie, of course. I had always wanted to celebrate Christmas, but Dad had never wanted it.

  “Fuck it!” William swore behind me.

  In a flash, I felt his iron-like grip around my arm. He gently pulled me around, and I found myself facing his manly body. A moment later, I was being lifted in midair.
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  “William!” I shrieked. “What are you doing?”

  “I said I’m starving,” he explained darkly. “I’m not going back empty-handed, and I won’t let you spend Christmas Eve alone. Now be quiet and don’t argue. If you do, I’ll kiss you.”

  The moment he said that, my body weakened in delight. Oh, please just kiss me already, William, I wanted to tell him. But of course, I didn’t, and instead obeyed his demand by keeping my mouth shut.

  Once I was inside William’s luxury convertible, he asked me where the key to the house was.

  I said, “I’ll lock it myself.”

  “No, madam, you stay put. Where’s the key?”

  I knew he suspected that if I were to go back into the house, I’d probably change my mind, close the door, and lock him out.

  Reluctantly, I told him where it was. He left and went inside the house. A moment later, he came back out and locked the door.

  I watched him as he returned to me, hopped into the driver’s seat, and handed me the key.

  I took it as I said, “Thanks.”

  Suddenly, he leaned forward and cupped my face. His hands felt so warm and gentle that I couldn’t help myself and closed my eyes, savoring the moment. Then I felt his thumbs wiping my tears away.

  Oh, damn! I thought there was no evidence of my overwhelming joy at seeing him, but there it was, wet tears sticking to my cheeks prominently, notifying him of just how much he really affected me.

  I felt my throat tighten and said, “Um… Thanks.”

  He chuckled as he reached out and pulled on my seatbelt for me. I sat as still as a statue as he clicked the thing into place. A moment later, he drove the car out.

  Chapter 15

  Savanah

  It wasn’t long before we came to a nice spot just on the outskirts of the city, which had a panoramic view of Vegas. I couldn’t help but smile with delight at the sight before us. Colorful lights stretched far into the distance, and it was breathtakingly beautiful. I thought the lights looked like stars in the night sky.

  Beside me, William switched on the interior lights, which instantly brightened up the small space. He even left the headlights on so that the area surrounding us had good visibility. Then he retrieved what I assumed was a picnic basket, which I had no doubt Joseph must have prepared for him. The smell was certainly inviting, and I couldn’t help but eye the basket with delight.

  When William opened the hamper, there was an assortment of club sandwiches, savory cheeses, sweets, and fruit. To the side, there was a bottle of champagne and a carton of orange juice. I had no doubt that the champagne was for William and the orange juice was for me.

  William put the carrier between us, and said, “Help yourself,” as he started serving himself.

  I delightedly accepted the offer and said, “Thanks.” I randomly picked a club sandwich and started eating heartily, savoring the taste. It was ham, and it was delicious. Once I finished that one, I chose another, and this time, it was smoked chicken. Instantly, it reminded me of that day back at William’s penthouse when he had fed me.

  I glanced at him, wondering if he was going to do that again. If so, was I prepared for it? God, I didn’t know. And honestly, I should stop thinking about that now, because it was nothing of significance. I returned my gaze to the hamper basket and picked up a piece of savory cheese this time.

  We both were quiet as we enjoyed our meal and the beautiful scenery before us. Well, at least I was, on my part.

  Some fifteen minutes later, once William was finished with his eating and had drunk two glasses of the champagne, he retracted the roof of the convertible.

  The instant it was opened, a cold breeze danced about us, which made me shiver. Now I wished I had brought my jacket along. And maybe a scarf and wooly hat, too.

  William then proceeded to move his seat back so that it lay down. Once that was done, he made himself comfortable, reclining there as if he were back at home on his very comfortable leather couch. I noted that he was staring up at the night sky, and his face was serene, which was beauty all of itself. To be sure, I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was such a handsome man.

  After chewing the last of my sandwich, I moved my seat and lay back as well.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, marveling at the countless stars that expanded across our galaxy.

  I thought William might have agreed with me because I sort of heard a low “Hmm” from him.

  A gust of wind swirled about us again, and I really shivered hard this time around. To prevent the loss of body heat, and also due to instinctive reaction, I folded my arms across my chest and huddled myself into a fetal position. It was winter, after all, and I was only in my pajamas, so I felt pretty cold.

  William turned his attention to me for a moment, watching me. Then without a word, he reached over to the back, retrieved a throw blanket, and wrapped it around me.

