Chained to You Vol. 2: Trapped and Entwined (Dark Billionaires #2) Page 11

  I just stared, flabbergasted. He. Just. Ripped. My. Panties. My first sexy lingerie. The ones I’d planned to wear tomorrow so I could inspect what I looked like in the mirror.

  I didn’t have time to react to his caveman-like action before he placed his palm against my hot and wet pussy, which made me groan in excitement.

  James unzipped his pants, and I watched in amazement as his erect manhood sprang out eagerly, ready to pound into me.

  My whole body trembled at the sight of that beast, which I had yet to get used to seeing in all its glory…

  James grabbed my wrist and led my hand toward it. Oh God! I knew it was coming, and I held back, resisting his command to hold him, to wrap my hand around him… that erect cock that was going to be inside me any moment now.

  At the thought of that, my core coiled deliciously in anticipation and excitement.

  “Feel it.” James teased gently. “Come on now. See how hard you’ve made me?”

  I licked my lips as James guided my hand to wrap around his cock, which I mindlessly obliged.

  It was hard and hot.

  So hard. So hot.

  My heart raced. My core burned. My body squirmed.

  “James,” I said softly, my voice low and husky. “It’s hot.”

  He chuckled, amused. “Of course it’s hot. Now move your hand up and down like this.”

  He guided me, making my hand move in an up-and-down motion. I was breathless, and my face was blushed pink. I was so nervous, afraid I’d hurt him or something. But he was so hard, like a steel pole, and hot… so hot… and so hard.

  I imagined that particular cock inside my pussy and instantly shuddered in a sort of aroused, electrified sensation. Was me doing this to him like when he was deep inside me, thrusting in and out of me?

  “Like this?” I asked, moving a little faster. Suddenly, I was frightened and couldn’t help showing it on my face. “James, it’s getting hotter.”

  I heard him groan and chuckle at the same time. Worriedly, I looked up and saw him wearing such an obscure and grave look on his handsome face that my breath caught at the back of my throat.

  He caught my hand to stop me from going any further. “That’s enough for now,” he said darkly. “Let’s leave hand jobs for a later date.” He chuckled. “Now, I want you to ride me.”

  I blinked, lost and confused. Ride him?

  He placed both hands about my waist and guided me up. Instantly, I knew what he wanted me to do. I leaned forward, and the moment his cock slid into me, I groaned. “Mmm… Ahh…”

  I clutched to him and buried my face against his neck, trying to catch my breath and calm my shaky body at the same time.

  Oh God! He seemed larger than usual, harder than usual. He was definitely hotter than usual. What brought this about? Had it been the foreplay? But I should have been turned on more than usual because I was the one who had been played with.

  James kissed my forehead as he adjusted himself in me, and then I wondered why he wasn’t doing anything like moving himself, thrusting into me like usual.

  “Now move,” he whispered. “If you don’t move, I’m going to—”

  “How?” I asked naively.

  He grunted and tightened his arms around me. “Move. Up and down.” He guided me. “Like this.”

  He led my body up a little and then let me down again. That simple process nearly drove me over the edge with pleasure. Oh God! I couldn’t believe it. That was… powerful.

  I tried again, doing it by myself this time. Once again, the pleasure was tremendous. The moment I lifted myself up and then came back down again, his cock slid in and out of me. My body reacted in amazement. The sensation coursing through me twisted and burned, screaming and erupting with erotic pleasure.

  “Mmm…” I groaned as I did it again, moving up and down, slowly. Oh God, the exquisite feelings. “Mmm… Ahh…”

  James chuckled as he watched me, his hands about my waist as I moved before him, dancing erotically, moaning and groaning, singing an erotic song to him.

  “James…” I groaned out breathlessly. “Ja-James…”

  It felt so good in this position. Nothing I could describe perfectly, as the thrills and sensations rushed through my whole body like some sort of addictive drugs. I wanted the feelings to go on forever as I moved faster and faster, my body dancing and swaying before James as he watched, his cock deep inside me, making me go insane.

