Chained to You, Vol. 3-4

by Alexia Praks

  The thought of that ferocious sex made me quiver deliciously. I had been insane last night, naked and pressed against the window, fully exposed to the glistening city beyond, James behind me, pounding into me. It was something completely new to me, and indeed, it was something that thrilled me to the core at the same time. Why? I didn't know, and I didn't bother to question it. James made me feel that way, and to me, that was awesomely exciting and I loved it.

  Another thought of James struck me then, and I sighed. The look he'd given me after our first intercourse last night. Oh, I could sense the tension in his body and the dark look in his eyes, as if something unexpected had struck him. It was as though he had figured something out that he didn't quite like, and to be honest, it didn't sit well with me.

  Was he now regretting our unconventional relationship? Was he just now realizing he didn't like me as much as he had thought after all? Or that sex with me was now tiresome? But then again, what about that wild sex by the window after I'd ridden him, when he was the one in control? It was hardcore and...

  I shook my head and quickly got out of bed. I decided there and then that trying to understand James was useless. It was like trying to squeeze blood out of a rock. James held his emotions too close to the chest.

  Me, on the other hand, I was more like an open book. I was pretty sure James could easily read my sentiments through my expressions. Of course, maybe it was because I was too desperate to get close to him, too, wanting to know more about him, about his feelings. Perhaps that was why I was frustrated?

  I dismissed the thoughts of James from my mind and headed into the bathroom. There, I cleaned myself up and got dressed in another cute dress James had bought for me. This one was a sunny yellow floral, and it fit me perfectly.

  Once I was ready, I ordered some breakfast. As I waited, I tidied up the room a little. Of course, I knew there was a housekeeper who came to clean and tidy the whole place daily, but I couldn't help myself. It was something I could do to keep busy while I waited for breakfast to arrive. Of course, I could have just gone downstairs to the restaurant to have the morning buffet, too, but I didn't feel like sitting there alone with so many people around me, when most were tourists and businessmen.

  Breakfast arrived some fifteen minutes later, and after I had the wonderful sustenance, I headed out. Down in the foyer, I saw Patrick waiting for me. Once he spotted me, he greeted me with a, "Good morning, Miss Donovan," combined with a big, broad smile plastered on his face.

  I knew off the bat that today he'd be acting as both bodyguard and chauffeur once again. Of course, I had no other place I was interested in visiting except the hospital to see Andy, so he shouldn't worry too much about me being targeted and kidnapped.

  "Good morning, Patrick." I returned the greeting. "How are you?"

  "Excellent, Miss Donovan" he said brightly. "Now, where would you like to go today?" He chuckled. "Ah, I'm guessing the hospital."

  He was right, and I nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that's right." I grinned widely. "How did you know?" I teased.

  "I'm psychic today," he said playfully, leading me toward the door.

  Psychic, huh? I thought in awe. God, I wish I had psychic abilities just so I could read James's mind. I desperately wanted to find out what his thoughts about me were, how and what he felt about me.

  "And what will you be tomorrow?" I asked, curious.

  He shrugged. "Maybe I can do telekinesis tomorrow." He chuckled.

  "That sounds awesome, Patrick," I said, and he laughed.

  We were just about to get into the car when a manly voice said close to me, "I'll take over from here, Patrick."

  I twisted around so fast my head spun. Once I was sure I wouldn't fall flat on my face due to my unexpected surprise and my sudden, not-so-elegant swirl, I stared up at James, who was merely inches behind me, smiling at me.

  "Good morning, sunshine," he greeted. "I was in a bit of a hurry this morning." He leaned to me and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. "I forgot to tell you I'd be your chauffeur for today."

  I was struck speechless by this handsome billionaire's action. He had just kissed me in public. He'd just surprised me with his sudden appearance, and I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.

  Tears stung my eyes with these wonderful, overwhelming emotions as I tried to hold them in.

  "Good morning," I managed, my heart racing and thumping furiously within my chest. I felt my cheeks flush red as my body quivered delightfully.

  God, just to see his handsome face and hear his voice was enough to drive me mad and make me smile with glee.

  James walked around the car to the driver's side and took the keys from Patrick.

  "Sir," the bodyguard said.

  James nodded and unlocked the door as Patrick headed back into the hotel. He even winked at me before disappearing from my sight.

  Were bodyguards supposed to be that friendly with their boss's mistress? I didn't know, but I was glad he was. He made me feel at ease, and more importantly, he didn't make me feel like a bitch who slept with a billionaire in exchange for a comfortable lifestyle and money, which I refused to think I was. Patrick made me feel like I was simply James's girlfriend, someone he liked and respected, and that was awesome to me.

  James turned to me and said, "Get in," jolting me out of my thoughts.

  I nodded and eagerly did as instructed. Once I was in my seat comfortably and had my seat belt in place, James drove out.

  We were both quiet on our way to the hospital. It was a comfortable type of silence, as though each of us were in our own thoughts and we didn't mind it that way. It was a sort of companionable silence. Of course, I had no idea what James was thinking about or if he was thinking about anything at all. For me, however, my mind was always either on James or my brother.

  When we arrived at the hospital, James had to excuse himself because he had an urgent call coming in. I had no doubt it was something to do with his work.

  "It's okay," I said, staring at the phone in his hand, ringing insistently, demanding him to pick up immediately. "Take your time. I'll go up to see Andy first."

  He nodded, and I left him to take the call.

  Being a billionaire was hard, wasn't it? Work at every hour of the day and every day of the week. Of course, there were perks such as shit loads of money coming in, power, and influence. Something like that, however, wasn't for me. First off, I'd be too soft emotionally when dealing with business. I knew this type of thing suited James perfectly well. He basked in his work, his influence and power. It made him happy, and I, in turn, was pleased for him. But his profession... the things he had to deal with... they were dangerous.

  I dismissed the thoughts of James and his work from my mind and headed over to the lift. After pressing on the eighth floor button, my mind switched to Andy. I wondered how he was getting on. When would they discharge him? And what would happen after that? Would he want me to stay around and look after him for a while? What about accommodation arrangements? Would he continue to stay with Matt in the hotel suite? I wasn't sure, and God, I needed to find out. Once again, I wondered how long James would be staying here in Las Vegas before returning to Los Angeles, because technically, this affected me as well.

  The elevator door dinged open, and I walked out, heading straight to the reception area. As per usual, the doctor and nurses on shift were busy with their work, and I admired them for that. Then I wondered suddenly what they would think of me as a mistress to a handsome billionaire. I mean, they were healthcare professionals in the modern world after all. Who would have believed things like me being a mistress to a billionaire actually existed in this day and age? Certainly, things like that existed in the olden days, where wealthy men had mistresses, not just one, but many, but now?

  I shook my head, knowing fully well how weird my circumstances were, and headed straight to my brother's room.

  As I got closer, something struck me as odd, and I paused in my tracks. Where are the guards? The place
was wide open for an attack, for God's sake. What was going on?

  Panic seized me, and my thoughts were quick toward the possibility of danger where my brother's life was concerned. Had the Mexican or the Albanian found out Andy was here? Had they taken out the bodyguards, killing them and disposing of them, and then taken Andy with them in order to threaten James and Matt for another deal? Or could it be revenge?

  I rushed forward, my heart racing and my mind in a jumbled mess.

  Andy, please be all right. Please just let it be all in my imagination.

  I came to a stop right at the door. Silence. There was absolute and utter silence. The only thing I could hear was the furious thumping of my own heart. I noted then that nothing looked out of the ordinary. But the guards? Where could they be?

  Slowly and quietly, I turned the knob. Then I cracked the door open a little. I took a peek inside, noting the room looked intact. As my eyes roved farther, I saw Matt sitting on the chair beside Andy, who was lying in bed. Matt had his head intimately close to Andy's face. It was as though they were...

  Kissing?

  I blinked once... twice... thrice...

