Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 5)

As I was doing so, James continued to kiss me gently while his hands eagerly caressed my breasts through the satin fabric of my dress.

"Fuck!" he muttered in frustration under his breath. "This blasted thing is in the way."

Without further ado, he ripped the flimsy material from my body.

I gasped and snapped, "James! You're destroying my dress again."

He had the gall to laugh, albeit apologetically.

"And we're still in the hallway," I said reasonably. "What if someone saw us?"

"Ah, that can be dealt with," he said, and without warning, I felt myself being lifted in the air.

I hastily wrapped my arms around his muscular neck and said, "Where are we going?"

"A place where no one can interrupt us," he explained.

A place where no one could interrupt us indeed, and it happened to be his bedroom.

Chapter 9

Mia

Once we were inside, James shut the door with his leg with a decisive click. I found myself trapped between him and the door. Not that I disliked that feeling. In fact, I loved it. Loved that James was intimately close to me while I was leaning against the solidity of the doorframe. Loved that he was kissing me ardently while his hands were frantically ripping my dress to pieces, as if he couldn't wait to touch me and feel my naked skin or taste my bare flesh with his hot tongue and kiss me with his sensual lips.

The thrilling heat and excitement was hard-core and raw within me as I listened to the music of James's eager groaning combined with my dress being torn from my body.

"Oh, James," I groaned in pleasure.

He chuckled at my soft moaning, as if he were pleased. Then he paused and drew back a little. There he gazed down at me, his dark eyes taking in my person, scrutinizing me with so much intensity it made my core burn hot with adoration.

I noted a dark smirk was playing about his lips, and his Prussian-blue eyes were hot with passion.

This particular position we were in reminded me of that day the first time I'd met him, when I'd come up to negotiate about my brother's debt. He had trapped me against the door and made me a ludicrous offer that had turned my world upside down.

The memories of that day only worked to remind me of how much this man had affected me emotionally and physically. Not just when he touched and kissed me but with the way he looked at me too. Those dark, passionate Prussian-blue eyes that made my knees weak with wonder and my core burn and ache for him, as they were doing now.

My whole body quivered in anticipation as he stared down at me, his hot gaze devouring me whole, which made my tummy tremble in longing.

I must have looked like a very wanton wench because my body felt so hot and weak. I knew I would soon collapse and expire from his intense, passionate stare if he didn't carry me to bed.

"Fuck, you're enchanting," he said softly as he leaned his face toward me.

I could feel his warm breath on my skin and smell the red wine he had drunk during dinner. The feeling of his body so close to me, his heat radiating out to me, and his scent, which was so James, made my head spin with delight.

With my heart still racing vigorously, I blushed intensely.

"Err... thanks?" I muttered, my eyes downcast.

I didn't know how else to respond. My brain had already turned into mush.

"What the fuck is this, Mia?" he questioned in amusement. "You've become shy all of a sudden."

That couldn't be helped, could it? We hadn't been intimate for days now. Of course I'd revert back to being nervous and shy, especially now that most of my clothing was gone. What was left were pieces of shredded, flimsy fabric of the expensive dress, which were doing a lousy job at covering my naked skin. But of course, there were my lacy, blue panties, thankfully still fully intact and undamaged.

I licked my lips and said, a sour expression on my face, "Well, considering the state I'm in right now..." I sighed and looked down at myself to indicate my meaning.

James's eyes followed my gaze, and instead of feeling ashamed of his sexy, barbaric conduct and the destructive end result of that performance, he grinned with pleasure.

"What a nice view," he said seductively, his eyes hot on me, feasting on the exotic sight I presented to him.

I wondered if perhaps me in this state of undress turned James on.

Of course, his blunt statement of a nice view should have offended me. On the contrary, it only served to excite me even more. My core burned hot with anticipation as he slowly pulled what was left of the material from my body, especially the area covering my chest.

Once my breasts, now fully aroused and sensitive, were completely revealed for him to enjoy, he leaned forward and eagerly popped one small pink, hard bud into his mouth.

The moment my nipple touched his hot mouth, I groaned in satisfied delight. My body melted against his, and as James sucked and licked and teased the sensitive flesh with his lips, teeth, and tongue, I felt myself collapse against the door, my knees weak.

"Ngh..." I groaned deliciously. "Oh God, James... Yes... Please..."

James finally decided to end his seductive torture of my left nipple and turned his avid attention to my right one. He gave that one the same undivided, loving attention as well--kissing, teasing, licking, and sucking.

"James..." I groaned as I held on to him for dear life.

By the time he'd finished ravishing that little bud, which was now as aroused and hard as the left one, if not more, he drew back and drifted his gaze down to my panties.

I could tell from the look in his dark, passionate eyes what he was going to do next. I didn't have to wait long for the sexy, barbaric act to start.

James gently palmed my pussy, playing with the lacy material lovingly, rubbing it against my sensitive flesh. I couldn't help myself and groaned loudly, my whole body screaming and quivering with pleasure.

I was breathless... so breathless as James toyed with me, expertly teasing me with his fingers. Then before I knew what was happening, he

ripped the fabric of my lacy panties and pulled the material from my body.

The action should have, as before, upset me, but it didn't. Instead, it only worked to heighten my pleasure even more. Watching him roughly tear my panties to pieces made my core burn in ecstasy, aching for him, aching for his cock to ravish me.

"James..." I half groaned, half cried out softly, begging him.

James lifted his head and turned his attention to me. He raised one brow as if questioning what my desire was.

I groaned again. "James..."

He chuckled and asked teasingly yet darkly, "Are you upset I've destroyed your beautiful panties?"

I slowly shook my head, my eyes soft. "No," I said under my breath.

He smiled. "Are you sure you're not upset with me?" he asked again.

I shook my head in the negative. It was then he plunged a finger into my sweet, hot opening, which made me cry out.

"Yes... Oh, James..." I groaned out to him.

James must have been pleased with my response, because he increased the pace, inserting his finger into me deeper. Soon it was two fingers and then combined with a deep, passionate kiss.

The feeling was so good that I involuntarily raised my hip to allow him deeper access. By the time James pulled away from me, it was to lift me in his arms and carry me to his large bed.

There, he laid me on the massive softness of the mattress. It occurred to me that this would be the first time I was actually lying on his bed while he made love to me. The feeling that came to me was one of happiness.

As I lay there, all wanton and completely vulnerable, waiting for him to initiate, I suddenly realized I wanted to be more than just James's mistress. More than just Aria's friend.

As instantly as that feeling came, I wondered deeply what it was I really wanted. What was the stage that was a step up from being a mere mistress? Girlfriend? But was there even a step up from the station of a mistress?

I didn't know, and to be honest, I didn't want to think about that right then. All I wanted was for James to make love to me, to make me feel completely and utterly wonderful.

As if he understood my wish, James came on top of me and kissed me passionately, his tongue wild and playing havoc with mine.