  “Thanks,” I said. Gosh, he had thought of everything, hadn’t he?

  “You’re welcome,” he said, smiling at me.

  I couldn’t help myself and returned one as well. Good lord, but he was very nice to me tonight, wasn’t he? And I surely hoped he’d stay that way until the end of our night’s outing.

  Suddenly, without even a warning, he leaned in close and planted his lips on mine.

  At first, I froze in shocked surprise because I wasn’t expecting it and I certainly wasn’t ready for it. Then, when his kiss became slow and gentle, teasing and caressing, I relaxed, enjoying the pleasant sensation and the taste of champagne that still lingered in his mouth.

  With him this close to me, I could feel his body heat against me, warming me up like the glowing of a beautiful bonfire.

  I sighed in pleasure and then groaned in delight. When he urged my lips to part for him, I obliged without protest and opened my mouth wide for him, allowing him complete access.

  William plunged his tongue in and began to stroke, caress, and play havoc with me. As this happened, my body melted against his and my mind became dazed.

  “Ngh…” I groaned in wonder. Oh, God, I wanted more. I wanted William to do more to me than just kiss me.

  When he terminated the kiss and moved his head back, I was upset and disappointed that it ended all too soon.

  With my breathing heavy, I raised my eyes to his and noted that he was staring at me intensely. I gave him a smile—inviting almost.

  When he made no move to carry on seducing me, I rested my head against the back of the seat and then proceeded to lovingly caress his face with my fingers, marveling at how handsome he was.

  Pale blue eyes that were almost gray, firm lips, aquiline nose, high cheekbones, and a prominent jawline; he had the face of a male model featured in advertising campaigns for perfume or expensive suits. He was the type women threw themselves at his feet; the type who could very easily get hot, sexy women into his bed without much effort. It was then I wondered why he was interested in a girl like me, enough to go so far as to kiss me, not once but three times now. After all, he did tell me he didn’t like teenaged girls or a female with a flat chest, and which obviously, I was both.

  More than a little mystified where William was concerned, I cast my eyes downward and turned away from him. Instantly, he cupped my face and drew me back, and before I could catch on as to what was happening, he kissed me again.

  This time though, it was rough, wild, and passionate. His lips and tongue were demanding as he kissed, stroked and sucked me so hard that I was breathless and my head was spinning.

  I groaned, and my heart was racing as I clutched him for dear life. His fingers dug deeply into my hair as his tongue went even deeper into my throat.

  I was shaking all over by the time he decided he’d had enough of my lips and mouth and finally released me.

  I sucked in air once my mouth was free and continued to breathe heavily as William trailed his little kisses down my throat.

  Oh, God, William was doing more than just kissing me now, as I had hoped he w
ould, and I felt utterly weak. His hand was palming my left breast, squeezing the small mound hard until I groaned in both fright and excitement.

  “William…” I managed to murmur between my heavy breathing. “Oh…William…”

  Oh, God, I felt this wonderful sensation coursing through my body like firework, and my woman area down there was completely wet and aching to be filled by his cock.

  I writhed and groaned as William pulled the blanket down my body. This was followed by my shirt, flicking the buttons undone in the process. He then hastily peeled the material over my shoulders and down my arms to reveal my bare breasts.

  The cold air bit seductively on my skin, and I shivered, this time in a pleasurable way.

  Sweet Jesus! William was making love to me in his car—in his luxury convertible—and it was heavenly.

  William dipped his head and popped my right nipple into his hot mouth. I groaned in pleasure, arching my back instinctively so that he had easy access to every inch of my body.

  My whole being was tense as William continued to suck and bite my nipple, teasing and taunting it with his teeth, tongue and lips. By the time he was done with that one, I was shaking with adoration.

  He raised his eyes then and looked at me, and before I could register what he was about to do next, he took my lips again as his hand continued to fondle my breast.

  Oh, God, I was in heaven. I was sure of it. And William was there with me.

  I responded to his demanding kiss with my own way of playing with him—my tongue stroking and caressing his, which I had learned from him. Indeed, the more I responded to him, the more demanding he became.

  I arched my back even more and instinctively raised myself up. William must have understood, because he released his hand from my breast and palmed my pussy instead.

  The moment he touched me there, I nearly came, because it was just so sensitive and his hand was so warm, intense, and demanding.

  William moved his lips and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he continued to please me down there. All the while, I was writhing beneath him and groaning loudly into the night.