Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (4 page)

I’ve never felt this connect
ion with Derek but with Julian this growing connection is what is convincing me that Julian is my soul mate. I feel so increasingly convinced that if I were ever to be with Derek again, no matter what he did, I wouldn’t want to have sex him.

My love for Julian is so extreme
, that he takes up and consumes my heart and mind entirely and so completely that there is no room for another man. I hope Julian feels the same way about me.

I stand up and turn around to
face Julian, who smiles warmly. A wave of joy comes upon me. Julian grabs my hand and pulls me out of the hot tub. “Comes let’s take a shower and get ready for dinner.”

The wave of intense relaxation I feel makes my knees wobbly, and I hold onto Julian for support as I follow behind him into the large, glass shower with enough room for six people.

Julian runs the shower, and grabs a bottle of body wash. He rubs sufficient amounts of body wash on every part of my body, lathering it up with his hands, massaging it into my skin, and positioning me directly under the shower head, letting the water wash away the lather. I just stand there, savoring Julian’s firm hands all over me, thoroughly washing every part of my body.

When Julian
begins lathering my rear end, he spends extra time lathering and massaging, and I sense that’s one of his favorite body parts on me.

I grab the bottle of body wash
and place a blob of body wash into the palm of my hand. I smooth it over Julian’s broad shoulders, firm chest, and toned stomach—a defined eight-pack. I massage the body wash over him, lathering it up against his stomach, savoring the feel of his steel abdominal muscles.

I
suddenly feel so turned on and want him to take me again. I’ve become insatiable for Julian. I could fuck him all day long! If only this man didn’t have such incredible power to arouse me with everything he is and everything he does.

I look up into Julian
’s blazing eyes and I feel as if my heart stops. Julian eyes are such an intense, bright blue, and the look he gives me takes me back to the first day we met, to the first time we saw each other. I recall how ruthlessly he pursued me.

“I love
you,” Julian whispers. I melt at his words.

“I love you too,”
I respond, thinking about inviting him to fuck me again. I am already tingling down below, this time wanting him to take me in missionary so I can touch and savor the firmness of his muscular body as he moves on top of me and fucks me.

I finish lathering his stomach.
Julian moves directly under the shower head and the lathery soap is washed away, revealing his deeply tanned skin and muscles. I have a chance to admire his firm, toned body, glistening with wetness.

He
moves away from the water and lets me lather up his back. I work the body wash onto his upper and lower back and savor the feel of every bulge of muscle on his back. I am burning with desire for Julian.

A
s I smooth my hands along his back, an overwhelming feeling of love overtakes me, and I feel myself get emotional. I concentrate my lathering efforts on Julian’s upper back and realize that his powerful body must have taken years of strict training to build. He’s not bulky, just perfectly cut, toned, firm, and sculpted into the shape of a champion martial artist. I recall the day he fought for me against Derek with such skill and strength that I know I will always be safe with Julian.

Julian turns around to face me, position
s himself under the shower head and lets the water wash away the foam from his back. I stare at him in awe as the water drips off his angular, handsome face. He pulls me under the shower head and the pleasant warmth of the water drizzles on my shoulders and down my front and back.

Closing my eyes, I curl my arms around Julian’s
neck, and we kiss a long, soul-igniting kiss under the drizzle of the shower.
I am hooked.
I don’t ever want to let Julian go and I feel like standing here and kissing him forever.
I love Julian so much.
My heart is pounding with so much love.

Julian steps back, cups my face with his hands and
whispers, “I will protect you and never let anything happen to you.” A look of concern crosses his face, but I dismiss it as a sign of strong emotion. However, after a few minutes, I recall that Derek wants me back, and this thought is what may have crossed Julian’s mind.

I don’t know what
Derek is planning and what he is capable of doing. Derek is a very powerful man and he may use his many resources to find a way to me. Being a secret society member is the most powerful position for a man to have on this planet, with access to the best resources, the best contacts, the best of everything.

Even though the chances are slim that Derek knows where we are,
that look of concern on Julian’s face, tells me that there may be a possibility for Derek to find me. However, I relax knowing that he will have to fight Julian first to get to me and there’s no way Derek is winning because Julian is a much better fighter.

The one thing that concern
s me is knowing that if the fight between Derek and Julian does take place, it will be a very brutal and dangerous fight. I make a silent wish, hoping that it never occurs.

