Chapter 23: Vol. 2: Captivated - Chapter 23
Mia
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 my 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 suddenly. “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 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 naïvely.
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’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, his tongue wild and demanding, thrusting against me so hard I couldn’t breathe.
“Ngh… Mmm…” I groaned. “J-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 fascinated by it. Then 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. 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! 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.
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…”
He plunged his tongue into my mouth and wildly devoured me. I tried to deflect him, but it was no use.
“Ngh…” I groaned again and again.
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 his hand 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 inappropriate, painful things to me?
I gasped, and my body shook in a cold sweat. What had James Maxwell done to me? He had turned me into a wanton 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 proceeded 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 writhe beneath him, my whole body in a frenzy of heat.
Then I felt him roughly pulling my jeans down my legs. I had a vague feeling my panties wouldn’t be far behind. I was right, and he ripped the thin material from me, pulling it to shreds. He looked as though he enjoyed it very much, destroying my clothing and seeing bits and pieces of the material clinging to my skin here and there.
By this point, of course, I was too mindless to be pissed with him about my last pair of undies. I could no longer control my own body. I could no longer control my own thoughts. Whatever his command, both my mind and body obeyed without resistance.
I laid there in that very wanton position, naked and waiting to be pleasured by the billionaire.
James lifted one of my legs, and before I knew it, he thrust into me. I gasped the instant I felt that hot, large shaft intimately inside me, burrowing its way deeper.
He was rough and wild, hammering in and out of me unrelentingly as he held on to me tight to keep me imprisoned within his embrace.
“Oh God…,” I muttered. “J-James…” My body coiled and burned every time he pushed into me. I couldn’t breathe properly. I gritted my teeth as I stared at him, as my body moved along with his rough rhythm.
He, too, was staring down at me. I noted his dark, intense gaze, the fervent need for release. My whole body shook at the realization of how much this man obsessively wanted me. That game we had played earlier must have built up the fanatical passion within him, the fervid craving, so much so that his need for sex was stronger and wilder.
Oddly enough, I found I loved that. I loved that he was wild and rough with me. I loved that he wanted me so much it made me feel like I was his prize.
He must have seen the spark in my eyes, and he chuckled darkly. It was as if he couldn’t control himself any longer and eagerly crushed his lips against mine. As he madly kissed me, his thrusting became faster and more powerful.
Suddenly, he let my lips go. “Mia…” he muttered. “Fuck! Mia!” he said through gritted teeth.
“J-James! I’m gonna come…” I groaned, and then I did, long and slow as I writhed beneath him as my world shattered and darkened. My whole body tensed and then twisted in a coil of burning heat, and suddenly, I was breathless.
When I opened my eyes, James was watching me, a dark look in his eyes. Then, slowly, he smiled.
I blinked, still breathing heavily.
James flipped me over so I lay on top of him. I was so exhausted I couldn’t move. He wrapped one arm around me and chuckled.
I couldn’t find anything that was amusing and wondered why he chuckled. If this happened every day, I was pretty sure I was going to expire in no time. He’d need to find himself a new mistress. I wouldn’t last five years. But of course, I couldn’t allow myself to perish sooner than the expected timeframe.
I really had to have a word with him about our sex routine and tone it down.
He seems awfully happy and full of energy after such laborious sex, I thought in irritation. But as tired as I was, I couldn’t tell him off about that either. Hence, I closed my eyes.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone