by Alexia Praks
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-fact.
I blinked. Taking me to bed? But I hadn’t come yet. My body still craved him. I still wanted to be ravish by him until I came hard 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 enchanted 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 within 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 harden manhood against my sensitive, hot, aching pussy. The heat and firmness was amazingly beautiful, making my breath catch at the back of my throat and my body course in delicious pleasure.
“Mmm…” I groaned. “Hmm…”
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.
“Agh…” I groaned. “Ahh… Hmm…”
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! It felt so good to have James’s cock inside me, thrusting into the deepest part of me.
“Ja-James…” I whispered his name as he increased his pace, making me move along with him in an erotic rhythm.
“Fuck!” he roared out, 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 in response because I just couldn’t respond, 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.
I groaned deliciously. “Hmm…”
James must have understood my response and chuckled. Then he shift 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.
“Ahh… James…” I moaned deeply, begging him to go further, 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 twisted, 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 laid 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.
“Ahh… James… Oh God… 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 onto the duvet for support as I felt my body squirming, shaking, and shuddering at the forceful movement along with the brutal fucking. James’s cock continued to invade me, striking that hotspot again and again and again.
Oh God! I couldn’t hold on any longer. I just couldn’t.
“Ja-James!” I shouted out in pleasured agony. “Ahh…”
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.
It was a few moments later when I found myself comfortably cocooned in James’s 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 within 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. Eventually, 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.
Chapter 26
Four Days Later
James
The cell phone rang insistently as James waited patiently for his daughter to pick up. It was going on to the fourth ring now, and he wondered if Aria was busy with her lessons or if she might have forgotten her cell phone while she was out playing with the dogs.
He glanced at his gold wristwatch and noted it was just after three thirty in the afternoon. It wasn’t their usual time to talk while he was away from home, but it couldn’t be helped. As of last week, he’d had no choice but to call her after her school hours instead of their usual time around eight. He’d been getting busier with work and other personal business since the incident with Andy and the Mexican. Needless to say, there was a lot of deep, dark underground affairs he and Matt had to deal with in order to keep things under control. Of course, despite that taking up most of his days, he’d never forgotten his time with his daughter.
Fuck, he really missed her, and he’d never been away from her this long, ever. It had been well over two weeks now, and he wanted to hug her tiny body in his arms and give her little kisses.
The phone was still ringing, and James glanced at his watch again. Her piano lesson wasn’t until four, so there was still plenty of time before the session started.
James hung up when it went to voicemail. He dialed again and waited as the phone started ringing. Normally, he would’ve waited until after five when the lesson was over if Aria didn’t pick up. Tonight, however, he was going to be damn busy, as he had for the past weeks, more so during the last four days.
Fuck, he hadn’t even had a proper kiss with Mia for what felt like an eternity. And he hadn’t made love to her since that evening four days ago, when he felt as though the earth had shaken beneath his feet. That had been the day she’d found Matt confessing his love for her brother. That had been the day she’d cried in his arms on the rooftop of the hospital and made his heart ache. The day she’d made him feel he wanted more between them than just sex.
Mia Donovan was innocently snuggling her way into his heart, and fuck, James knew he couldn’t control it… couldn’t stop it from happening. He had no will power to defend himself against her invasion. Her soft, innocent personality mixed with her wise, hard temperament, and her unexpected actions and words that easily escaped her mouth really were a breath of fresh air. She enticed him, and he knew he liked her, doted on her more than he should.
If the truth were told, he felt more than a little guilty lately about his promise to his daughter where the young Mia was concerned. He’d promised Aria he’d bring her home as soon as he found her. That, of course, had been several weeks ago, and so far, he hadn’t fulfilled that obligation yet. Furthermore, he’d been keeping the young woman all to himself and had been enjoying her to his heart’s content whenever he desired.
Personally, he had no idea why Aria was so drawn to Mia in the first place. His daughter had never liked anyone that much to become such fast friends with her and even request he find her and bring her home immediately. That type of magnetism was unnatural, surely? Just look at the way they had chatted on the phone after he’d told Aria he’d found Mia and she was with him. It was as if they had known each other for ages, laughing and giggling with one another. Aria had taken in Mia as though the young woman were some sort of lost, injured little animal who needed tender care and a warm home.
