Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (8 page)

“No
, stop, let go of me,” I plead.

“I won’t hurt you if you listen to me,” he growls into my ear. Something fierc
e and primitive grips my core.

I t
ry and get into the victim mindset but it’s so fucking hard. Julian is my weakness and as desirable as the most tempting dessert.

“Help, help, someone help,” I cry out.

Julian places a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

He grabs my neck.
“I’m going to fuck you in the bedroom,” he whispers into my ear.

He tosses me up on his back
like a potato sack and strides across the terrace and inside our home. I slam his back with my fists as I squirm.

“Let go of me!”
my words come out muffled through the duct tape. My struggle is futile as his arms are firmly clamped over my legs and my rear end.

In the bedroom,
he throws me onto the bed. I land on my side, my arms tightly tied behind my back with rough rope. I look up and see Julian’s eyes glaring down at me through the eye holes of the black face mask as he takes off his pants and boxer briefs. I watch as his hardness springs free. I realize with this duct tape over my mouth, even if I wanted to use the safe word right now I couldn’t. All my muscles down below clench with eagerness.
This is so fucking hot.

Julian gets on top of me,
while I am squirming with my hands tied behind my back. He rips off the duct tape from my mouth. He rests his body weight on top of me, completely subduing me.

“No, no,” I wail.
I twist and writhe underneath him, trying to free myself from his merciless hold, but it’s in vain. He’s much stronger than me.

“Shh,” he whispers as he cups a hand over my mouth. All I see are his piercing blue eyes glaring at me through the
eye holes of the black face mask.

I am completely turned on, breathing deep and heavy as I stare into the eyes of this raw, pri
mal man. My inner core is awake and aching for him to be inside me.

He reaches for something in his pocket.
A ball gag!
He puts it into my mouth so I can’t scream.
Holy fuck this is hot.
It is so primal to be ravished. My heart is pounding wildly inside my chest.

“Open,
” his gruff voice rumbles. He pries my legs open, gets in between them. Forcefully, he shoves his full length inside me. I scream, but it comes out muffled and inaudible.

He lunges in and out of me, fucking me at a rapid
, hardcore pace as if in a rush to cum inside me. I savor his wild, feral thrusting. I feel completely taken, at his mercy, and loving it. 

He is fucking me with sharp, fa
st strokes and I feel the brisk friction hitting up against my inner walls. The culmination is building up and I spread my legs wider, just as he stiffens and releases his hot fluid inside me. I moan as I climax right after him, climaxing harder than ever, intense pleasure shooting throughout my entire body. Tear spring from my eyes and flow down my cheeks.
Fucking amazing!

“
I love you,” he whispers against my forehead, bathing my forehead with warmth, marking the end of the role play. He gently takes the ball gag out of my mouth and withdraws his length.

He lifts himself off me
, lays on his back, and pulls me into his chest. I cuddle up to him, with my hands still tied behind my back.
I could get used to this.

I bask in the
afterglow of my intense orgasm as I am being held tightly in Julian’s arms. I listen to his palpitating heart and fall into a very deep, restful sleep. I sense Julian untie my hands shortly after.

CHAPTER SEVEN

In
the morning, Julian awakens me. He has planned a very intense adventure for us this morning. We are going Great White shark diving. I realize these past few months of being married to Julian is enough adventures for ten lifetimes. Life is never ordinary with Julian.

Julian and I get d
ressed and ready for our day. We are picked up from Cape Town and driven to Bansbaai. We are taken to the diving area in the ocean via a ten minute boat ride. Once the boat has stopped, the two African men leading the expedition, attract the sharks with a rubber seal that has real animal blood on it.

From the boat,
I gaze wide-eyed as five Great White sharks swarm in the water, hungry for blood.
I can’t believe I’m doing this!
Although I’m extremely nervous, I know Julian wants to me have exhilarating memories with him and this is a once in a lifetime experience. That’s why I have let Julian talk me into this insane activity.