  Suddenly, I came, long and slow, the world spinning around me and lights flashing before my eyes in beautiful, brilliant colors. I felt I had just stepped into paradise, where only James and I existed.

  “Ahh….” I groaned. “Mmm… James…”

  I clutched onto him for dear life, my whole body shaking and squirming, rattling me to my core.

  I felt James come, too, his hand tight around me, his strength crushing me, his breath laborious and body tensed.

  “Fuck!” he muttered between breaths. Then he kissed me on the lips, hard.

  I cried out into his mouth as my body continued to twist and burn with ecstasy, my heart racing and thumping loudly within my chest. “Hmm….”

  Finally, I relaxed and dropped my head against James’s shoulder, my breathing heavy and laborious. My world was still spinning when I felt James’s warm lips kissing my forehead lightly and gently. Then he kissed my cheek and squeezed me tight in his arms, crushing me within his embrace. At that moment, I felt both full and loved, and I had no idea why, but the tears in my eyes wanted to come out so badly.

  “You were great,” James said.

  I gazed at him, a smile on my lips, pleased with his praise.

  Chapter 20

  Mia

  James was nowhere in sight when I opened my eyes the next morning, and I knew he must have gone off to his office to work. Still a little dazed from last night’s passionate sex, I sat up and pulled my knees up against me, resting my chin on the top.

  “James,” I murmured.

  Last night, he had taken me twice. Or rather, he let me take him. Then after that, it had been his turn, me writhing beneath him as he devoured me to his heart’s content there on the sofa. Then of course, he led me to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of Las Vega. The sight of the glittering city had been amazing, a wonderful view to behold indeed. Then when he took me there…

  The thought of that ferocious sex made me quiver deliciously. I had been insane last night, naked and pressed against the window, fully exposed to the glistening city beyond, James behind me, pounding into me. It was something completely new to me, and indeed, it was something that thrilled me to the core at the same time. Why? I didn’t know, and I didn’t bother to question it. James made me feel that way, and to me, that was awesomely exciting and I loved it.

  Another thought of James struck me then, and I sighed. The look he’d given me after our first intercourse last night. Oh, I could sense the tension in his body and the dark look in his eyes, as if something unexpected had struck him. It was as though he had figured something out that he didn’t quite like, and to be honest, it didn’t sit well with me.

  Was he now regretting our unconventional relationship? Was he just now realizing he didn’t like me as much as he had thought after all? Or that sex with me was now tiresome? But then again, what about that wild sex by the window after I’d ridden him, when he was the one in control? It was hardcore and…

  I shook my head and quickly got out of bed. I decided there and then that trying to understand James was useless. It was like trying to squeeze blood out of a rock. James held his emotions too close to the chest.

  Me, on the other hand, I was more like an open book. I was pretty sure James could easily read my sentiments through my expressions. Of course, maybe it was because I was too desperate to get close to him, too, wanting to know more about him, about his feelings. Perhaps that was why I was frustrated?

  I dismissed the thoughts of James from my mind and headed into the bathroom. There, I clea
ned myself up and got dressed in another cute dress James had bought for me. This one was a sunny yellow floral, and it fit me perfectly.

  Once I was ready, I ordered some breakfast. As I waited, I tidied up the room a little. Of course, I knew there was a housekeeper who came to clean and tidy the whole place daily, but I couldn’t help myself. It was something I could do to keep busy while I waited for breakfast to arrive. Of course, I could have just gone downstairs to the restaurant to have the morning buffet, too, but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone with so many people around me, when most were tourists and businessmen.

  Breakfast arrived some fifteen minutes later, and after I had the wonderful sustenance, I headed out. Down in the foyer, I saw Patrick waiting for me. Once he spotted me, he greeted me with a, “Good morning, Miss Donovan,” combined with a big, broad smile plastered on his face.

  I knew off the bat that today he’d be acting as both bodyguard and chauffeur once again. Of course, I had no other place I was interested in visiting except the hospital to see Andy, so he shouldn’t worry too much about me being targeted and kidnapped.