No! Scratch that. Mia Donovan was definitely a lost little animal who needed a warm home and tender care, preferably in his bed. And then again, James himself couldn’t deny the fact that his own attraction to Mia was anything but unnatural. Overpoweringly so. The moment he laid eyes on her, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted to kiss her, to fuck her. And now?
Fuck! Now he felt as though his indulgence in her, kissing her and making love to her, just wasn’t enough. He was addicted; he knew that. Yep. He was so fucking screwed.
The phone went to voicemail again, and James hung up. He glanced at his watch for the third time and then decided to give it one more go. He dialed the number and waited patiently as the phone started ringing insistently. Still, it wasn’t picked up. Aria was probably busy playing, he thought, and he was about to hang up when the ringing stopped abruptly and a voice came through.
“Hi, Mr. Maxwell?” It was Sophie’s voice, his daughter’s nanny, on the other end of the line.
“Sophie?” he asked. “Is Aria there?”
Sophie paused before replying, her voice soft and warm. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Maxwell. She just left. I mean, she went downstairs to play with the dogs. Do you want me to get her for you?”
“That would be great, Sophie,” James said.
“Sure, Mr. Maxwell,” she said. “Just hold on a minute.”
James waited as the phone went silent. A moment later, Sophie’s voice came through again.
“So,” she asked lightly, her tone flirtatious almost. “How’s Las Vegas?”
“It’s fine,” he said. “Nice city.” Of course he didn’t tell her he spent most of his youth here, prowling the busy streets with his comrades Matt, William, Tory, and Mark.
“It is, isn’t it?” She agreed softly. “I may go there again on my next vacation. Speaking of which, I assume Aria has never been to Las Vegas?”
James replied, “No. But I’ll be bringing her on my next business trip.” He thought it’d be a nice change for Aria, and it was a given Mia would be accompanying them. It would be just the three of them traveling. He and his two darlings. Of course, while he was busy with work during the day, Mia and Aria could spend time together doing whatever girls do.
The picture of them together in the hotel suite just spending time together, be it reading in
bed or having a pillow fight, made him smile. The thought made his heart glow with delight, and fuck, he wanted to witness it for real—his daughter and his mistress cooped up in bed, laughing.
The sound of Sophie’s delight reached James’s ear. “That’s great, Mr. Maxwell. Oh my gosh! Aria would be so pleased.” She laughed merrily. “Oh, and by the way, I’ve got lots to report to you, Mr. Maxwell.” She paused for a moment to take in some breath and then continued. “Aria is doing very well with her school.” She chuckled. “Oh, she’s such a lovely little girl. Her math is great and so is her reading and writing.”
James smiled. “That’s splendid.”
“Oh.” Sophie hurried on. “And her friends came for a playdate yesterday. They had a lot of fun.” She giggled. “It’s nice to be young, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” James said, wondering how far away his daughter was. Sophie, on the other hand, was still going on about Aria and how much fun they’d had together during the last few weeks.
He appreciated the fact that Sophie liked and took care of his daughter. It was her job as the nanny, after all. And he knew Aria liked her. That was why he’d hired her in the first place. Of course, there was also the fact that the woman was very enthusiastic during her interview and had shown every sign of motherly affection toward Aria, which he desperately wanted for his daughter. He didn’t want her to grow up feeling like she was missing out. Personally, he thought it was important for the growth of a child, and no child of his was going to lack anything, especially where love and affection was concerned.
“Sophie?” He finally decided to cut her short because he was about to have a meeting with an important client he couldn’t miss.
“Yes, Mr. Maxwell?” Sophie asked innocently.
“Aria?” he asked. “You haven’t found her yet?”
Sophie paused and then sighed deeply. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Maxwell. I was sure she was in the living area or the piano room. But she’s in neither of those places. Hold on a second. I’ll just go and have a look in the kitchen.”