  Oh my God! Matt was kissing Andy, his lips locked with my brother's, his tongue in my brother's mouth and Andy's in his. I opened my eyes wide as realization struck me like a splash of ice-cold water. Matt was kissing Andy the way James kissed me.

  Finally, when Matt terminated the kiss, Andy gazed up at him, his eyes bright. I wondered if I looked like that when James was kissing me?

  "Matt..." Andy said softly. "Stop kissing me like that. We're in the hospital, for God's sake. What if the nurse came in and saw us?"

  Matt laughed. "So what?" he said. "I don't give a fuck what they think."

  I blinked. Suddenly, standing here and peeking in on them, I felt awkward. I shouldn't be doing this, should I? But then again, it was my brother and...

  Oh God, I should either just walk right in and say, "Hi, Andy. How are you this morning?" or just walk away and wait until James came.

  Of course, I didn't do any of those things before I heard Matt say, "I love you."

  I simply just stopped breathing for a moment, and my heart raced.

  "I love you, Andy," Matt said. There was anxiousness within his voice that I didn't miss. "God, do you know how painful it was for me to see you the way we found you? You looked like a fucking corpse. I swear I nearly died right there. Fuck, Andy. I love you, and I can't lose you. I'd go insane if I did."

  Matt hugged Andy tight in his arms. "Please be mine, Andy. Give me your love. Give me your heart. I swear I'll protect it. Fuck, I love you. Tell me you love me, too."

  Andy's voice shook when he said, "I... I've already given it to you, you sick bastard." He chuckled sadly.

  "Really?" Matt asked. "Then why the hell didn't you tell me?" He kissed Andy again on the lips, passionately.

  Oddly enough, I felt happiness within my chest, too. Tears welled within my eyes as I smiled, listening to them confess their feelings to one another.

  Matt drew his head back and kissed Andy on the forehead.

  Andy was smiling when he said, "I love you, Matt."

  My knees felt weak at Andy's words, and I knew I would collapse soon if I didn't sit. What was wrong with me? Why was I like this all of a sudden?

  I did collapse right there against the door. I would have crashed the door open and interrupted the lovers inside if James hadn't caught me in his arms in time.

  Out of the blue, he was right there beside me, embracing me. I took the opportunity to be close to him, inhaling his wonderful scent and burying my face against his massive chest. He felt warm and wonderful, and I wanted to stay there in his arms forever.

  "What's the matter?" he asked softly. I noted the concern in his voice, and I felt glad he was worried about me. So glad.

  I chuckled a little, and with my face still half hidden against his chest, I said, "Nothing."

  James glanced at the door. Then, as if he understood what was going on and why I suddenly became like this, he returned his attention to me and stroked my head as if to comfort me.

  "Let's get some fresh air," he said.

  Some moments later, we were on the hospital rooftop nicely designed like a courtyard for patients and guests to enjoy the sun. There were pots of shrubs and flowerbeds and park-type chairs for people to sit in. The view overlooking Las Vegas was amazing, too. The air was cool and wonderful, brushing and dancing against us. It made me feel at ease.

  Both of us standing there made me feel like I was on top of the world. Of course, I found myself in James's arms once again, my face buried against his chest as I felt tears sting my eyes.

  James seemed content to just stand there, allowing me to use him as a type of comfort to relieve my emotions.

  Why was I feeling this way all of a sudden? Why were tears brewing in my eyes? It was because I was so relieved and happy for my brother. Finally, he had found someone who really cared for him and loved him. Someone who'd always be there for him come hell or high water. Someone who he loved in return, and surely, that was the best feeling in the world.

  I raised my eyes to look up at James and felt my heart both full to the rim yet empty at the same time. I loved James, I knew that, but my love was unrequited. That was okay for me, for now at least. It was enough for me to be this close to him, to have him make love to me, to feel him against me and savor the small affection I received from him. Deep down, however, I knew I wanted more, and I wondered if I'd ever get to feel this wonderful thing called love like Andy was experiencing.