  “Good morning, Patrick.” I returned the greeting. “How are you?”

  “Excellent, Miss Donovan” he said brightly. “Now, where would you like to go today?” He chuckled. “Ah, I’m guessing the hospital.”

  He was right, and I nodded in confirmation. “Yes, that’s right.” I grinned widely. “How did you know?” I teased.

  “I’m psychic today,” he said playfully, leading me toward the door.

  Psychic, huh? I thought in awe. God, I wish I had psychic abilities just so I could read James’s mind. I desperately wanted to find out what his thoughts about me were, how and what he felt about me.

  “And what will you be tomorrow?” I asked, curious.

  He shrugged. “Maybe I can do telekinesis tomorrow.” He chuckled.

  “That sounds awesome, Patrick,” I said, and he laughed.

  We were just about to get into the car when a manly voice said close to me, “I’ll take over from here, Patrick.”

  I twisted around so fast my head spun. Once I was sure I wouldn’t fall flat on my face due to my unexpected surprise and my sudden, not-so-elegant swirl, I stared up at James, who was merely inches behind me, smiling at me.

  “Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted. “I was in a bit of a hurry this morning.” He leaned to me and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. “I forgot to tell you I’d be your chauffeur for today.”

  I was struck speechless by this handsome billionaire’s action. He had just kissed me in public. He’d just surprised me with his sudden appearance, and I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.

  Tears stung my eyes with these wonderful, overwhelming emotions as I tried to hold them in.

  “Good morning,” I managed, my heart racing and thumping furiously within my chest. I felt my cheeks flush red as my body quivered delightfully.

  God, just to see his handsome face and hear his voice was enough to drive me mad and make me smile with glee.

  James walked around the car to the driver’s side and took the keys from Patrick.

  “Sir,” the bodyguard said.

  James nodded and unlocked the door as Patrick headed back into the hotel. He even winked at me before disappearing from my sight.

  Were bodyguards supposed to be that friendly with their boss’s mistress? I didn’t know, but I was glad he was. He made me feel at ease, and more importantly, he didn’t make me feel like a bitch who slept with a billionaire in exchange for a comfortable lifestyle and money, which I refused to think I was. Patrick made me feel like I was simply James’s girlfriend, someone he liked and respected, and that was awesome to me.

  James turned to me and said, “Get in,” jolting me out of my thoughts.

  I nodded and eagerly did as instructed. Once I was in my seat comfortably and had my seat belt in place, James drove out.

  We were both quiet on our way to the hospital. It was a comfortable type of silence, as though each of us were in our own thoughts and we didn’t mind it that way. It was a sort of companionable silence. Of course, I had no idea what James was thinking about or if he was thinking about anything at all. For me, however, my mind was always either on James or my brother.

  When we arrived at the hospital, James had to excuse himself because he had an urgent call coming in. I had no doubt it was something to do with his work.

  “It’s okay,” I said, staring at the phone in his hand, ringing insistently, demanding him to pick up immediately. “Take your time. I’ll go up to see Andy first.”

  He nodded, and I left him to take the call.

  Being a billionaire was hard, wasn’t it? Work at every hour of the day and every day of the week. Of course, there were perks such as shit loads of money coming in, power, and influence. Something like that, however, wasn’t for me. First off, I’d be too soft emotionally when dealing with business. I knew this type of thing suited James perfectly well. He basked in his work, his influence and power. It made him happy, and I, in turn, was pleased for him. But his profession… the things he had to deal with… they were dangerous.

  I dismissed the thoughts of James and his work from my mind and headed over to the lift. After pressing on the eighth floor button, my mind switched to Andy. I wondered how he was getting on. When would they discharge him? And what would happen after that? Would he want me to stay around and look after him for a while? What about accommodation arrangements? Would he continue to stay with Matt in the hotel suite? I wasn’t sure, and God, I needed to find out. Once again, I wondered how long James would be staying here in Las Vegas before returning to Los Angeles, because technically, this affected me as well.

