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Chained To You: A Maxwell Novel

All right, I have no idea why I started writing this story, but heck I did start and now I somehow have to finish the damn thing. It began one day when I got bored of writing 3rd POV type books and wanted to try my hands on 1st POV, and hence, Chained To You: A Maxwell Novel was born.

I’m hoping to get this book done and completed, and of course, published on Amazon, Apple iBooks, Barnes and Noble, Google, Kobo, and Smashwords by October (Fingers Cross!).

It’s HOT and STEAMY and SEXY! Yes, all those. And to be honest, I’ve used words I have never used before in this book. Goodness it makes me blush writing and reading those words. But I have to use them to show the character, particularly James Maxwell, because he’s tough and rich and a bad boy and he uses a lot of F word. But I love him because he’s just that type that you’re afraid of because he’s so far out of this world and yet dream of having as your own.

You can totally tell by the book cover at just how hot this novel is going to be. Well, I hope so anyway.

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So without further ado, I shall post an excerpt here for everyone to enjoy. And I do hope you will like, buy, and share it with your friends when it comes out in October ^_^

PLEASE NOTE: This excerpt is not yet edited. Expect some grammar, punctuation, and spelling mistakes.

 

CHAINED TO YOU (A Maxwell Novel)

CHAPTER 4

MIA POV

“I messed up his room,” I murmured to myself. I glanced at that king sized bed with the expensive duvet cover set of grayish blue and black, and felt a delicious shiver passed down my spine. Then I turned my attention to the floor. My ripped clothes were everywhere. I sighed and proceed to find a pair of jeans and t-shirt that was still intact to wear. No such luck, of course.

I was midway of pulling my ripped t-shirt on when three knocks came at the door. I quickly pulled the rest of the thin gray material down my body and said, “Come in.”

The door cracked opened and Ms. Lane silently entered. She stood straight as she faced me, her hands clasped before her as she addressed me. “Are you ready to see Mr. Maxwell?”

If wearing a ripped jeans and t-shirt without a bra—because that very last one lying on the floor was torn beyond repair and unwearable—was ready, then yes, I was as ready as I could be to face the billionaire whom my brother owed two million dollar to, the man who had seen me naked, with my backside in the air facing him.

I murmured a ‘yes’ followed by a nod of my head.

“Follow me,” she said and turned on her heel, expecting me to follow her like she expected a lower staff member to follow her order to perfection.

The moment Ms. Lane knocked and then opened a door a few moments later, my heart skipped a beat. When she stepped aside to let me in, I hesitated. I was suddenly shaking, and I knew I had to get a grip of myself. This was what I was here for. To negotiate for my brother’s release.

I took a deep breath when Ms. Lane nudged me to hurry up by saying, “He’s waiting.”

Before my nerves got any worse, I took a step in and then another.

Standing before me was the gorgeous Mr. J Maxwell. He had his arms folded across his chest and his backside resting slightly on the edge of the study desk. He looked relaxed and casual, but the very sight of him took my breath away. It annoyed me that he should have such strong, inexplicably powerful impression on me.

The moment my eyes met his, a gasp escaped my lips. I felt uncomfortable, and was very aware that my breasts and nipples were jutting out against the thin material of my ripped t-shirt. I really do hoped he didn’t notice.

“Sit,” he said, nodding at the chair before him.

I hesitantly did as he commanded. Yes, there was nothing else in his tone of voice but command. He had that magical aura within him, that self-confidence that had the power to take charge, shout out orders, and give command. Indeed, people would bid, follow, and do his every words. Even the little beast named Alfie was quiet on the other side of the room, snuggling itself cozily as it watched me with its beady eyes.

I gazed up at him, not knowing how to proceed. Yes, he had requested— No!  Demanded I be presence here before him, along with his expected two millions. Well, all I had was three hundred bucks.

He leaned forward and began. “I was expecting someone much older.”

“I’m twenty-three,” I said sternly. “I’m old enough. Where’s my brother?”

He ignored my demanded question. “You father allow you to come here knowing my reputation?”

Reputation? I knew nothing of his reputation. His rhetorical question, however, planted a seed of apprehension within my mind. Of course I had dreaded coming here and facing him about the two million dollars. But now that he mention his reputation, I wondered if I’d be able to walk out of here alive.

However, the sudden turn in subject about my dad got me angry. This showed in my voice, which was tremoring, along with my pissed off face, which was red and stern.

“My father died eleven years ago in a car accident, along with my mother. The only person Andy has is me, his older sister.”

He raised a brow at me, as if he found my tragic back story rather bland and uninteresting, like he had heard of that particular story a hundred times before. I’ll admit it was rather a common back story, but when it happen to you, when every possible shit you could imagine of got thrown at you, then it wasn’t such a common back story any more.

“Where’s my brother?” I asked again, trying very hard to calm myself, trying hard not to jump to conclusion that this hot Mr. J Maxwell had already executed Andy with a bullet to Andy’s handsome head.

He looked at me long and hard. “I applause your brother and his friends, Ms. Donovan,” he said, easing his arms from the cross position and resting them casually on the edge of the desk. “They’ve managed to cheat two million out of me.” He leaned forward, his eyes sharp on me, his face so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, which both pleased and unsettled me at the same time.

“And trust me, I rarely allow anyone to cheat me.”

He flashed me a dark smile that made me want to run and hid and at the same time made me want to kiss him. It was a stupid desire, of course, and I had never felt like that toward any man before. I felt like I actually want to throw myself at him and let him do exquisite, unspeakable things to me. Things that were frowned upon. Things people didn’t talk about outside the bedroom. Things a virgin like me had never had experience of.

“So?” he asked softly, drifting his eyes slowly to my breasts and then back to my face. “What will you do? You look like a resourceful young woman.” He flashed a grin at me that would have made any woman spread her legs wide for him. It didn’t me. It made me want to punch the mirk off his face because he was implying something that hurt my pride with the looks in his eyes and the meaning behind his words.

“You’re here to negotiate for your brother’s release, then let’s do it. The closing date is Friday this week, Ms. Donovan. Two million, cash. I get my money, you get your brother back.”

I was so tense that when he suddenly touched my cheek, I jumped in my seat.

“What if I don’t… don’t get the two million?” And in my mind, I shouted, ‘How the heck do I get two million?’ There was no way that was possible. I made $14.75 an hour and I worked seven days a week to make ends meet. So how the heck would I be able to make two million in two days?

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way, Ms. Donovan,” he said, drifting his eyes from my face to my breasts again, his fingers caressing my cheek.

Heat rushed to my face as the meaning of his words drummed deep into my mind.

“I don’t fuck men for money!” I said through gritted teeth. I had never used the word ‘fuck’ in the open before. I reserved that severely execrable word for dire situation, but he left me no choice. His assumption of my characters pissed me off, and I couldn’t control myself. Oh, I could have kept my mouth shut like I had always kept my mouth shut, allowing everyone to bully and harass me, giving everyone permission to walk all over me because that was what I had been told by my aunt and uncle that was what good girls do. My so-called friends in high school, who were no longer my friends, thought I could never fit in because I was too shy and quiet and didn’t know how to dress right. They felt the need to remind me of my shortcoming whenever they thought I deserved it. My aunt and uncle thought I was will-full, wild, and stupid and that I wouldn’t amount to anything. They told me they had done their best with me, teaching me and conforming me to be proper like them by slapping me and whipping me with a belt whenever they thought I needed the discipline. ‘Get your head out of the cloud and stop wasting your money and time reading those useless books,’ they had always told me. But those wonderful books had got me out of the real, harsh world. It had kept me sane and made me happy, at least for a few hours. Then there was my boss, of course, who thought I was a worthless employee and condemned me to do all the dirty jobs, never missing an opportunity to criticize the small details. My colleagues kept bickering and backstabbing me when they were the one who got the better pay and doing less. In the last few years, these harassment and bullying had gotten worse, especially at work, and I had to decide that it was enough. I had decided that I didn’t want anyone to walk over me anymore. So I had learnt how to stand up for myself, to talk back, speak out, and demand attention.

Thus, to not speak what was in my mind now would certainly tell this Mr. J Maxwell that I was timid and juvenile as he had so assumed my character to be, and hence, concluded that I was incapable of finding him the two million dollar. Heck, I knew in my gut that I couldn’t find that two million in a short two days, but I would not give him the satisfaction that his postulation of me was right.

“Is that all you rich arsehole ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?”

