Chapter 67

Mia

I felt betrayed and disappointed as I turned to look at him, my eyes full of tears and my cheeks flushed. I felt cold and empty.

James kissed me gently as if to soothe the turmoil that abruptly spiked within me. It was as if he understood the craving of my body, desperate for him. I knew he was pleased I was this way. Vulnerable. Submissive. Piteous. Craving. Desiring him. I knew he was playing the dominating, controlling master once again, preferring to give me small doses of loving, of pleasure whenever it amused him.

Sick. Bastard. That was James Maxwell all right, and I loved him so dearly. Why, oh why had I fallen in love with a man such as Mr. James Maxwell, a controlling and dominating billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas’ dark underground business world?

Standing there with my back to the window, I gazed up at him, my eyes expressing a mixture of confusion, pleading, disappointment, and accusation at the same time. He chuckled. My breathing was still heavy and laborious as I waited for him to initiate his next move.

James cupped my face gently and then kissed my forehead. “Calm down, Mia.”

I wanted to shout at him to please just fuck me and stop leading me on. At least not tonight. This on-and-off pleasure was driving me insane. Then suddenly it struck me. Wasn’t that the whole idea of it? The prolonged anticipation?

I didn’t know, and I certainly didn’t care at the moment. I was aching for him, and I’d do anything to fill the emptiness growing forever stronger within me.

“You’re a mean bastard, Mr. Maxwell,” I said softly, my gaze accusing.

James twisted his lip in amusement and leaned his face closer to mine until our noses were touching.

“Aren’t you a feisty little thing tonight?” Then he kissed me passionately, which took me by surprise. His lips were firm against mine as his tongue plunged into my mouth and wildly stroked and caressed me, wreaking havoc within me. I shuddered deliciously under his fervent attack.

Determined, I came back with my own zealous response. At least I thought it was a zealous response. I teased him, my tongue stroking and caressing his, entwining with his. It wasn’t long, however, before I was suddenly breathless and weak from our ardent kiss.

When James finally moved back, I was weak and collapsed, leaning against the window for support. James lowered himself and lifted me in his arms, which surprised and confused me.

“What are you doing now?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck to prevent myself from falling.

“Taking you to bed,” he said matter-of-factly.

I blinked. Taking me to bed? But I hadn’t come yet. My body still craved him. I still wanted to be ravished by him until I came full-out, until I was exhausted. My body needed to be fucked by him.

I bit my lip and glared at him. “Now?”

“Yes. Now,” he replied, his face a dark mask.

I sighed in vexation. Fine. If he wanted to go to bed now, he could do so. He could sleep all he wanted. But I certainly wasn’t going to until I was satisfied. I’d decided once we were in bed, I’d attack him head-on. I just didn’t care anymore. He could judge me as a slut, a wanton wench all he wanted. I just simply didn’t care. Yes, I’d attack him and seduce him. I’d kiss him and lick him. I’d even resort to caressing him down there, too, if I really had to. I was that desperate. I was that far gone. My body was craving him that much.

Then once he succumbed to my enchanting seduction, I’d ride him as I had when we’d been on the couch only a half hour before, when he allowed me to take the lead, to take control of our sex. Besides, he was still hard, wasn’t he? How was he going to go to bed when he was still hard? With his member sticking out like a steel pole?

In the bedroom, James gently laid me on the bed. I lay there in a sort of half-sleeping position as I gazed up at him. Then slowly I lowered my eyes. Sure enough, that man beast of his was still hard, sticking out arrogantly for my eyes to feast upon.

I licked my lips and raised my gaze back to his face. The moment I met his beautiful Prussian-blue eyes that never ceased to fascinate me, I caught my breath at the back of my throat. He was broodingly dark and breathtakingly handsome.

“Spread your legs, Mia,” he instructed.

There was a dominating command in his voice that I didn’t miss. A sort of order I found hard to disobey.

Indeed, I did not disobey him, eagerly spreading my legs for him as he instructed. I had no doubt the view of me so bare and in such a wanton position was quite enticing from where he stood.

He smirked in reaction. Standing there at the end of the bed and between my legs, he gawked darkly at me, his eyes feasting on me, caressing every inch. His slow observation made my tummy flutter deliciously and my pussy pulsate and burn fervently for him. Then his hands firmly caressed me along the length of my legs, up toward my knees and then my thighs. Once he reached my hips, he gently pulled me toward him.

I knew he was going to fuck me in this position, and my core throbbed in excitement as my body waited in anticipation.

Then he leisurely teased me, lightly brushing his hardened manhood against my sensitive, hot, aching pussy. The heat and firmness were amazingly beautiful, making my breath catch at the back of my throat.

