It was then the door burst open and a wild Andy stood there, staring at James.
Matt turned his eyes from the lovely view to Andy, a dark frown on his handsome face. "What is it?"
Andy took a deep breath and then said, "Mr. Maxwell, I'd like to talk to you about my sister."
James sat there, expressionless, as he watched the boy stalk toward him.
Even though Andy was twenty, James couldn't help but think he was but a mere boy. The slim build. The gorgeous face. The innocent demeanor. The whole lot. He was the type every schoolgirl fell head over heels in love with, the type rich cougars kept under their thumbs. Heck, when he and Matt had been sixteen, they'd had much more life experience on the streets and the world than Andy.
"Mia." He got up from his seat and folded his arms across his chest. "What about her?"
"She just told me she signed a contract with you." Andy began.
"Yes?"
"I'd like you to cancel that contract," Andy said, staring at the other man, his face stern.
James cocked his head to one side. "Oh? And why would I do that?"
Andy held his head high and said, "I'll take her place. Sign a contract with me. You can fuck me all you want and hurt me all you want. But I won't let you hurt Mia."
James just stared at Andy, his face unyielding and dark. Matt was flabbergasted and pissed.
"What the fuck are you on about, Andy?" he roared across the room. He was fuming as he stalked to the younger man, his face dark, ready for the kill. He grabbed Andy by the chin and brought his face close.
Andy could feel his hot, angry breath and knew the man was more than livid. But he wasn't going to let Matt stop him from protecting his sister.
"It's none of your business, Matt," he said coldly.
Matt sneered. "Like hell it's not!" he said through gritted teeth. "What the fuck do you mean you'd let James fuck you all he wants?"
Andy glared at Matt and shoved him away. "I said it's none of your business." He turned to James. "Mr. Maxwell, sign a contract with me. I'll be your bitch. Just please let my sister go. She doesn't deserve this. Don't you understand? She's been through enough."
"What are you talking about?" James asked, his eyes dark. "I'm not interested in a new contract."
James turned toward the door, ready to leave. Andy, however, wouldn't let him go just like that. He rushed around and intercepted the man before he reached the exit.
"Please, Mr. Maxwell. Sign a contract with me."
James raised a brow mockingly. "I did, remember? And look where that got us."
Andy's face flamed red, but he wouldn't give in. "Please, let my sister go. She's been through enough."
James sighed in agitation. "Look, Andy, I understand you want to help your sister. But it's too late. It was her decision."
Andy shook his head. "No, you don't understand, Mr. Maxwell. You just don't. Mia doesn't deserve this. She--" He stopped short, frustrated.
Matt watched with interest while James frowned in suspicion.
"What?" James finally asked. "She doesn't deserve this? Are you claiming I'm mistreating your sister?"
Andy snapped, "Yes. That's exactly what you're doing, aren't you? I saw the bruises."
James raised a brow. "It's just sex play. You of all people should know that."
Andy looked sick. "I know it's sex play," he said quietly. "I've experience it enough to know. But Mia... She can't handle it. She's been through enough. I can't stand seeing her like that."
"Why?"
Andy sighed. "It was our Uncle Herbert."
James frowned, waiting patiently for Andy to explain.
"He never got to the end, though, but it scared the hell out of Mia. I mean the whipping and everything."
James felt sick. Shit! Mia had been whipped by her uncle? What a fucking sick bastard.
He couldn't keep his anger from showing in his voice when he said coldly, "What else?"
"She was molested, okay? By Uncle Herbert," Andy said. "But in the end, I always took her place. He'd start with her and then end with me. He'd sexually molest Mia and then he'd fuck me."
"Fuck!" James swore. "And she never told me this?"
Andy was a little shocked by James's strong reaction. "Why would she tell you? It's not like she's proud of it."
James felt like Andy had just punched him in the stomach, hard. Shit! The boy was right. Mia had been molested by her own relative, the person she depended on and looked up to. It was sick. He suddenly felt very protective of her and wanted to kill this fuckhead Uncle Herbert. Maybe I just will.
"So will you let her go and take me in her place? I promise I'll be good."
James was deep in thought for a moment, while Matt was outraged.