  I smiled sadly at the thought as I raised myself up and stood on tip-toes. I pleadingly, joyfully offered my face to James. We were close, and I could feel the warmth of his breath fanning my skin. Slowly and eagerly, I searched for his kiss, for his love.

  James seemed to understand my wanton desire and chuckled with amusement. Slowly, as though he were savoring the moment, as though he were prolonging the inevitable, he lowered his head toward me.

  My lips found his, and I kissed him, slow and soft and gentle, pressing my flesh against his, inhaling his scent and licking his taste. Take me, I said internally. Love me, James. Please love me. I give you all my heart no matter that you're a dark, ruthless billionaire who lives in such a nefarious and dangerous side of the world that everyone deludes themselves into believing doesn't existed. A world where he killed without second thought. A world where his enemies surrounded him, where his life was in constant danger, and where his affection for me would also put my life in danger. I don't care because... because... I love you. I love you... Please... love me back.

  Chapter 21

  Mystic Spring

  Oh fuck! He was getting close. So damn close, and he was so fucking excited. Herbert Weston chuckled in excitement and anticipation as he stared at the one and only restaurant in the town of Mystic Spring.

  He inhaled deeply as he tried to calm the thrill that was coursing through his veins. Fuck! He couldn't wait to get a peek at Mia Donovan, his so-called niece. It had taken him two years to track her this far. That was a fucking long time, which of course involved a lot of his effort and time in the process on his part. Not to mention it had broken his marriage as well.

  Oh what the fuck! That marriage had already been broken the moment he had proposed to the damn woman who he had never loved anyway.

  Herbert had been obsessed the moment he'd first met with Mia Donovan all those years ago, when the girl had been a mere twelve-year-old, after her parents' accident. When he and his ex-wife had first become her and her brother's guardians. Why? Because she looked and acted just like her mother, Rose, the woman he'd never stopped loving. Yes, Rose was his first love and would always be his only love. It was unfortunate she was already engaged to Michael Donovan by the time he'd met with her. She had already been snatched away before he even had the chance.

  But not ever again. He was in love with Mia Donovan now, and he wasn't going to lose her like he did Rose.
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br />   His thoughts drifted to the girl's glossy dark hair and pale skin. Instantly, he was turned on, and his cock hardened in eagerness.

  "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Just a little longer, Mia. Uncle will find you and make you mine."

  He had waited for so long, hadn't he? He had touched her, caressed her, and stroked her beautiful, soft young skin. Yet, he could never go any further than that. He had wanted to wait until she was ripe for the picking. He had waited until she was eighteen, and only then, he had promised himself, only then will he fuck her.

  But he had been too late. The little slut had run off from home with her brother, Andy, when she turned sixteen. Of course, his ex-wife had known and couldn't even bother to stop them, the stupid bitch. She had known he'd loved Mia and did things to her, but she refused to utter a word, which was a blessing for him.

  He closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

  A few moments later, he got out of the car and headed into the restaurant. His mission was to find Mia's address, and then...

  Oh sweet Jesus, he was going to have the time of his life fucking her to his heart's content. Shit! He hoped she was still a virgin. Then he'd be the first to enter her sweet pussy. He chuckled at the thought as he made his way through the door, his feet light and a big smile plastered on his face.

  Part 4: Entwined

  Chapter 22

  Mia

  It was nearly noon by the time I woke up. James had left for work once he'd had his way with me very early this morning. I, on the other hand, was too exhausted from his deep, enthusiastic thrusting to get up for the day. After James had tenderly given me a departing kiss, I eagerly returned to sleep, falling into a deep slumber in an instant.

  Now fully awake, I felt cold and empty without the billionaire beside me. It was as if there were something missing in my life. Of course, there was also the fact that I had wanted to talk to him last night. If not before that overwhelming wonderful sex session we'd had, then after. But then again, I had no time before he'd started his seduction, or after for that matter, as by then, I'd been exhausted. The passion between us had really exerted my strength, and I'd fallen asleep as soon as James cradled me in his arms and my eyes were closed.