Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (10 page)

CHAPTER NINE

In the morning, Julian and I get dressed, and have a Turkish breakfast in our mansion’s garden surrounded by the colorful flowers and trees and stunning waterfront view. Julian is wearing a button-down dark blue Dolce & Gabbana shirt, dark-washed jeans and a black diamond encrusted Hublot watch. I am wearing white shorts with a simple black top and my black Chanel bag.

Julian has hired a private tour guide to show us around the main attractions in Istanbul. Although Julian has pretty much been everywhere and seen
all the major cities of the world, he still hasn’t seen absolutely everything yet.

We have our
private driver drop us off at a designated point where we meet with the tour guide. My body instantly tenses up when I see the tour guide—an extremely pretty woman in her early thirties. She has a full bust, waist-length, dark, brown hair, full lips, defined cheekbones and vivid blue-violet eyes. I know that some Turkish woman are very beautiful and she is a real stunner.

She smiles sweetly
at Julian and then acknowledges me with a quick glance and friendly smile. I observe Julian and he seems completely unaffected by her beauty.

She
first takes us to see the Blue Mosque. We marvel at its six minarets and the thousands of tiles that cascade a sea of blue over the building’s interior of classical Ottoman architecture.

We see
a museum that showcases Ottoman- and Byzantine-era artifacts. We admire the architecture and browse the historical exhibits with our guide.

W
e continue on to another museum, where we glance at collections of ornamentation that once belonged to the city’s 15th-century sultans and harems.

The tour guide acts very professional and knowledgeable, ex
plaining everything in detail. However, I see a glimmer in her eye every time she looks at Julian that tells me she finds him attractive and she can probably see that he is loaded by his expensive-looking watch and clothing.

We c
ontinue to Istanbul Hippodrome, seeing the granite Egyptian obelisk, and the tour guide tells us how the site once represented the center of the city’s sporting and political life.

We
visit Basilica Cistern that lies beneath the city of Istanbul. The tour guide eyes Julian every so often. I feel myself get extremely jealous and possessive even though Julian takes no notices of her. I take ahold of Julian’s hand as we walk through and look at the Basilica Cistern. When I catch her eye, I give her the look that says,
he’s mine, back off bitch.

I’m
most likely more jealous than most women are over their men, but then again I am married to an insanely handsome, wealthy, powerful, alpha male, who treats me like a queen. He also happens to have fantasies that not all women would be interested in playing out. I observe the pretty, but sweet-looking tour guide and smirk to myself—
she has no clue
. Naturally, anyone meeting us wouldn’t have a clue about our past and our present: rapine and ravishment.

For our last stop t
he tour guide takes us through the Grand Bazaar. It’s a huge open-air marketplace comprising nearly sixty streets and thousands of shops. The tour guide takes us through the colorful and chaotic bazaar to look at the shops offering jewelry, leather, pottery, and spices. We don’t purchase anything as there is nothing that catches my eyes. The tour finishes off by heading back to central Istanbul.

Julian and I head to dinner at the top restaurant in the city. We have a table reserved for us on the
outdoor rooftop terrace of a restaurant that offers breathtaking views of Istanbul and the glittering water of the Bosphorus Strait.

I take in the fresh air and I savor the artfully prepared Turkish food. Julian and I are smiling as we discuss our travels so far.
I feel so happy at this moment in time and I am so thrilled for what’s to come with Julian.

We finish dinner and Julian orders us the best red wine they have at the restaurant. We click glasses and watch the sky turn orange and yellow as the sun begins to set over the water.

The lower the sun sets, the deeper-colored orange the sky gets. When the sun has completely disappeared from the sky, the deep orange color continues to darken, and the buildings, mosques, and pillars of the city are shaded in black. To me, this is just another city, watching another magical sunset with the love of my life.

In the morning, we arise early, and
get into a private jet to head to next destination. I decide to sit by the window as I hold Julian’s hand.

We are heading to Mykonos, Greece.
We are both dressed in all white, suitable so for a trip to Greece. I’ve never seen Julian wear white, and I probably never will with the exception of a vacation in Greece. It’s a pleasant surprise. His azure blue eyes and dark tan really pop while wearing all white.
God, he’s gorgeous.

I am wearing a long white dress with my white Hermès Birkin handbag and white pumps from Louis Vuitton.

I am excited to visit Greece and I am getting so used to this jet-setting lifestyle with Julian. I sometimes forget that there are a few dark secrets that lie beneath our happy, wealthy couple façade.

While we are about to land, I glance out the window and notice the picturesque view of the turquoise water surrounding the island of white-washed homes, colorful verandas, and maze-like streets.
The sky is so blue that you can’t see the separation of the sea and the sky.

I grip Julian
’s hand tightly and smile at him. He smiles back. He leans over and glances out to take in the view as we are landing. He kisses the side of my neck. “I love you.”

We are staying in Julian’s
waterfront ultra-modern, ultra-luxurious villa overlooking the sea. There is no live-in maid at this residence for upmost privacy. There is just once a week upkeep. The villa’s exterior and interior is all white with a large terrace that has a stunning infinity swimming pool with day beds and shaded pergola sitting area with white couches. There is also a large outdoor dining table to seat twelve.

As soon as we arrive, Julian tells me to relax on the terrace while he does some work. Julian sits
inside doing some work on his laptop while I lay on the daybed on the terrace in my white dress and shiny sunglasses, taking in some sun, enjoying the sea breeze, and feeling fabulous.

I have closed my eyes and I’m recalling some of the beautiful memories Julian and I have created so far.
How many countries have we visited so far? How much longer will this go on? Really, I could be on a deserted island with Julian and I would be happy. I love him so much.

