Dark. Powerful. Dangerous. James Maxwell is one of the billionaire elites who rules Las Vegas City with an iron fist. You’re definitely worth two million, Mia. Think about it. Two million. Five years. Your brother will go free. It’s a contract. Those are the words of the gorgeous billionaire James Maxwell, the man who makes my heart race and my body tremble with longing. I want to refuse his proposal, but how can I? My brother owes him two million, and as dirt poor as we are, there’s no way we can find that much money to repay him. What’s worse, I think I’m falling in love with the man who thinks I’m just his mistress. My name is Mia Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old small-town girl working as a kitchen hand to make ends meet. My world is changing—both for the better and worse. James Maxwell, a gorgeous billionaire with beautiful Prussian-blue eyes, is the man behind this. He makes my heart flutter and my knees shake. When he kisses me, my world melts into a pool of exotic sensation. But his world is dark and dangerous, and being with him is a risk both to my life and my sanity. This is our story.
View MoreMy hands shook as I picked up the crimson lipstick from the marble benchtop. I wasn’t really partial to such a loud color. The bright, rouge shade made me feel uncomfortable. It made me feel like I was laid bare on stage, the center of attention, people leering at me, which I didn’t like. I was more of a natural color type girl. Nude pink was my favorite, followed by a peachy orange. These colors I would describe as both beautiful and innocent. Yet I was neither beautiful nor innocent.
Touching the scarlet color to my lower lip, I gazed at myself as my heart continued to beat too fast for my liking. Within the mirror and staring back at me was a young woman I barely recognized. Slim, oval face with high cheekbones, eyes the color of walnuts with a hint of gold radiating around the rim of the iris, straight but not prominent nose, and lips a little bit on the plump side as the dominating feature, she was plain. Her hair was a rich raven black that sometimes sparkled a hue of blue in the brightness of the sun. She was of medium height and slim build. Overall, she wasn’t model material.
According to me, she wasn’t at all beautiful. She was just another girl amongst the crowd. You wouldn’t even notice her at all in the crowd. She was that invisible. That average. Yet she was noticed by James Maxwell, a business multibillionaire with too much money to throw around and too much power and influence.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.
“Slow down.” The words shakily escaped my colorless lips. “Just calm down. Everything is going to be okay.”
Instead of alleviating the tremor within my chest and along my throat, it was exacerbated. My stomach couldn’t stop flipping either.
“Shit!” the profanity flew out of my mouth before I could inhale another lungful of oxygen.
I dropped the lipstick in frustration and raked my fingers through my curls. After a few more deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly, I managed to calm myself and raised my face to the mirror once again.
Picking up the lipstick, I chanted, “Everything is going to be all right, Mia. He’s going to like you for what you’re going to offer him tonight. It’s his birthday.”
This was my redemption, I supposed, for disobeying him. For rebelliously, cunningly, secretly, but stupidly cutting my very long curls. He liked the length of my previous tresses, which reached all the way down to my waist. He liked to run his fingers through the soft strands. He liked it brushing and caressing his naked skin as he made me ride him, his fully erect shaft deep inside me.
I knew how much he adored my hair, yet I had underhandedly cut it simply to spite him. I wanted to show him he couldn’t really control all of me. I think a part of me had secretly wanted to rile him up, to displease him just to see how far he’d go. Well, I’d learned that the hard way, hadn’t I?
I finally managed to calm my nerves and carefully applied the lipstick. After patting my lips with a Kleenex and then reapplying for a matte finish, I stepped back and noticed how red my lips were compared to my pale face. I very nearly looked like a geisha with my dark hair and milky white skin. Except of course without the kimono.
I blinked, thinking of rubbing some of the color off. With the sound of the clock ticking indicating another minute had just past, however, I changed my mind. Instead, I turned my attention to my attire.
Tonight I wore the pink lacey panties and James’s favorite pale-blue work shirt. It was his favorite simply because I’d worn it by accident after he’d finished having his way with me for the third time that night three weeks ago. I’d wanted to leave immediately and be in my own room. Not that I didn’t like him ravishing me and having his hardened rod inside me; it was just that I was exhausted and wanted to be by myself after the long foreplay and hard, deep thrusting. I unthinkingly grabbed his shirt and donned it for decency’s sake. After all, I hadn’t wanted to walk naked across the hall of the mansion. My thin dress and underwear had all been lovingly ripped to pieces. I hadn’t wanted Ms. Lane, the housekeeper, to see me without a stitch of clothing.
“Is my shirt your robe now?” he’d asked, his dark brows rising mockingly.