Julian
has already explained some of the rules of the secret society that him and Derek are allied to. Julian informed me about their “meetings” held in private locations in various parts of the world, where all the society members would gather and discuss how to better increase their power and wealth with disregard to how it affects the general population. Julian told me that all society members are completely under the radar and could basically kill with no consequences from the law. It sends a chill through me knowing that as wealthy and powerful as these men are, they can do and have anything they want.

So as
I gaze at Julian’s concerned face, I twist my lips, overcome by worry. “I wish Derek would just give up on pursuing me…find another girl…” my voice trails off. It’s hard for me to say it because after all he is the man I was engaged to, and the man I loved before I met Julian.

“You know that is
impossible from his standpoint.” Julian raises his eyebrow.

Derek showed his true colors when I talked to him on the phone a few weeks ago. Despite telling him
that I want to be with Julian, his anger raged over the phone, and he acted like he didn’t care what I want. I know his ego and pride will not let me go. Society members have gotten used to the fact that they can do whatever they want and have whatever they want.

As l
ong as Derek is alive, he will be in pursuit of getting me back, at whatever cost, even to the point of killing Julian if he has the chance. The thought sends a cold shiver down my spine.

Julian senses my
sorrow and lifts my chin up to meet his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m here to protect you with all my strength. You know I’m stronger. It not a problem for me to defeat him,” he whispers.

I look in
to Julian’s loving eyes. I feel like a girl in a movie.
Why couldn’t my romantic life be more simple and normal? Why couldn’t I just live happily ever after? Why this love triangle? Why this complicated mess?

“
Derek doesn’t love me the way you do,” I murmur.

“
Yes,” Julian responds. “And as I told you before, the first time I laid my eyes on you, I felt like you’re the one, you’re my soul mate, and I quickly discovered this to be true,” Julian says with great emotion in his eyes. “I would do anything for you. I would offer you the whole world, the whole universe if I could.”

It is so clear to me. Derek and Julian are like black and white. One man wants to possess me for true love, and the other man, wants to possess me for his pride. Derek may take great measures to obtain back his pride, the pride he lost when Julian took me from him.

I
also know which man I will love forever—my heart is owned by Julian. Although I loved Derek when I was with him, I was never in love with him like I am with Julian. Two very different types of love that can only be understood with experience.

CHAPTER FOUR

Julian is dressed up in a spectacular black bespoke suit. I am wearing a long, elegant, pink strapless dress by Elie Saab. We are seated for dinner at a restaurant that has glorious views of Whistler and Blackcomb Mountain. The classy and cozy restaurant has a sleek dark wood interior and an open fireplace.

Julian orders us
both tenderloin and a bottle of the best British Columbia red wine they have available. Julian is commanding, authoritative, and business-like with the waiter.

Our orders come quickly and
we hungrily devour our meal. Our appetite has increased due to the skiing and the alpine air. Once we finish eating, the waiter comes and clears our plates.

“Some dessert?” the waiter asks.

“That will be all,” Julian says cold and harsh. Julian acts as if he is important and wealthy—because he is.

W
e slowly sip our delectable, crisp red wine. Julian has his hand wrapped around my shoulders and holds me close. Every so often, Julian kisses me. I begin to feel very intoxicated and I think it’s the combination of my tiredness, Julian’s lips, and the red wine.

After dinner,
we go home to change into our bathing suits. We put on bathrobes and we head outside onto our terrace that has a fully-heated swimming pool.

We take off our bathrobes and as
we walk barefoot along the heated pool deck. My buzz fades quickly as the penetrating cold air blasts across my skin. Julian and I quickly dip into the steamy, pool, and soon the heated pool water warms up my entire body.

I take in the breathtaking view of the mountains surrounding us. It feels like a magical escape and my head s
pins as I recall just how fairy tale our honeymoon has been so far—from private islands, to topical resorts, to this winter vacation home.

Julian grabs
my waist, engulfing me with his body heat. He locks me in a blissful, tongue-twisting kiss. We stay locked for a good twenty minutes.

After all this
time spent with Julian, I can’t imagine living any other way. My old life with Derek seems so bleak and dreary. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but Julian.
I can’t live without him.
I break away from the kiss and gaze into Julian’s sparkling eyes, realizing he feels the same way that I do; he can’t live without me.

