Chained to You Vol. 2: Trapped and Entwined (Dark Billionaires #2) Page 4

  Just as quickly, another possible image of her conjured up in his mind. It was of Mia in Andy’s position, being kidnapped and cruelly tormented.

  A twist of agonizing pain erupted within his chest.

  Fuck! That type of shit had better not happen to Mia. But James knew otherwise. She was with him now. The more he doted on her, showing the world just how much he liked her, the more likely she’d be in danger. She’d be a target; he knew that. But hell! He was fond of Mia, and doting on her was his way of showing his affection. Fact was, he liked seeing her delightful face every time she was pleased with him.

  His cell phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He picked up on the second ring. Scott was on the other side of the line.

  “Hey, bro, how’s life in Vegas going?” Scott asked. “Heard you had a bit of fun, eh? And without me? I’m heartbroken.” This was followed by a cheerful chuckle.

  James suspected Scott had already found out about the goings-on here in Vegas.

  “It doesn’t sound like you’re that heartbroken. Why do you sound so far away? Wait! You’re in Japan, aren’t you?”

  Scott didn’t hesitate to deny this. “Yes. I’m in Japan.”

  “Sounds like you’re having a good time?”

  Scott didn’t deny that fact either. “Hey, a boy gotta have some fun even if he has to babysit his hotheaded younger brother on a mission to ruin his father’s wedding.”

  James laughed. “How’s the mission going?”

  “Eric’s prowling the streets like a maniac looking for the woman’s house. Dad wouldn’t tell him where… or me for that matter.”

  “It’s not like it’s hard for you,” James retorted. “Digging dirt is your specialty.”

  “Damn right, but then again I can’t be bother. It’s fun watching Eric fail, if you know what I mean.”

  James chuckled. The youngest brother needed to learn how to use his head and his logic more before charging ahead without thoughts or plans. Like what he was doing now. Flying all the way to Japan in a mission to terminate their father’s wedding by what? Finding the soon-to-be-bride and threatening her into submission, ordering her to back-out of the wedding? Like that was fucking going to happen.

  “Besides…” Scott continued. “If I know, Eric would know I know, and he’d go to any lengths to get it out of me… God! I don’t think I can bear the very thought of him torturing me. He wouldn’t know how to do it right, and I’d laugh my head off until I’d voluntarily surrender the information just to make him stop.”

  James knew it was hard for the Maxwell brothers to hide anything from one another, despite the fact they all had different mothers. They seemed to have this sixth sense. It was weird. Of course, there was the fact that each brother had his own men working for him as his eyes and ears to keep him in the loop, too; to keep him in the know, so to speak.

  “You know me.” Scott continued. “I have a soft spot for that hothead brother of ours.”

  A soft spot indeed. James was the same toward both Scott and Eric. He’d risk his own life to save either of them. It was in their blood, this loyalty and sibling affection. They didn’t outwardly show it, but it was there. A bond of sorts that united them since birth.

  “So,” Scott asked, changing the subject, “how many did the Mexican lose this time?”

  James shrugged indifferently as he gently caressed the lacy material of the lingerie, a smile playing about his lips. He imagined it was Mia in it now, her pale skin showing clearly through the sheer material. It was a beautiful picture, and he couldn’t wait until tonight when he’d really fuck her like he had promised her.

  “Didn’t count. It was still too dark and we needed to find Andy.”

  On the other side of the line, it was Scott’s turn to shrug indifferently. “What a pain, eh? That boy. I knew it was going to be troublesome the moment Matt takes an interest in him.”

  James understood the meaning behind his brother’s words. This was, no doubt, due to past experience. Scott considered investing himself in another person a waste of time and resources, bringing about both heartache and headache.

  James chuckled. “I don’t think he can help it.”

  He knew it was the same for him with Mia. A man couldn’t help himself when he finds someone he’s interested in. Someone who caused him sparks.

  “James?” Scott’s voice came low this time. Cautious almost.

  “What?”

