Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 1, 2)

"Mia? Tell me what's that smell on you," he demanded again, coming closer toward me.

Even in this state of bewilderment, I was still going to provoke him, as he'd ordered me to do. Thus, I held my head high and haughtily said, "Find out yourself."

He stopped suddenly as he cocked his head to one side, his eyes intense on me. I blushed when I noticed the bulge in his pants was getting even bigger. Shit! Then it hit me. Was me playing hard to get turning him on? Was that why he made me disobey him? That realization made my core burn hot with excitement.

Oh God! I just realized that I, too, got turned on by playing the weak, resistant maiden who'd be ravished in the end anyway. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be true that I liked being chased. Was this even normal?

"Mia?"

I jumped at his dark voice. "Yes, James?" I replied, a docile look in my eyes as I gazed at him through my lashes.

"Strip for me," he ordered.

I blinked. "What?"

"I want to find out what that smell is. Strip for me," he commanded.

I licked my lip again, my hands slowly moving to the hem of my shirt. I rubbed the cotton material between my fingers and thumbs, contemplating whether to obey his order or not.

"James?" I queried meekly.

"Yes, Mia?"

"You didn't cool yourself down at all, did you?" I was playing with the material of my shirt now as I gazed at the floor.

He chuckled. "No, I didn't." He came toward me as he said, "I kept thinking about your obedient body, about your cute breasts and your tight little ass. I kept thinking about your wet pussy and how much I want to fuck you."

My body shuddered at his blunt explanation and my face burned red. I raised my eyes and glared at him. "Why do you have to use such foul language?" I demanded.

He arched a brow at me. "The shower didn't help," he admitted. "Now come here and let me find out what that smell is."

I frowned, pissed all of a sudden. "Why do you want to smell it so much? That scent?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Because I like it," he stated bluntly.

I pursed my lips. That cursed frangipani scent. That cursed shower gel I'd brought from Mystic Spring. I had no idea it could cause so much trouble. I liked smelling nice, though, and it was the cheapest option out of all the other shower gels, too.

I released my shirt then and turned on my heel. I decided on another tactic. I changed the subject completely. To one I knew got on his nerves.

"Aren't you going to take me to see Andy? It's getting late, isn't it?" I headed toward the stairs, hoping like hell the subject of my brother would make him livid, and that strong emotion would annihilate his arousal. I was pretty sure getting someone pissed would definitely slaughter that mood.

"I'll get my bag," I added as I ascended the steps.

I didn't dare turn to look at him. I was too afraid of what I'd see. Had my smart tactic somehow managed to douse his excitement? Yet the thought of his desire for me completely dissipated disappointed me.

I was halfway up the stairs when I heard a growl, followed by, "Fuck, woman, you're too good at stirring me up."

I gasped at the rude insult and twisted in anger. The moment I saw him coming after me, my anger scattered into the air, and a mixture of fright and excitement erupted within me. I took action immediately and raced up the rest of the steps as fast as I could.

James laughed sarcastically, loud and clear, as he chased after me. "Mia," he called out.

I arrived on the landing and then rushed toward my bedroom door. I didn't make it in time, though. James caught me by the arm and spun me around. In one smooth motion, he scooped me up in his arms and headed straight to his own room.

"James?" I queried, my heart pounding. "I thought you'd calm down. You promised to take me to see my brother."

He ignored the subject of my brother and said, "The only way to calm me down is you."

"Aren't there other ways?" I asked naively.

He looked at me then, and a slow, sly smile appeared on his face. "I'll show you how one day, and you can assist me."

I regretted asking that question instantly. The look on his face made me utter, "No. No, that's fine. No need to show me."

"Oh, but I insist," he said. "Now let's find out what that scent is."

He deposited me on the length of his bed as I said, "You can find that out yourself. It's in the bathroom, on a shelf." I pointed toward the door of my own room, hoping like hell he'd take the bait.

He didn't. "Oh, I will." He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead gently, like that time in the motel. It was a kiss so warm and sweet it took me by surprise. For a small moment, I felt a warm glow like the sun shining within me. I blinked, my heart racing and my mind wandering.