“You
are my everything,” he whispers, confirming my thoughts.

I suddenly recall that before dinner, Julian
said he will have his way with me tonight. Maybe this time Julian will reveal some of the dark fantasies that he has kept hidden from me for so long.

Although I know that Julian’s fantasies
have something to do with him wanting to ravish me, Julian has suggested that there is more to it, and that I may not accept. Nevertheless, I feel more than ready to do anything for Julian.

“So what are you planning on doing with me tonight
, honey?” I whisper into Julian ear.

H
e wraps his arms tightly around my body. “You’ll have to wait and see,” he whispers. He gazes into my eyes and smirks mischievously.

The maid approaches the edge of the pool
and asks if we’d like anything. Julian requests cocktails for us. She scampers away and quickly comes back with our cocktails, which she sets at the edge of the pool near us.

I take a sip of my
cocktail and look at Julian. He is gazing hard at me. I suspect he is thinking of all the things he wants to do to me. He embraces me possessively.

I thirsty gu
lp down the delicious cocktail as I stay locked in Julian’s arms and enjoy the feel of the cold winter air against my face and the warmth of the water against my body.

I
finish my cocktail and when the maid comes again, Julian asks for another cocktail for me. She scurries away and quickly comes back with my drink.

We exchange kisse
s between sips of our cocktails and gaze at each other, completely fixated on each other’s eyes, ignoring the world around us.

I finish my drink and Julian
orders me another. I already feeling really buzzed.

“I know your plan.” I smirk.

“What’s my plan?” Julian asks innocently.

“You’re trying to get me
good and drunk for tonight.”

“It will help you relax.” Julian smiles.
“You’re still a virgin in many aspects. I want to be the first and the last man to have my way with you.”

I giggle
and wave my index finger at Julian. “Bad boy,” I slur playfully.

Julian grins mischievously
. I feel Julian’s hard bulge rub up against my leg as he holds me tightly against him.

Julian finishes his second cocktail, as
usual pacing himself, and once I finish mine, he orders me another.

I wrap my arms around Julian’s neck and kiss
him savagely, longing to be fucked by him again.

“Fuck me,” I whisper seductively into Julian’s ear.

Jul
ian responds by roughly grabbing my rear end. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growls low with lust and aggression.

The
maid brings my drink. I suspect she knows what we are up to and she doesn’t say a word as she scurries away.

“
Why don’t you stop torturing yourself and have your way with me now?” I ask as I raise an eyebrow.

Julian’s eyes suddenly soften
. “You know it’s not just about the sex, it was never just about the sex.”

“
I know.” I smile sweetly.

“
Just seeing you smile satisfies me. Just knowing you’re happy is more than enough for me,” Julian says in an emotional tone.

I melt at his w
ords. I know his words are true but just like any man, even a man head over heels in love, he has sexual needs. Unlike most men, Julian has very dark fantasies.

Julian and I are relaxing in the living room. I am seated on the couch by the blazing, crackling fireplace. Julian pours me a glass of Krug 1928 champagne and hands it to me. I take a sip as I look into Julian’s glowing eyes. The taste of the champagne is very soothing, much like Julian’s kiss and his touch.

“Your unfiltered opini
on, Cheryl.” He smiles.

“Delicious,” I
respond.

“Glad you like it,” he whispers, wrapping
his arm around me.

We stare into the radiant fireplace for a while, just enjoying the moment
, sipping champagne, and listening to the smooth jazz music playing quietly.

My heart is fill
ed with so much love for Julian. However, he has a past that disturbs me and the way we ended up together would haunt some people. None of that really matters to me at this point in time but I wonder how the rest of our married life will unfold.

Julian turns to face me and lift
s up my chin to meet his eyes. “I love you,” he whispers in an emotional tone. “And you know I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know,” I whisper.
Where is this coming from?
I take a sip of champagne.

Julian leans in and kisses me, softly at f
irst and then more ardently. Julian’s kiss has me wanting him already and the champagne has me feeling buzzed and happy.

I pull away from
his kiss. “Take me now,” I whisper seductively.

“You have no fucking idea what I want to do to you,” he says with
a clenched jaw.

“What do you mean
, honey?”

“Like I told you before, there are things I want to do to you, that
you may not accept, and I don’t want to lose you.” Julian gazes at me and looks deep in thought.