I knew I was stepping on thin ground, but I couldn’t help myself. I had no idea how one dealt with a billionaire like this Mr. J Maxwell. I knew suddenly and with trepidation, however, that I was doing it wrong the moment I saw the dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features. I tensed, waiting for his aggressive reaction to come. Shit! I knew that he’d either slap me or call his security guard and let them bash me good whilst he watch, with enjoyment of course. That was what these billionaire do, don’t they? I saw it in movies and dramas. Because they could get away with anything.

When I saw him narrowing his eyes at me and a slight sneer appeared about his lips, I knew I didn’t have to wait long to see my imagination unfold before my eyes, with me as the victim.

“Well, do you have a price tag, Ms. Donovan,” he said chillingly softly. “Everybody does.”

His words stung, but I didn’t have time to think of a reply when at lighting speed, his face was right in front me and his hand was wrapped around the back of my head. I gasped at his firm grasped of me, knowing suddenly that I was imprisoned in his arms and that I wouldn’t be able to run away. Then I felt the hotness of his lips crushed against mine. I panicked, and at the back of my mind, I knew that even if he were to do what I feared most and take me without my permission and I screamed, no one would help me. Even so, I tried my best to push him back, but the feel of his warmness and his lips against mine was wonderfully and deliciously intoxicating.

He traced his hot tongue across my lips, causing an exquisite pleasure to soar through my whole body. Then he somehow managed to expertly slip his hot, expert tongue into my mouth and invaded me. I shuddered deliciously. A groan escaped my lips as he stroked and caressed his tongue against mine, playing a small battle of tongue fight with me that I became breathless and my body squirmed in a frenzy of heated pleasure.  At the same time, however, I was actually fighting him to release me, my puny fist shoving at his massive chest, which was of course, to no avail.

Oh God! Oh God! I was being ravished by a hot billionaire, and I was turned on. My body, weak and frantic and quivering, was responding to his intense kiss, even though my head screamed for me to get a hold of myself as he continued to enrapture me.

When he finally moved back, I was heaving and breathless, my whole body shaking. My heart was pumping so fast and so loud within my chest that I was sure he, too, could hear the noise. My head felt light and just that little bit dizzy.

He still had his hand wrapped behind my head as I stared up at him, panting, my breasts rising and falling, my lips red and sore from his wonderfully brutal treatment. He didn’t at all looked as though he was affected by the kiss. His breathing was even, though his eyes was darker with a hot blue fire like I had seen when I had been naked and met his gaze in his bedroom only some minutes past.

He was stroking my lower lip now. I wanted him to stop, because it was dully aching, and yet, I wanted him to continue on caressing.

“Are you a virgin?”

The question took me by surprised, and I shoved his hand away from me.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked. “What the heck if I am? Is it a crime to be a virgin at twenty-three?” I stood, shoving the chair back in the process. If there was any certainty at all, I’d be a virgin for the rest of my life because I knew I wasn’t going to settle down with just any man. Then again, I had also been certain that I was never going to let any man kiss me either, unless he was the right one—that gentle, caring man who loved me to the deep of my bone, like the way Dad had loved Mum, like the way Dad had cherished Mum. This man—this Mr. J Maxwell—was nothing like that. He was arrogant and brutal, and what happened a moment ago had changed the fact that I had never been kissed.

My head held high, I said haughtily, “Trust me, I’ll get that two million by Friday. Somehow, someway.”

Turning on my heel, I headed to the door.

“Two million. Five years.”

My legs halted, and I turned to look at the handsome man who had just gave me the most amazing kissed. “Excuse me?”

He moved just a little, easing his hands into the pocket of his trouser. “Two million. Five years. It’s a contract.”

I stared at him, long and hard, my heart pumping loud and fast within my chest. “What contract?”

“The one I’m offering you.” He cocked his head to one side as he gazed at me. “Interested?”

I hesitated. Two million. Five years. For me? For Andy’s freedom?

I narrowed my eyes and said slowly, “What type of work are you offering me?”

A slight smile cracked on the side of his face, and I knew. “You’re a fucking bastard!”

Tears started brewing in my eyes and hurt within my heart, I reached for the door handle. Sick! Just plain sick!

I cracked the door open and was about to run off, when suddenly, I felt myself being pulled by the arm and spun round. Dizzy and breathless at the sudden change in orientation, I gazed at the broad chest before me as the door clicked shut and my back was thrust against it.