"I'll find out right here on you," he said, his large hands cupping my face. Then his lips found mine, and he kissed me passionately.

My body was on fire, and I melted into him. Suddenly, he became all rough and mean; his tongue wild and demanding, thrusting against me so hard I couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, my core twisted and burned with needs.

"Ngh... Ah... Uh... Mmm..." I groaned. "Ja-James... Ngh..."

He released me from his hot kiss then and turned his attention to my body.

I was breathing heavily as he stroked my collarbone slowly, marveling at the structure as if he were very fascinated by it. Suddenly, his hand was on the material of my shirt, and in one smooth motion, he ripped the cotton fabric to pieces, tearing it off my body.

"James!" I shrieked.

Oh my God! This man acted like a barbarian, tearing at my clothes. Even his kisses and hands were rough and demanding, every action urgent and quite brutal. He was worse than last night. What had I done to make him this way? Or was it anything I'd done at all? Was he just now showing me another side of him? Suddenly, I got a bit freaked out at that thought.

A sly smile played across his lips as he touched my bra. I knew without a doubt what was going to happen. Thus, I hastily slapped away his hand and scurried away from him. I didn't get far, though. He caught me by the small of my waist, pulled me back to him, and pinned me on the bed. As I struggled below him, he snuggled his aroused shaft between my legs.

I gasped. "Huh!"

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! He was so warm, hard, and big. And my stupid body responded to him, twisting and burning with need and anticipation.

He chuckled as if he really were enjoying the situation tremendously. Truth be told, I found it quite delightful as well. Only I was pissed, too. It was so unfair. He'd just ripped my very last wearable shirt, and if I didn't stop him, he'd destroy my last bra, too. Thus, I fought him, but my comeback didn't last long. In an instant, he had his hand cupped on my breast, and then in one forceful movement, he ripped the bra off me.

I gasped, but my sound of protest was muffled by the greeting of his lips against mine. "Ngh... Ngh..."

He plunged his tongue into my mouth and wildly devoured me. I tried to deflect him, but it was no use.

"Ngh... Ngh..." I groaned again and again. Oh God. Oh God. I couldn't help it. His kiss was both barbaric and wonderful, and I couldn't resist him. A part of me, however, still defied him, if only to make him that little more ruthless in his treatment, though I had no idea why I wanted that.

My hand thrust at his chest, trying to shove him off me. He caught both my wrists in an instant and secured them over my head, his hand tight on me. With the other, he trailed down my body and slipped into my pants.

When he finally let my lips go, I was breathless and more than a little dazed. My face was flushed and my eyes glazed over with the intense sexual need within me. My body buzzed and tingled all over, and I couldn't stop moaning and groaning. I wanted more. I wanted him to lick me and bite me. I wanted him to devour me and take me in every which way. More than anything else, I wanted him to fuck me in the most primal, brutal way he desired.

That thought made me breathless and dizzy. I wanted James to do the most inappropr

iate, painful things to me?

I gasped and my body shook in a cold sweat. What had James Maxwell done to me? He turned me into a wonton wench. He made me lose all innocence and morality.

"You're already wet and ready for me," he said softly, interrupting my panic attack.

"Huh?" I made an incomprehensible sound. "Ahh..." I sucked in my breath as he played with my folds. I bit my lower lip, trying to force myself to make him stop, but my body shuddered and wouldn't listen to my command.

"Such a good body," he praised.

I gazed up at him, my body weak and willing as he continued to enjoy tormenting me, his fingers bathing in the thickness of my wetness.

"Oh... James..." I murmured under my breath.

"Hmm..." He chuckled. "Such a good girl," he said. "Listening to my every command. Such a sensual body." He sounded pleased.

He dipped his head and kissed my breast gently. Then he took the nipple into his hot mouth and proceed to lovingly abuse it; sucking, licking, nibbling, and biting the sensitive bud as I cried out in exquisite agony.

"Ahhh... James..." I continued to groan and writhed beneath him, my whole body in a frenzy of heat.