“Why don’
t you just tell me exactly what it is that you’d like. I really enjoy making you happy.”

Julian appears to be considering my words.
“Oh fuck, Cheryl, I don’t know. If I tell you, you might think I’m really fucked up. How could I possibly even consider doing any of the things I want to do to you if I love you as much as I do? I have never loved a woman as much as I love you. Hell, I don’t think I ever really knew what love is until I met you.” Julian stares at me lovingly and I notice his bulging erection.

I take a sip of champagne, waiting for him to say more.

“I’m so torn Cheryl, on one hand I can’t stop thinking of all the things that I want to do to you that might make you want to leave me, but on the other hand, I want this to be a typical, normal, loving marriage. I just don’t think you’ll agree to what I have in mind.” Julian tightly compresses his lips, with a strained look on his face.

“Just tell me.
I couldn’t imagine what would make me want to leave you besides you cheating on me, or hurting me badly in some way,” I say emphatically. “I love you and trust you so much.” I smile.

“I love you
, Cheryl, you mean everything to me,” Julian whispers. Julian has a highly stressed look on his face. “I didn’t even think I would ever find a girl I wanted to settle down with and marry. I always thought I would be a bachelor for life. But now that I found a wife who I would die for, I still can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

I’
m suddenly aware of a certain tension between us, and I sense a burning need emanating from Julian. I know that I want to make Julian happy just as any woman that loves her man wants to satisfy him in bed. However, I know that Julian is not as simple and straightforward as most men. I know he has ravishment fantasies. When Julian showed me the “ravishment room” that he designed for me in his Switzerland home I didn’t know what to think as first. When we tested the “ravishment room” with a T
emporary Contract of Consensual Ravishment
, I liked it more than I thought I would have. I was turned on beyond belief, and it was a night I will never forget. I found it so exciting to be ravished by the man that I love and trust. However, I sense Julian wants more, much more than this.

I suddenly have an irresistible urge to kiss Julian and
never stop. My heart flickers as I kiss Julian in a primal manner and he kisses me back even more forcefully. I moan as he sticks his tongue deep into my mouth, fucking my mouth as if it were our last kiss.

I break away and gasp for breath. “I le
t you do anything you want to do to me,” I say feeling my heart speed up in exhilaration. This new sexual territory is exciting.

I feel such s
trong feelings for this man, it’s indescribable. I inhale his manly, musky, spicy cologne. His scent intoxicates me.
What could he possibly do that I wouldn’t like?
I feel such a strong desire to surrender to this man completely.

My primal desire to be the submissive suddenly
takes a strong hold over me. “Take me now. Do whatever you want to me,” I whimper.

Julian’
s pupils dilute as he stares at me still processing what I just told him. His lips are tightly compressed and his jaw looks so tight like he is holding himself back from just grabbing me and doing brutal things to me.

Julian examines me.
“You don’t understand,” Julian growls.

“Help me understand,” I encourage.
I will never let this man go, why doesn't he understand. I will do anything for him.

“I know you are ready to d
o nearly anything,” Julian says as usual reading my thoughts. “I just don’t know if I can allow myself to make you do these things.”

“Just tell me,” I whisper.

Julian is silent for a while. I start to feel frustrated that he is holding his thoughts back from me.
What could he possibly have in mind that is so terrible?

“I’m ready for anything,” I say.

Julian’s eyes gleam mischievously. “Well, then, if you really want this as much as I do, I will need you to sign a ravishment agreement,” he whispers. “I will do some very intense things to you, and I need you to feel safe. I need you to be 100% ready before you decide to sign the agreement, and there is no need to rush. As much as I want you to agree to do this, the most important thing is that you are willing to be fully surrendered and submissive to me. If you’re not happy, I’m not happy.”

I realize his desires for fulfilling these fantasies are very strong, but ultimately my happiness is the most vital factor in all
of this. As I consider my feelings on being fully surrendered to Julian, the thought of it turns me on beyond belief. I want to explore this new sexual territory that I’ve never experienced before. Although I’m not sure what Julian has in store as he is being very cryptic about it, I know I want to explore my sexuality with Julian. I sense that Julian will help me explore my sexuality to the most extreme level.

“I’
m happy to surrender to you and I'm 100% ready to do this,” I say.

Julian’
s pupils dilute in excitement, but his face looks concerned. He lovingly strokes my face. My heart pounds with love for him.