James must have liked the way I responded and abruptly invaded me with a hard thrust, right to the deepest part of me in one forceful move.

I sucked in a deep breath in reaction as my body tensed as if I were about to orgasm. Then I relaxed at the beautiful sensation rushing throughout my body, making me squirm as James began his rhythm.

Oh God! It felt so good to have James’ cock inside me, thrusting into the deepest part of me.

“J-James…” I whispered his name as he increased his pace, making me move along with him in an erotic rhythm.

“Fuck!” he roared, his muscles tightening and his body tensing as his movements became more tempestuous.

“Does it feel good, Mia?” he asked, amusement in his voice. His face, however, was a dark mask of torture as he tried to control himself.

I licked my lips and nodded because I just couldn’t utter a word, what with my head in a muddled mess and my body experiencing a myriad of pleasurable sensations exploding within my body and powerfully overwhelming me.

James must have understood my response and chuckled. Then he shifted slightly and spread my legs wider, all the while not missing a beat in his vigorous thrusting.

The slightly altered position increased the pleasure by another notch, and I shuddered in delirium.

“James…” I moaned deeply, begging him to go farther, to fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me deeper.

“Fuck, Mia,” he said through gritted teeth. “Your pussy is the sweetest.” He chuckled. “Your pussy is amazing.” His breathing was becoming hard and laborious now. “You’re amazing.”

I felt my heart flare with delight in response to his praise. At the same time, my core turned, pulsated, and tightened around his cock, increasing our pleasure even more.

He chuckled, pleased with the result. “Fuck!” he said under his breath.

His pounding became faster and harder, driving ever so deep into me. I felt overwhelmingly filled with him.

James moved again, and this time he lifted one of my legs so it lay over his shoulder. He thrust in again to the deepest part of me, pounding me at just the right spot.

I screamed in pleasure the instant his cock struck the newly discovered sensitive spot within me, shouting his name.

“James… Oh God… James… Ngh… Oh God…”

James fucked me harder and faster, hitting that exquisite location again and again. Each pounding and each stroke drove me more insane with ecstasy. Each target elicited a rush of pleasure throughout my body so overwhelmingly powerful it made me breathless and stole my voice from me.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” James roared, making me scream soundlessly into the night.

“I’m going to come!” I shouted breathlessly. “I’m going to come, James!”

I knew it was going to be intense this time around. It was going to be earth-shattering.

My hands clutched the duvet for support as I felt my body squirming, shaking, and shuddering at the forceful movement along with the brutal fucking. James’ cock continued to invade me, striking that hot spot again and again and again.

Oh God! I couldn’t hold on any longer. I just couldn’t.

“J-James!” I shouted in pleasured agony.

My body tensed, and my muscles convulsed and pulsated as I screamed. My head was tilted back, and my eyes were closed as I climaxed—long and deep—my whole world twisting and burning.

I felt James climax too, his body tense and his muscles taut as he orgasmed. He screamed my name, shouting how awesome my pussy was and how beautiful and amazing I was as he came inside me.

I was lifted to a higher place, where only pleasure reigned, where nothing but the delight of sexual gratification existed. It was a place only James and I existed. And then I collapsed back in exhaustion, my breathing hard and labored as I gazed up at him.

He watched me, a dark smile on his lips. We stared at each other for a moment, taking in what had just happened. At least that was what I was doing anyway. Reminiscing the moment only he and I had experienced as one.

Suddenly he was on top of me, which surprised me, his muscular weight pressing me deep into the mattress. His lips soon found mine and scorched me with a passionate kiss. I responded and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back, opening my mouth for him like a flower blooming in spring.

When he finally terminated our wild kiss, I was breathless and dazed once again.

A few moments later I found myself comfortably cocooned in James’ arm between the sheets, my face buried deep against his chest. Of course, I had no recollection of how I got there, but I sighed nonetheless and closed my eyes, exhausted and content.

James kissed my forehead and said, “You are amazing, Mia. Our relationship will only get better from here on in.”

I bit my lip at his statement and felt a sort of joy and ache in my heart. I was pleased he found me amazing in the sex department of our relationship. At the same time, however, I felt empty. I wanted him to love me and find me amazing for being me, for being Mia Donovan, for my love for him and his love for me. I wanted our sex to be second in our unconventional relationship. I wanted to experience unconditional love, just like how Dad had loved Mom.

But of course I knew that type of love between us was still a long way off yet, and I was okay with that. Eventually he’d come to love me. He’d come to realize his love for me and couldn’t bear to lose me. At least that was what I was hoping for.

I sighed at that thought and snuggled closer to him as I drifted off into an exhausted slumber.