I held my head high and said haughtily, “It is.”
I didn’t even get to exit before he roughly grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back onto the bed. A fourth round of rough sex ensued, me with nothing on but his pale-blue shirt as he thrust into me.
The thought of that night brought a delicious shiver down my spine, and my core heated and tightened knowingly. Jesus! I was turned on by just the memory. As if it were calling to me, I glanced at the lacey panties and felt a delicious twist of sensation coursing there.
That particular type of panty was one of the many he’d bought for me to wear on our nights of amour. Lacey, see-through, and way too sexy compared to my normal briefs I’d usually wear for comfort.
Apart from the shirt and panties, there was nothing on me. That was how he liked me. Actually, no, he preferred me without a stitch on and writhing beneath him as he devoured me. The panties and his work shirt came next.
I left the shirt unbuttoned halfway, showing a good portion of my chest and cleavage. After raking my fingers through my bob a second time, I hurried out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where James sat near the head of the bed, patiently awaiting my return.
Oh, he knew I’d return. He knew I couldn’t just leave him even if I tried. He knew I couldn’t leave him even if I wanted to. I was chained to him—for another five years at the least, until such time when the debt was all paid, to his satisfaction of course.
Oddly enough, the sight of him now still caused a shiver of trepidation along my spine. Perhaps it was because of that first time he’d taken me that hadn’t gone the way I’d imagined or hoped it would. What had I expected? A romantic wooing? Slow first kiss? Gentle caressing? James wasn’t my boyfriend. Perhaps it was because our relationship was so unlike any others I’d known. To put it bluntly, I was simply his paramour. I was nothing to him. Nothing.
He cocked his head to one side as he watched me, an amused smile playing on his lips. In his arms was Sammy, his samoyed breed. He was stroking the dog now, slow and gentle but firm. Just the way he caressed me. Slow and gentle—firm.
My stomach flipped as he watched me. There was something in his eyes that always affected me in the oddest way. Now, like always, I felt lightheaded and just that little bit breathless.
I came toward him and stopped a few feet away. It looked like he was in no hurry to ravish me tonight. He was still stroking Sammy and paid no heed to my attempt at seduction. Well, I knew nothing of seduction, of course, and standing here like a statue definitely didn’t count.
It eventually became awkward, and I hesitated. I was about to turn back when he said, “Unbutton the shirt.” His eyes were still on the canine as though he were talking to it. “You know how much I like it with the buttons undone.”
In that short instant, my temper rose. I was never good with people telling me what to do, particularly this billionaire. I had to admit also that my temper had never been this short before I’d met him either. Many told me I’d always been an even-tempered girl, even during the storm of my adolescence years.
I managed to calm down, reminding myself that patronizing him would be no use, as it would only amuse him further. He basked in the knowledge that his words managed to rile me up and my face flamed red with what he called a particular radiance, which he’d explained to me happened when “I fuck you long and slow.”
Refusing to think of those particular words, I looked down at myself and then slowly undid the remaining four buttons. Once done, I glanced up and saw James watching me. He was always watching me as if he were fascinated by me.
He bent down and released the dog. Sammy took the opportunity and ran to me, wagging his tail and sticking his tongue out at me with adoration. I bent down to stroke the furry animal—no doubt that particular billionaire opposite me was enjoying a good view of my breasts as I did so. After I patted him a couple more times, Sammy was finally satisfied and rushed with his short legs to the opposite side of the room. He made himself comfortable in his bed by the fireplace as I returned my undivided attention to my patron.
“Come here,” the aforementioned patron commanded softly.
My legs stiffened for a brief second and then slowly moved in accordance to the demand. I came to stand before him, between his knees. His gaze lazily drifted from my face to my chest and then lower to my breasts. It was as if he were caressing me with his eyes, slowly and intensely. I felt my nipples engorged into tightened buds, so sensitive even my breaths became short.
He gently fingered the material of the shirt. I felt like he was stroking my skin, and my core twisted and tensed with anticipation. I held my breath as he lightly brushed his hand along the line of the frills of my panties. His fingers trailed lower to the underside. There, he applied just that little bit more pressure, allowing himself to feel the lips of my pussy.
I gasped. My whole body trembled in response to his light touches. He raised his head to look at me, his Prussian blue eyes twinkling and a smile spread across his handsome face.
“You’re already wet,” he said with amusement.
I blushed and quickly shoved away his hand. Even if my body screamed how much it wanted him, I personally refused to admit the obvious.
He laughed and said, “Is that how you treat the birthday boy, Mia?”
I blinked and replied, “No.”
