Chained to the Billionaire

William

Fuck! He wanted to make her happy, wanted to tell her how much he loved her, wanted to show her how much she meant to him. No matter how hard he tried, however, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Yeah, William Bosworth was a ruthless, arrogant billionaire with the face and demeanor of an archangel, and he was more than a little screwed in the head where love and relationships were concerned. Especially for Savanah White, his lifesaver three years ago and now his pet toy. William couldn't shake the sense that there was this sad darkness within Savanah that refused to let go as he watched her eating her dessert. She feared him, he knew that. But seriously, what girl wouldn't fear a billionaire who had just bought her as a pet for five million dollars and fucked her on a daily basis in every which way a perverted mind could ever imagine? More importantly though, he knew that sad darkness was rooted in her childhood and her stepmother, a gambling- addicted bitch who had drugged and sold Savanah off at the black market auction for prostitution.

Jesus! If he hadn't kept tabs on Savanah. If he hadn't happened to return to Las Vegas and attend the auction that night, Savanah would have been in some sick bastard billionaire's hands.

Fine! He was a sick bastard billionaire too. He was possessive. He was arrogant. He toyed with his life and put more people in the hospital in a fight than he could count. Not to mention the number of bastards he had killed since he began his reign as the head of the Bosworth Group. Yes, he made Savanah do things in bed that rotted her innocent mind and bruised her soft, porcelain skin. He made her cry out in orgasm and beg him for more. William knew he wasn't a good man, but he loved Savanah White to the deepest part of his soul. He'd keep her by his side and protect her until he ceased to breathe and exist on this earth.

Yes. He'd protect her, but it was ironic, wasn't it? That he couldn't protect her from himself. If only he could utter those words I love you to her to ease her mind. If only he could tell her that those things he was doing to her, unconventional and perverted as they may be, was out of his love. It was just his nature, his way of living, of being the dominating bastard. He was brought up to be a leader and to control people. Obedient from his subordinate was a must, and in bed, it was no different.

William watched Savanah put the dessertspoon down. His eyes lingered on her lips when she stared up at him.

"I'm full," she said.

She hadn't eaten much, he thought. She needed to increase her appetite. He decided he'd need to talk to the chef back at the penthouse about specific menus for her meals. She was a little on the thin side for his liking, and he worried about her health.

"So," he said, cocking his head to one side. "Where did you meet Mia?"

He noted a full blush appearing on her lovely cheeks the moment he questioned her. Fuck, he thought, this girl was beautiful. Instantly he remembered the dazed look last night when she came with his cock deep inside her tight pussy. Her emerald-green eyes were glistening like the gemstone itself while her cheeks were in full blush and her lips blood red.

"How...how did you know?" she asked, tucking her long hair behind her ear. She had always done that when she was nervous. It was her habit, and he found it rather cute.

Savanah stared down at her hand on her lap and asked, "Did the bodyguard tell you?"

William chuckled. He leaned forward and caressed her cheek in adoration. "I don't solely rely on my men. I have my own eyes and ears too. You were talking to her on your way out of the restroom. You got a text from her?"

She flicked her eyes to him in pleasant surprise. "Oh." She blushed and shyly smiled at him. "I met her at the mall today, and yes, I got a text from her. She's very nice, William. We're going to be friends."

William's heart skipped a beat at the lovely smile and then ached something sorely. Oh fuck. It was fucking painful being in love and not voicing it.

Fuck! Then he'd show it instead. He leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. She was soft and warm and tasted of cream and chocolate. She was delicious. He was about to plunge his tongue into her mouth and charged forward when he felt her pushing him back, her small hand about his brick wall of a chest.

Normally, he'd have his way and advance forward, but today he obliged her protest.

Savanah stared long and hard at his chest, at the dark-blue tie resting there as she said, "We're in the restaurant."

He laughed. "You're shy all of a sudden. I'll change that when we're out of here."

He felt her shiver at his words, and he was more than pleased.

"Come on," he said, eager to taste all of her. So fucking eager to pound his cock into the deepest part of her.

He took her hand and led her out toward the stairs that'd lead them out of the restaurant.

"Wait," Savanah said breathlessly. "Wait, William. Slow down. I can't walk that fast in these heels."

He laughed. "Sorry, sweetheart," he said, slowing his pace a little to accommodate her.

Savanah was indeed grateful for his consideration. At the same time, however, she was more than a little nervous at the prospect of what was about to happen once they had gotten back to the penthouse.

He'd be making love to her again, she knew. Instantly her heart raced and her tummy fluttered. It had only been two weeks, hadn't it, when he had first took her virginity? When he made her scream in pleasure and yet cry in pain at the same time.

On their way back in the car, she wondered yet again where she'd be now if her stepmother hadn't drugged her that night and put her up for auction at that underground market selling girls into prostitution. What if William hadn't happened to be there? Why was he there in the first place?

It had been a shock to find out that the guy you had saved and had fallen for three years ago turned out to be a billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas and its underground business world. Worse yet when you realized he bought you for five million as a mistress, a pet of sorts for his amusement.

Savanah sneaked a peek at the man beside her, driving the sports car. She marveled at his angelic form and wondered yet again why he'd buy her and keep her at his side of all the beautiful girls he had met. Surely there'd be numerous women waiting impatiently for his approval to be by his side? As far as she knew, she was his first and only mistress and pet. Sure, he had flings here and there; she knew that. What billionaire didn't?

An abrupt turning of the car followed by a sudden halt made Savanah gasp in fright. Her heart was racing as she looked about her in confusion. She noted that they were in a small corner of a street within the city. In the distance, vehicles flew by and people were going about their nightlife.

William switched off the engine and turned to her. Savanah noted that his eyes were dark when he said, "Stop looking at me like that."

"What?" she asked, confused.

He smiled darkly. "You're begging me to continue, sweetheart."

Savanah's body went weak all of a sudden. "I wasn't begging," she said softly.

William moved toward her and kissed her on the lips. Savanah sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the taste, smell, and touch of the man she loved to the deepest part of her soul, the man she knew was so stubborn and cold that she knew no matter how warm and deep her love was for him, she could never reach him. This was enough, she told herself. At least she was with him, receiving his kisses and his touches and the pleasure he gave her. Those were her beautiful moments, and she'd cherish them.

When he moved his head back, she whispered, "William? Not here. We're in the car."

He wasn't listening to her, however, as he moved his lips down her throat, kissing and licking her sensitive skin. He peeled down the collar of her dress and cupped his hand about her breast.

Savanah gasped. "No, William. You can't. Not here. Please."

"Shh... Be a good pet."

He slipped his hand in between her legs and applied pressure against her pussy.

Savanah groaned and clung to him for dear life. Her whole body shuddered in delicious sensation as he continued to stroke her down there.

"William," she groaned softly. "Oh, William."

William kissed her again passionately, his tongue playing havoc with her.