Suddenly and unexpectedly I feel Julian’s hand cover my mouth just as I let out a surprised gasp. I pop my eyes open to see Julian hovering over me and
I see an erection pressed against his white pants.

He’s in rape
mode. He aggressively cradle lifts me from the daybed and carries me inside our Greek villa. He goes into our bedroom and throws me on the bed. This is not the first time and I know what I need to do.

“No, stop, please don’t,” I protest.
I’m loving the variety and spontaneity of sex with Julian and I could never get bored. Sometimes he forces me to surrender, sometimes he makes loves to me, and sometimes he ravishes me. I love each and every way equally.

Julian attacks me; he gets on top of me, pulls up my dress to my waist, rips off my panties
, unzips his pants and inserts his length inside me. I am already fully wet for him, so he slides in easily. No other man can produce such a quick responsiveness in me. He roughly begins to ravish me as I try unsuccessfully to push him off.

“Stop, get off me,” I cry out and this fuel
s Julian’s desire for me even stronger. He fucks me hard, raw, and fast and I’m loving every inch of him slamming into me.

I close my
eyes and let him take me. It’s carnal and passionate. He’s grunting and hissing loudly through clenched teeth as he fucks me, his sacks slap loudly against my rear end. I cry out shrilly with each thrust. His length, his speed, the way he hits and rubs my g-stop perfectly has me so close to my orgasm already.

“Say my name,” Julian commands.

“Julian,” I cry out in surrender.

“Louder,” Julian insists.

“Julian,” I cry out louder.

“Louder,” he yells.

“Julian.” I scream out.

“
Tell me you want it, tell me to fuck you,” he commands.
Force and surrender, now this is hot.

“Fuck me
,” I cry out, so close to my orgasm.

I open my eyes and find him staring down so fixated on my face. Those piercing, domineering blue eyes that I will never forget from the moment we met.

He looks into my eyes as he moves and I feel so taken. His eyes make me tremble inside and I know full well with the way he looks at me that I belong to him. Those eyes have such great power to make me feel like I have no other choice but to surrender to him.

I cl
ose my eyes again and enjoy him with my other four senses. I breathe in his manly, musky, spicy scent. I feel his skin against my skin as he moves his muscular, powerful body on top of me. I listen to our bodies smacking against each other in an animalistic manner. I kiss him, tasting his sweet lips and exploring his mouth with my tongue.

Of all my s
enses, I like to savor Julian most with my touch. I wrap my arms around his back and run my hands up and down, feeling the rock hard structural design of his back telling me everything I need to know about him: He’s powerful, strong, manly, alpha, dominant, disciplined, and divine.

He
fucks me brutally, savagely, and violently for a long time. My inside screams in pain and soreness, but I don’t ever want to tell him to stop.

S
uddenly, I orgasm just as Julian thrusts furiously and blows his load inside me. I savor the warmth of his liquid shooting up inside me. I am loving having a small part of him stuck inside me.

I pop my eyes open.
Per our usual post-sex routine, Julian cuddles me up to his chest and wraps his firm, muscular arms around me.
What time is it?
I’ve lost track of time.

“What time i
s it?” I mumble.

“We’ve been going for
an hour, if that’s what you wanted to know.”

Wow it went by so fast.

I wipe off a few small droplets of sweat from his broad chest. He’s so fit that it’s barely noticeable he just fucked me wild for an hour straight.

“I haven’t had to look at the tim
e since I’ve been with you and now I think I understand why you said women shouldn’t be aware of what time it is.”

“Oh really?” Julian challenges.

“You’ve completely swept me off my feet. I’ve lost track of time and I really don’t care to know.”

Julian tightens his arms around me.

“I’m so happy with you.” I murmur as I close my eyes.

“Y
ou’ve come to understand what I’ve told you in the beginning. I told you I wouldn’t let you down and I didn’t,” he says smugly. “So you now know what it means to be truly happy?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “To lose track of time.”

Julian chuckles. “Good enough. You’re getting closer.”

“Isn’t that what it means to be truly happy?” I ask, popping my eyes open
, lifting myself up and looking at Julian.

He look
s back at me, relaxed and happy, and smiles. “Yes,” he says indefinitely.

He brushes a few
stray strands away from my face, and traces his fingertip along the sides of my face. “You are so beautiful. Sometimes you take my breath away.”

Although Julian is savage, violent, and brutal during sex, he is tender, romantic and loving right after and it’s that combination that make
s him that much more fascinating to me.

I lift my finger
and trace the edges of his masculine jawline and lips. There’s something so incredibly intimate about gently touching another’s face; it requires trust and deep adoration.

Julian stares back at me, more softly now that he
normally does, and I can read in his eyes that he’s full attention is on me and no other woman. He’s captivated by me. I also come to understand how Julian reads me so well—nearly every emotion can be read through the eyes.

My
stomach grumbles and even though I don’t know what time it is, I’m sure it’s somewhere in the afternoon.

“Let’s have some lunch,” Julian suggests.

We head to a fabulous little Greek restaurant right by the sea. We enjoy the freshest seafood I’ve ever tried. It’s so mouth-watering and delicious. I barely look up from my plate to enjoy the view of the deep blue sea sparkling brightly with what look like specks of diamonds on the water illuminated by the sun.

After
lunch, Julian and I stroll hand-in-hand on Matoyianni Street which is full of cute little shops, pretty flowers, and cozy outdoor restaurants. It’s such a beautiful and traditional Greek island street that I’ve only seen in pictures but now get to see and experience.