  The elevator door dinged open, and I walked out, heading straight to the reception area. As per usual, the doctor and nurses on shift were busy with their work, and I admired them for that. Then I wondered suddenly what they would think of me as a mistress to a handsome billionaire. I mean, they were healthcare professionals in the modern world after all. Who would have believed things like me being a mistress to a billionaire actually existed in this day and age? Certainly, things like that existed in the olden days, where wealthy men had mistresses, not just one, but many, but now?

  I shook my head, knowing fully well how weird my circumstances were, and headed straight to my brother’s room.

  As I got closer, something struck me as odd, and I paused in my tracks. Where are the guards? The place was wide open for an attack, for God’s sake. What was going on?

  Panic seized me, and my thoughts were quick toward the possibility of danger where my brother’s life was concerned. Had the Mexican or the Albanian found out Andy was here? Had they taken out the bodyguards, killing them and disposing of them, and then taken Andy with them in order to threaten James and Matt for another deal? Or could it be revenge?

  I rushed forward, my heart racing and my mind in a jumbled mess.

  Andy, please be all right. Please just let it be all in my imagination.

  I came to a stop right at the door. Silence. There was absolute and utter silence. The only thing I could hear was the furious thumping of my own heart. I noted then that nothing looked out of the ordinary. But the guards? Where could they be?

  Slowly and quietly, I turned the knob. Then I cracked the door open a little. I took a peek inside, noting the room looked intact. As my eyes roved farther, I saw Matt sitting on the chair beside Andy, who was lying in bed. Matt had his head intimately close to Andy’s face. It was as though they were…

  Kissing?

  I blinked once… twice… thrice…

  Oh my God! Matt was kissing Andy, his lips locked with my brother’s, his tongue in my brother’s mouth and Andy’s in his. I opened my eyes wide as realization struck me like a splash of ice-cold water. Matt was kissing Andy the way James kissed me.

  Finally, when Matt terminated the kiss, Andy gazed up at him, his eyes bright. I wondered if I looked like that when James was k
issing me?

  “Matt…” Andy said softly. “Stop kissing me like that. We’re in the hospital, for God’s sake. What if the nurse came in and saw us?”

  Matt laughed. “So what?” he said. “I don’t give a fuck what they think.”

  I blinked. Suddenly, standing here and peeking in on them, I felt awkward. I shouldn’t be doing this, should I? But then again, it was my brother and…

  Oh God, I should either just walk right in and say, “Hi, Andy. How are you this morning?” or just walk away and wait until James came.

  Of course, I didn’t do any of those things before I heard Matt say, “I love you.”

  I simply just stopped breathing for a moment, and my heart raced.

  “I love you, Andy,” Matt said. There was anxiousness within his voice that I didn’t miss. “God, do you know how painful it was for me to see you the way we found you? You looked like a fucking corpse. I swear I nearly died right there. Fuck, Andy. I love you, and I can’t lose you. I’d go insane if I did.”

  Matt hugged Andy tight in his arms. “Please be mine, Andy. Give me your love. Give me your heart. I swear I’ll protect it. Fuck, I love you. Tell me you love me, too.”

  Andy’s voice shook when he said, “I… I’ve already given it to you, you sick bastard.” He chuckled sadly.

  “Really?” Matt asked. “Then why the hell didn’t you tell me?” He kissed Andy again on the lips, passionately.

  Oddly enough, I felt happiness within my chest, too. Tears welled within my eyes as I smiled, listening to them confess their feelings to one another.

  Matt drew his head back and kissed Andy on the forehead.

  Andy was smiling when he said, “I love you, Matt.”

  My knees felt weak at Andy’s words, and I knew I would collapse soon if I didn’t sit. What was wrong with me? Why was I like this all of a sudden?

  I did collapse right there against the door. I would have crashed the door open and interrupted the lovers inside if James hadn’t caught me in his arms in time.