“Then how do you treat a birthday boy?”
He was looking at me now with that amusement in his eyes again, which both irritated and enthralled me at the same time.
“Be nice to him?” I pretended ignorance.
“Yes.” He grinned. “And give him cake… with cream. A lot of cream.”
The way he spoke those words made me swallow hard. I felt my core twisting and burning with need. I involuntarily rested my hands on his powerful shoulders for support because I knew I’d fall if I didn’t.
James wrapped one arm around the small of my waist and pulled me close. He touched his lips against my right nipple, lightly and gently, just a brush against my skin. That little action caused me to melt into him. My knees buckled and I leaned farther against him.
When he opened his lips and popped my nipple into his warm mouth, I was almost done for. I clutched to him as he sucked and then grazed and nibbled the sensitive bud. As he did so, I closed my eyes and could only feel the glorious sensation bursting within me. He did the same to the left one, and by the time he was done, I was shaking and my breasts and nipples were hard and glistening wet as pink pebbles beneath running water.
It was then he pulled me onto the bed and made me lie below him. I followed him without resistance, and then he was kissing my lips. When he urged me to open my mouth for him, I obliged. He plunged in his tongue, exploring me, making me breathless and out of sorts. I was quivering by the time he finished ravishing my mouth. He didn’t let me go there either. He continued his little kisses down my throat and lower and lower south. As he licked and kissed and tasted me with his warm lips and hot tongue, I closed my eyes and once again remember that first time I met him three weeks ago.
MiaThe day had been long and exhausting for me, especially after James, Aria, and I had started that lunch with Liam, Scott, Eric, Alice, and Yuki. Then, of course, once we were done with that, Liam had suggested we stay for dinner as well since Alice, Yuki, Aria, and I seemed to get along so well. He had said that the sisters needed company near their ages, someone they felt comfortable with, since America was so new and different to them. Of course, I had fun spending time with the sisters, but I must say both Scott and Eric—well, mostly Eric—had behaved poorly, a side of them I had not seen before.Boy, was I glad we were finally home. After helping Aria bathe and dress, I lay beside her—along with Sammy and Alfie, who were being very nice and obedient, snuggling comfortably near Aria—reading them a bedtime story. When I finished the book, I tucked Aria in.I was about to kiss her good night when Aria asked, “Mia? Do you love Daddy?”That took me by surprise, and I blushed intense
MiaWilliam arrived to pick up Savannah at eleven that morning for their return flight to Vegas.After Savannah and I had hugged tightly, Savannah said, “You have to come to Vegas again soon.”Beside me, Aria was excited. “We can ask Daddy. He did promise to take me there soon.” She turned to her father standing not too far away. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”James nodded. “Yes, sweetheart.”Once William and Savannah departed, James, Aria, and I went to have lunch with Liam, Scott, and Eric at the main house. Of course, I had no idea this was happening until this morning after breakfast when James happened to just casually mention it. And to be honest, I wasn’t exactly prepared for it. Wasn’t it like my boyfriend taking me to meet his parents for the first time? Which freaked most girls out because they had to give a good first impression. But then again, what was there for me to prepare for? I had already met Liam last night, after all.Aria seemed excited to see her grandfather again,
JamesThe moment their father appeared at the door, James knew for a fact that Eric wasn’t happy. He knew also that, soon, the youngest brother would bring up the subject of their father’s future young bride and demand details. Of course, James had no idea why Eric was so riled up about something this trivial. After all, their father was very popular with the opposite sex, regardless of age, and for him to tie the knot again, with a twenty-five-year-old woman at that, wasn’t all that surprising.Currently, they were drinking, nibbling, and chatting about various topics—social and business. They even talked about Herbert Weston and the Mexican mafia, which didn’t much interest James. To him, what was done was done. Of course, what really interested James was Mia.Fuck! He wanted to kiss her and make passionate love to her, but alas, he obviously couldn’t do that until everyone left.It was around midnight when Eric finally brought up the much-anticipated subject. Of course, James was q
MiaI dismissed the thought of my brother and Matt from my mind and headed into the bathroom to shower. When I was done, dressed in a lovely loose, long-sleeved blouse and trousers, my makeup lightly done, since my bruised skin was still too sensitive, I headed out the door.I found Savannah sitting on my bed, waiting for me.“Hey,” I said. “Sorry, I think I might have overslept a little.”Savannah chuckled. “No worries. I did that this morning as well. I was so tired.”I nodded. Of course, her having found out about my kidnapping had really scared her, and the whole situation must have exhausted her. Now that I was safe and sound, everything had just kind of caught up to her. I didn’t miss the dark circles under her eyes, either.I was so moved by the fact that she had been so good to me, especially since we had only been friends for a short time, that I gave her a tight hug again. “Thank you for coming all the way here and helping out.”“It’s fine, Mia,” Savannah said. “You’re my fr