"Be good?" Matt snapped. "What the fuck does that mean, Andy?"
"Matt, it's just a business contract, all right? You have nothing to do with this."
"What? Using your body in exchange for your sister's freedom," Matt asked sarcastically. "What a fucking hero." Without further ado, he roughly grabbed Andy by the arm and shoved him on to the sofa.
Andy landed on the softness with a puff, surprised.
James stared down at Andy and said, "Sorry to disappoint you, Andy. Like I said, I'm not interested in a new contract. And I'm not interested in boys either." Then to Matt, he said, "Deal with him, will you?"
Matt grinned, his eyes dark. "Doing it," he said as he took off his suit jacket.
James walked out the door and shut it behind him as Matt undid his tie.
"Shit!" Andy swore, his voice trembling as he scrambled back on the couch.
Matt caught him before Andy could get away. Then he came down on the younger man and slammed his lips against Andy's, his kiss hard and wild.
"Ngh..." Andy tried to fight off Matt, but he was stronger and crushed the younger man against the sofa, pinning him there. By the time Matt did let Andy go, the boy was breathless.
Matt grinned and his steel-gray eyes were bright. He said, his hot breath fanning over Andy's skin, "Why don't you be a good boy for me, Andy, and let me fuck you whenever I want?"
Andy glared and said sarcastically, "Go fuck yourself."
Matt's eyes darkened. He slipped his hand into Andy's jeans, a dark grin spreading across his face.
"Shit!" Andy swore under his breath as Matt tightly gripped him. "Ahh... Don't... "
Matt chuckled, pleased. "You're already hard. What a little man slut you are, Andy. Your body's so horny you can't even hold out for one morning without me."
Andy gritted his teeth as he groaned, his whole body squirming under Matt's touch. Fuck this body, he thought in anger. He hated his body. The body that men liked to take advantage of.
"There it is. That's a good look on your face," Matt said. "Such a beautiful face."
Yes, and he hated his face, too. The gorgeous face everyone seemed to fall for.
Matt pressed his lips against Andy's
and continued to kiss the boy hard out, wild tongue, sucking and licking and fighting within the mouth until he drove the younger man insane.
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CHAPTER 34
James
James knew the moment Andy said Mia told him about their contract he didn't need to go back to their room. He'd known before he even wrote that note for her this morning she'd rather be with her brother than follow his advice regarding rest and relaxation. Heck, he just wanted her to loosen up and spend some time for herself, considering how hard he'd exhausted her during their lovemaking sessions. Not to mentioned her worries over her brother.
Talking about sex, ever since this morning, he hadn't stopped thinking about last night. Fuck! The way she'd licked, kissed, and sucked his nipples? She was so fucking seductive he'd simply wanted to let go of his self-control, throw her on her back, and pounded into her. But he held himself in check. The control, however, had almost killed him.
He'd wanted her to see what it felt like to be in control, to take charge during sex, and that was why he'd allowed her to molest his body by pretending sleep. But he did wish she'd go further and do her sucking on the lower part of his body, too. It would have been heaven.
In time, he thought. In time he'd teach her how to please him using both her hands and mouth.
At the door, he rapped a couple loud knocks and then waited impatiently for the woman he never stopped thinking about to greet him.
"Andy?" he heard her call out. The tone of that seductive, sweet voice was full of warmth and love. It made James wonder for a moment if she'd ever call his name with that sweet, seductive voice filled with warmth, love, and affection.
Just as quickly as that thought came into his head, however, he slammed it away with the force of cold logic. Her brother owed him two million. She was his mistress in exchange for that debt. They had sex regularly. No strings attached. No emotional connection. Just pure, hard fucking. That was all. He didn't need her to use that sweet, seductive voice with him. Period!
The door slid open, and he was greeted by one of the loveliest smiles he'd ever seen. His cold logic instantly scattered in the air. A lump formed in his throat as he stared down at his mistress. He had the urge to take her into his arms and kiss her gently, softly, and passionately.
His heart ached something sorely. What the fuck were these feelings? He felt like his world was changing, both for better and for worse. The turmoil within him was about to kill him.