My gaze drifted up to the stern face above me, and before I could gasp out at the raw fire I saw within those Prussian blue eyes, firm lips crushed against mine as I felt warm fingers dug deep into my hair.

I whimpered as he kissed me long and hard, thrusting his tongue against mine, stroking and caressing and licking and playing that made me breathless and squirm with a sense of hunger for more and to be satiated. I was gone. My head was swimming in this deep pool of sensation and my being was floating in midair, surrounded with a flood of warm aura.

His hand moved down to my breast and cupped it, feeling the soft flesh against the thin material of my t-shirt. I gasped and groaned in response, and my breasts became hard and engorged, sensitive at his slightest touch.

When he thrust his muscular thigh between the softness of my legs, my core burnt and twisted, crying for the need to be filled with his hard rod. It was the moment that brought me back to reality.

This shouldn’t go any further. Thus, I blinked and shook my head as I tried to shove him off me. He retaliated by increasing the firmness of his grip on me. When I tried even harder, he had one hand at the smallness of my back and hoisted me up until I was riding his thigh. I freaked out because the action and position increased the twisting and burning needs of my core, the craving for his rod and for him to simply ravish me, take me, and do so in every which way that pleased him. Oh God! I could feel the hardness of his shaft against me, and my body responses by turning weak, trembling with a heat to be filled that it shocked me to my center.

My mind, however, refused to summit to his sexual seduction. It was then that he let go of my lips. Instead, his hot mouth moved to lick the sensitive spot near my ear. My whole body was shuddering as he whispered, “You definitely worth two million. I’d fuck you every night.”

I caught my breath at his words, and felt weak and aroused. I was reduced to a wanton wench.

Slowly, he eased his thigh between my legs and lowered me to the ground. With his face touching mine and lips caressing my cheek, he said slowly and softly, “Make up your mind. Two million. Five years. Your brother will go free. You have until Friday morning.”

He moved his body back though his hand still trapped me between him and the door. Panting, I watched him as he was staring at me, his eyes intense.

“What are you still doing here?” he suddenly snapped.

I heard the frustration and anger in his voice, but how could I move if he was still trapping me there? He was a brick wall, and I was a puny thing. Furthermore, my legs couldn’t move. They were paralyzed into numbness.

My body stiff, he pulled me by the arm, closer to him. I could feel the whole length of him, of his muscularly tone body and of his hard rod pushing against his pants, against my belly. I squirmed with a flare of sexual heat at the feel of his bulge, evident of his hunger and desire for me.

“Or have you decided already?”

I blinked and hesitantly shook my head.

He cupped my face firmly so that I had no choice but to look up at him.

“You know how fucking tempting you are, sweet heart?” he said. “If you don’t want me to throw you on the floor and fuck you hard out now—leave!

I got the message loud and clear. I pulled myself free from his enchanting incarceration and turned my back to him. My hands at the door, I tried to turn it open. When it didn’t budge, I whispered, “The door.”

I felt him taking a deep sigh, as if it was very painful for him to suddenly let me go. Then slowly and reluctantly, he eased his hand from the door.

I pulled it opened and slipped out, racing down the hall, heart pumping loud and fast and tears blinding my eyes.

My heart was still racing from the short, hot, intense, stupefying experience when I sprint down the grand stairs. I was at the base and was about to leave when Ms. Lane appeared before me. Her expression was once again clam and stern.

“Your backpack,” she said tonelessly, handing me my belongings.

I got a hold of myself and murmured, “Thanks.”

With my stuff back, I ran out the door and down the long driveway. I didn’t stop running until I reached the gate, until I was sure I was far away enough from Mr. J Maxwell, the man who had hotly kissed me and wanted to ravish me. The man who made me squirm under his touches and made me wanted my core to be filled with his hard shaft. The man who reduced me to nothing but a wanton wench. It was only then did I collapse on the grass and allow the tears to flow down my cheeks and the hunger and craving to be ravished and filled by the man with beautiful Prussian blue eyes, the man named Mr. J Maxwell,  to consumed me.

* * * * *

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Happy reading ^_^

Alexia

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4 thoughts on “Chained To You: A Maxwell Novel

  1. Dammit, it’s too good…the plot is beautifully written, just like a twist in a Japanese manga;)

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