  “Just curious and all. Is it the same for you with Mia?”

  It was weird Scott was so perceptive even though he hadn’t yet met Mia.

  James sighed. “Yeah.”

  Lowly, Scott chuckled. “Like on first sight?”

  James sighed again. “Fuck! Yes! Now stop pestering me about Mia. If you really want to see her, why don’t you just come over and see her?”

  Scott laughed. “Sure. I’ll take that as an invitation.”

  “You’re just seeing her. No touching. No flirting. And don’t even think about luring her into your bed.”

  Scott laughed. “You wound me, brother. Like I want to get myself beaten up by you.”

  “Well, good luck with getting Eric back,” James said.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll let him suffer for a bit longer here. He’ll realize it’s futile soon enough.” Scott said.

  The brothers hung up after that. James returned his attention to the lingerie at hand. He laid the garment out on the bed and then wrote a note on a piece of frangipani scented paper he had ordered with the erotic garment.

  ‘Wear this tonight. James,’ he wrote. Once he was done, he headed out the door for his office. He was whistling a happy tune.

  Chapter 8

  Tokyo, Japan

  Scott

  Scott placed the phone on the bedside table and raised his head back as he stared up at the ceiling. He sighed, disappointed he wasn’t involved in the operation with James and Matt back at Las Vegas. He’d love to take down one or two, or maybe ten or twenty, of the Mexican. How he wished he was there. Yet again…

  He flicked his eyes to the young woman in bed beside him. Shit! But she was a pretty little thing. Short dark hair, slanted brown eyes, pale skin, and exquisite body. Her features told him she was mix-blooded of Caucasian and Asian. She had been a virgin when he took her only some half an hour ago, and he was her first.

  Scott had never taken a virgin to bed before and most likely will never again. The thought of taking an inexperience girl to have sex with just wasn’t his thing. He liked experienced girls who could go all out—the hard-out, vigorous fucking that lasted all night. But this one was different. She presented herself to him in the dark street, asking him if he wanted to buy her body for the night.

  One look at that face, who the fuck could resist? Even when he had thought at first she was a young male, dressed in boy jeans and a jumper and hoody. Scott loved to experiment, after all, and had never minded if his bed partner was a male or female.

  It was only when he had glimpsed the exquisite female body once they were in his hotel room did he realized she was a young woman, fully grown and ripe for the picking.

  Yes. Scott could never resist such a pretty face and such an enticing offer. And yes, he’d fuck her again and again tonight until he was sated. Yet, he knew in his guts his desire could never be satiated where this beauty was concerned.

  Damn! He was so going to miss her when he leaves for America. Just as that thought came, he felt a twist of something empty and painful in the core of his heart. He immediately slammed the emotions shut, however, because he didn’t want to analyses it. It was too painful to try to understand such bothersome feelings.

  He didn’t want to be like Matt and James for finding someone who so fascinated him that he’d lose his perspective on everything else. He knew Matt had already lost his perspective on things because of Andy. And James? Scott knew his brother was heading that way, too, because of Mia. They had only just met, for fuck’s sake.

  No. Scott wasn’t going to be
like either James or Matt. He was never going to lose his heart and his head for another person. Not now and will never again. Because fucking hell, it hurt like a bitch. It had almost drove him insane some five years ago and in the process James had nearly lose his life for saving his hinds, this dickhead of a brother, too.

  Now? Well, there was no doubt Scott loved women. But these women, they were merely an amusement for him, a toy of sort for this dark billionaire playboy. He enjoyed being with them. He relished the hot, wild sex with them. But that was all. Just the physical contact—his hard cock inside her tight, moist pussy, his craving tongue inside her hot mouth, and his lips against hers while he vigorously fucked her. There was no emotional connection involved whatsoever. Scott liked it that way, and he would keep it that way until his last breath on this earth.

  He returned his attention to the young woman beside him, noting her silky dark hair and exquisite face. She had long lashes that fanned over her eyes seductively. Her breathing was even, informing him she was deep in her slumber.

  Gently, he brushed the long bangs out of her face and then caressed her cheek. He wondered who she was and why she’d offered her body for him to hire for the night.

  Why him? Why not any other man on the streets?

  He knew from experience she wasn’t a prostitute. But if she’d just started the profession and he was her first client, that would be a different story.

  Instantly, a jab of something akin to pity stung his heart. She looked young and innocent. If he had to guess her age, he’d say she was around nineteen. Twenty, tops.

  What drove her to take up this vocation? He could just imagine she’d have to be in a very dire situation to even think about selling her body.

  Instantly, Scott snorted. What else could there be apart from something to do with money? Wasn’t it the easiest and fastest way to obtain that most sought commodity? Yet again, he admired her for having the courage to even step into such a dark and disturbing industry. Why? Because everyone needed money to survive in this bullshit world and not everyone was born on a silver platter like he and his brothers were.

  But never mind about that. It was her business and none of his. He knew not to meddle in other people’s life where he wasn’t needed. It was a waste of his time, energy, and resources. Now he’d just enjoy the moment with her until the sun rose in this wonderful metropolitan of Tokyo.

  Scott pulled the duvet away from her body, revealing her slim, willowy frame that would drive any man into a sexual frenzy. He kissed her lips gently as his hand moved down to her breast and cupped the soft flesh. She fit perfectly there, and Scott liked things that fit him perfectly. Speaking of which… he moved his hand down to her pussy and started stroking.

  The girl woke with a start, her light-brown eyes large as she stared up at him in both confusion and fear.

  Fuck! That was what he hated. The fear he witnessed in inexperience girls’ eyes. Normally, when he did this sort of intimate things to willing, experience girls, she’d smile gleefully and they’d go for another round of hard core sex. He’d be banging her until the bed rock with them. But with inexperienced virgin like this one, it screwed up his expectation and his enjoyment.

  But shit! He simply didn’t care at the moment. He wanted her and he’d have her. It didn’t matter to him that she was a bit scared of him and that she was so fucking clueless about sex and how to please him. He had paid for her body for the night, and he’d make full advantage of that. He’d fuck her until he had appeased his sexual craving.

  “Scott-san?” she asked tentatively as she gazed off to a point just behind him.

  Fuck. Her voice was a complete turn-on. Soft, husky, and sweet, with a hint of a Japanese accent.

  “What’s the problem?” he asked, noting she was completely avoiding making eye contact with him.

  “You…” She licked her lip. “You already did sex to me.”

  Scott smiled slyly. Damn, aye? Who knew English as a second language could be so fucking sexy? The sentence structure was all wrong but still adoringly sensual.

  “I did do sex to you, didn’t I?” He intended his words to be sort of teasing, but again, she was so clueless she was fucking cute.

  She nodded furiously. “You did do sex to me… and now I must go. It is already late. It is not good to stay out late.”

  Scott corrected her. “Early in the morning, sweetheart. It’s two a.m.”

  She nodded again furiously. “Yes. Yes. Very early and very late… I must go.”

  Oh no. Scott wouldn’t just have her gone like that. No fucking way. “I’ve bought you for the night, remember?”

  She stared up at him blankly.

  There, he thought, lost in translation. It was a turn-on. How could a girl be this adorable? Seriously?

  “The night, sweetheart. The whole night,” he said clearly.

  “But,” she protested, “you already did sex to me.”

  Scott chuckled. “The whole night,” he said again. “That means I can do more sex to you, as many times as I like, for the whole night.”

  Scott noted her body shaking at his proclamation. Then there was something else that sparked an interest in him. A sort of dilemma played about her features, as if she were weighing the pros and cons, as if she were trying to figure out something.

  Suddenly, the innocent look appeared again as she asked, “Is… is that how it works?”

  He nodded. “Now open your lovely mouth for me.”

  “I… I didn’t know,” she said, a hint of frustration in her voice. “That that’s how it worked. You already did sex to me.”

