Accidental Mistress

Accidental Mistress A Filthy Billionaires Novel Evelyn Austin Lexi Anderson snuck into my hotel room and slipped into my bed, thinking I was someone else… My first taste of her is explosive, and I immediately decide to make the naive, young college student mine, no matter the cost. Only then will she be under my control. Only then will she submit to me completely… But she doesn’t know my darkest secret, and if I have anything to do with it, she never will. Table of Contents Accidental Mistress Chapter 1 The Devil Himself Chapter 2 All Best Are Off Chapter 3 High Expectations Chapter 4 Point of No Return Chapter 5 Back For More Chapter 6 Surrender To Feel Free Chapter 7 Pure Sin Chapter 8 Hungry Eyes Chapter 9 Den of Iniquity Chapter 10 Beautiful Darkness Chapter 11 Princess’s Day Out Chapter 12 The Horniest Place on Earth Chapter 13 Sex and Fireworks Chapter 14 Not That Sort of Prince Charming Chapter 15 Too Good to Be True Chapter 16 An Adventure? Chapter 17 The Field Trip Chapter 18 Caught Chapter 19 Like A Man Possessed Chapter 20 Dazed and Confused Chapter 21 Into the Lion’s Den Chapter 22 No Boundaries. No Judgment Chapter 23 The Ties That Bind Chapter 24 A Room Full of Secrets Chapter 25 Fire and Ash Chapter 26 A Roofie Over My Head? Chapter 27 Russian Around Chapter 28 Defeat Chapter 29 Daily Reminders Chapter 30 Being Brave Chapter 31 His Princess Chapter 32 Submit Chapter 33 Gwen His Captive Mistress Copyright Chapter 1 The Devil Himself This is seriously crazy. My heartbeat is hammering in my throat as I stare out across the gathering in the private room section of a high-end Malibu restaurant Isca Dumnoniorum. The uber-rich elite of Los Angeles litter the place like shattered glass. And I’m here among them in a designer gown I splurged on with the help of my mom’s credit card. It’s tighter than I’m normally comfortable wearing—black with golden sparkles that accent the plunging neckline, revealing more than just a hint of my breasts. My God, the underwear I had to select specific to the dress was enough to buy a semester’s worth of graduate-level cryptography textbooks. Not that I’m budgeting these days, thanks to Mom and her guilt money. My date, David, slides his hand partway down my back as he guides me to a table and pulls out a chair. I smile up at him and angle myself so he gets a good view down my cleavage. I’m not normally so brazen—nor so obvious—but David and I have been dating on and off for about five months and I’m hoping this sexy dress, along with a few other tricks I have up my sleeve, will seal the deal with us. I’m angling for us to be exclusive, then, eventually, engaged. It’s all a part of my two-year plan. David takes his seat across from me and flashes me a fetching smile. He’s good-looking, young and successful. He’s got plush, dark-blond hair and light-blue eyes and a well-defined jaw. More importantly, for me… he’s perfect husband material. I bite my lip and smile back at him. He leans forward and touches my hand. “Thirsty?” I widen my smile so that my teeth show. “Parched.” He returns the smile. “I’ll be back, then.” I turn to watch him go, wishing he had the type of backside I could admire, but with so many other fantastic qualities, it would be greedy to ask for more. David reeks of stability, rationality, and he’s just what I need in my future. As he recedes from view, heading out to the refreshment table, I look around me. My eyes gravitate to the couple hosting the elaborate engagement party: my dear friend and, until recently, roommate, Maddy Swanson and her over-the-top gorgeous fiance, tech billionaire Evan Kohl. They are the picture of wealth, beauty and brilliance. My eyes rake Maddy’s pretty sparkly gown from head to toe, aching with envy. She has everything that I want. But I’ve always been a girl who’s gotten what she’s set her sights on, too. Am I not a student about to graduate from one of the most prestigious technical institutes in the country? I have everything my mother wishes she had. Yes, she has the looks and the body that makes men sniff after her wherever she goes. Not only have I inherited those things from her, but I also have smarts and determination that don’t let me settle for anything less than my perfect vision for the future. I’m so lost in my thoughts that it takes me a minute or two to become aware of a new presence sitting beside me at the table. I don’t look up from my phone, but I can smell his expensive cologne and I can feel his eyes on me. “Are you waiting for someone?” A British accent rolls off his tongue, smooth and sexy. Instinctively, I look up and into a pair of eyes, dark like midnight. For a minute, the air is caught in my throat and I can’t breathe. He’s gorgeous—at least six feet tall with dark, wavy hair, a strong, angular jaw and a chin dimple. But it’s his eyes I’m drawn to, mysterious pools of darkness. My heart pounds at my throat and temples, and I’m suddenly perspiring under my dress. The visceral reaction to this gorgeous specimen is powerful and immediate. He’s doing the same as me, checking me out. His gaze slowly rakes up my body and settles on my breasts, which are practically falling out of my dress. This is the sexiest dress I’ve ever worn, and I chose it specifically to tempt David into finally taking me to bed. I want to tease him, make him pant for me and then make me his lover. Make this a real relationship instead of an occasional pleasant date that doesn’t go anywhere beyond a little making out on