MiaThe next day, I was finally discharged from the hospital, and James, with Andy tagging along, came to pick me up that afternoon. Of course, both men watched over me like mother hens as I slipped out of bed and began to get myself ready.I was just reaching out for the luggage to start packing when Andy said, “I’ll do that for you. You go and get changed.”I nodded and headed into the bathroom, a dress in my hand.While Andy packed my stuff into the bag Savannah had brought for me, James was in the bathroom, aiding me with getting dressed since my movement was slow. Of course, I didn’t mind the fact that I was half naked in front of him, in just undies and bra and my bare skin marked with dark bruises everywhere. After all, he had seen me naked last night when he was making love to me, albeit under the dimness of the wall light.“Raise your arms,” he instructed as if I were his daughter. I thought he was being very parental toward me.I smiled as I obeyed him, raising my arms high
MiaI was finally judged to be well enough to allow a proper shower by myself instead of the occasional sponge bath by the nurse, which, to be honest, was rather embarrassing to say the least. And of course, now that I didn’t have an IV line connected to me, it was even better.After retrieving a towel and the bathroom essentials that Savannah had considerately brought for me yesterday evening, I headed into the bathroom. I took my time brushing my teeth and cleaning myself thoroughly, and, of course, enjoying the warm water on my skin. By the time I was done, I smiled with glee at the fact that I now smelled like the Garden of Eden.After donning the undesirable hospital gown once again and putting on some night cream over my still lightly bruised face, I headed back out, humming to myself.“You sound like you’re having a fine time showering,” the night shift nurse, Laura, said, chuckling.“Hello there. Yes, it’s the first time in five days I’ve showered, so…”Laura nodded. “I can un
MiaWhen I woke again, I felt a lot better. The headache was gone, as was the exhaustion.After cleaning myself up for the second time that day, I returned to my bed with renewed determination. I will no longer allow the thought of Herbert Weston to affect me. I will not cry remembering the trauma he inflicted on me nor the distress he caused me—physically, mentally, and emotionally. I will be free from that bastard!With that, I settled myself to read some magazines Brenda had left for me, and it wasn’t long before lunch arrived. It was also around then that Andy appeared at the door again. With my mouth still full of food, I stared at him wide-eyed as he walked toward me.“Hey,” he said. “Feeling better?”I quickly swallowed my food and reached my arms out for him, begging for a great big hug again.Andy came over and took me into his arms as I wrapped mine around his torso.I chuckled as I raised my eyes to look at him. “I hope you’re not driving Matt crazy because you’re so worrie
MiaWhen I woke, my hands were resting on the empty space on the side of my bed, and I wondered why it felt so warm, as if someone had been there only moments before. I shifted my body and then inhaled deeply. The scent that was unique to James caressed my nostrils, and I smiled.He had been here, hadn’t he? Sleeping next to me. My heart soared at the thought, though at the same time, I was a little disappointed that he didn’t wake me when he had arrived. We could have had a little chat and kiss.“Good morning.” A nurse I didn’t recognize greeted me as she came into the room. “How are you feeling this morning, love?”I gave her a bright smile, my lips and mouth a little sore in the process. Obviously, my wounds had not yet healed properly. “I’m good. A little pain, but it’s fine.”“That’s good,” she said, grinning brightly. Then she came over to stand at the end of the bed and picked up my medical record. She quickly scanned over the documents, and a moment later, looking rather satis
JamesWhen James came in through the door after a long day at the office and headed toward Mia’s bed in the hospital that night, he found her deep in slumber. Standing by her side, he gazed at her long and hard, noting the bruises on her beautiful face. Fuck! He wanted those unsightly marks gone as soon as possible. The sight of them reminded him of Herbert Weston and what the bastard had done to Mia, and once again, he felt rage erupting in his being.For perhaps the hundredth time, he swore nothing like that would ever happen to Mia again. He’d protect her. He’d cherish her.For now, she looked peaceful in her sleep, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. Soon, it would start, the nightmare, as it had the past three nights. She’d start crying and screaming and begging in her sleep as that terrifying episode of her kidnapping returned to haunt her. She’d scream for Herbert Weston to let her go. She’d beg for him to stop hurting her, and fuck, but the sheer fear and panic in her voice bro
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