  Scott had enough. The more she spoke, the more turned on he was. That accent was going to make his cock burst any moment now.

  Without further ado, he slammed his mouth against hers and kissed her passionately as he inserted himself into her.

  The girl gasped at the instant contact, and when he began to ride her, thrusting into her furiously, she clutched onto him for dear life.

  Chapter 9

  Mia

  When I returned to the hotel room after spending the whole day with my brother, James was nowhere in sight. The fact I hadn’t seen him or Matt ever since James had taken me to see Andy at the hospital didn’t put a doubt in my mind they were still busy cleaning up the mess they had made with the Mexican.

  Inside the hotel room, I headed straight to the bedroom. I was exhausted, my body weak, threatening to collapse any moment now. The lack of sleep from the previous night and the worry I had the majority of early this morning for my brother must have caught up on me. Now, I only wanted to shower and then crawl straight into bed.

  Sleep was what I needed most. Tomorrow I’d spend the whole day with Andy again, nursing him and doting on him before I have to leave Las Vegas for Mystic Spring, back to deal with my boss and my job as a kitchen hand at the restaurant.

  In regard to that area, however, I have yet to bring the subject up with James as to how our relationship was going to work out. Honest to God, I knew I was procrastinating, knowing it wasn’t going to be pleasant. James wasn’t going to like it that I return to Mystic Spring. But I needed money to survive, and my job provided me that security. What else could I do?

  Nope. I decided there and then that I had to talk to James about that particular subject tomorrow when he was free. I needed to sort this out before I got too freaked out to bring it up and maybe by then it’d be too late.

  So tomorrow it was then.

  With that in mind, I went in search of my pajama James had gotten me from Fleur. It was then I noted the lingerie laying on the bed with a note. My heart skipped a beat as I instantly knew who had put the items there. James! It had to be James.

  I picked up the piece of paper and read, “Wear this tonight. James.”

  I bit my lip, my heart racing and my tummy fluttering. I grabbed the thin, translucent garment and examined it closely in my hands. The material was sheer and soft, made of silk and lace. I noted it was a two piece. It wa
s designed like a very sexy bikini, only this was a lingerie, with very little material to cover a woman’s skin. Just the bits that barely covers the breasts and panties area. Everywhere else was completely and utterly bare.

  Oh God! James expected me to wear this tonight? My stomach knotted in dread. I was sure I’d look horrible in it. I was sure I was. Besides, I was way too shy to wear this type of outfit. No! I wasn’t going to obey him and wear this piece of useless garment.

  Heading over to the walk-in-closet across the bedroom, I carelessly placed the lingerie on my section amongst my other clothes James had recently bought me. Dismissing the lingerie there, I headed back out and then into the bathroom.

  I made quick work preparing the shower because I wanted to get it over and done with and then go straight to bed. The thought of simply collapsing on that soft mattress was heaven.

  Once the water was running warm, I stripped myself naked and hopped in. As I stayed there under the pounding water, I smiled. The feeling of liberation that my brother was now here safe and sound made me deliriously happy, and I started humming to myself as I was shampooing my hair. I was so deep within my own joyful world that when a manly voice said, “That’s quite a picture,” I jumped on my spot.

  I flicked my eyes to the basin area to see James standing there, leaning his masculine body gracefully against the frame. He was watching me, his Prussian-blue eyes dark. Not to mention his smile were sly that it made my stomach flutter deliciously.

  “James!” I uttered in disbelief and embarrassment. “What are you doing here?” I knew I was blushing red, what with the way he was scrutinizing every inch of me from head to toe so. It was as though his intense eyes were devouring me whole.

  I hastily turned sideways so he wouldn’t see me totally wet and naked under the running shower, with shampoo in my hair. That didn’t seem to put him off in any way. Even more so, he seemed to enjoy the view of my back to him, my long hair wet and hanging.

  He ignored my question and asked instead, “How’s Andy doing?”