In our scuba outfits, we are
both placed into a thick-barred cage, and lowered into the water. It feels safe being in the impenetrable cage and next to Julian I feel safe even in shark-infested waters.

I watch with amazement as
a few five meter long Great White sharks swim past the cage, their eyes and teeth looking deadly and ravenous.

I
am stunned when a six meter long Great White shark brushes past the cage and I realize I am only a few inches away from this majestic, domineering, fear-inspiring creature.

I am feeling nervous
, fearful, and exhilarated all at the same time. Huge amounts of adrenaline pump through my blood. This is just like all the other wild things I have done with Julian that I will never forget.

We are pulled out of the water and come out of the cage. Julian has a huge boyish smile on his face indicating
that he enjoyed himself. Julian examines me and seeing that I look happy, he whispers, “That’s not it for today.”

“What else do you have planned?” I smile.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Julian smiles boyishly and wraps his arms around me as we are taken back to shore. Julian informs me that it was his second time diving with the Great White sharks and it’s just as intense as the first time.

In the afternoon, after lunch, we head to another diving site. This time we are scuba diving minus a cage with Cape Fur seals. When we get under the water, I am surprised when six seals curiously come right up to us, observe us, and then swim away. Julian and I hold hands and watch as the seals playfully interact with each other and perform water “hydrobatics.”

In the evening we com
e back to our home in Clifton and have dinner which has been prepared by the maid. Then, we unwind on the rooftop terrace with a glass of red wine.

Julian tells me more about his childhood and teen years
and I share more about my childhood. I mention that I’d love to go to the Czech Republic one day since I’ve only been once when I was really small and I don’t remember much.

I realize that most of my
life I’ve spent in New York. I thought I was happy there, but it is not until I met Julian did I realize what true happiness is. I recall that Julian once asked me what I thought true happiness is.

“I think I know what brings happiness,”
I murmur.

Julian raises an
eyebrow and smiles. “Go on,” he encourages.

“
Being in love,” I whisper as I gaze into Julian’s sparkling eyes.

He grins. “Well that’
s close enough.”

We sip our red wine and stare at the millions of stars above us
and the white full moon. It’s a windy night and the waves are crashing very loudly against the shore.

I
spot a shooting star, streaking the sky with a line of white as it flies across the black sky. Julian spots it as well. We stare at it in amazement.

Every moment with Julian has been magical
and it’s almost hard to believe a relationship could be so perfect but I know that’s it’s not entirely perfect because of the way Julian took me from Derek and Derek’s desire to get me back.
Will he find me? If so, will Julian defeat him once and for all and we can finally forget about him? Or will Derek try and hurt Julian in some way?
The questions leave me baffled and tense.
Why can’t Derek just move on and leave us alone? Does Derek really love me or does he simply want to get back for his pride?
If Derek truly loves me than I can understand how he feels, because I love Julian and I can’t imagine being separated from him.

“Please don’t ever let me go,” I say emotionally, turning my attention to
ward Julian.

He
studies my face and senses my distress. His hands dive into my hair and he kisses me hard and domineering. Tears spring forth from my eyes and run down my cheeks. Everything feels so perfect, except for Derek still in the picture. I feel myself get even more emotional.

Julian stop
s and examines my tears. He gently wipes them away with the lightest touch of his finger.

“You know I hate to see you cry,” he whispers.
“You have nothing to worry about.”

I let Julian hold me tight
and I force myself to push away any doubts and fears.

“Make love to me,
” I whisper against Julian lips and begin to kiss him hard. He kisses me back harder, his tongue unforgiving and merciless.

He cradle lifts me
and takes me into the bedroom. He throws me onto the bed and strips off all his clothing, exposing his beautifully toned and sculpted fighter’s body.

He gets on top of me, pulls up my skirt, rips off my panties and slides his hard length inside me.
I wrap my arms around his back, touching and feeling the rock hard structural design of his back.

This time, there is no role playing, just sensual love-making. I savor every moment of it, putting away any thoughts of Derek.
I grip Julian’s back as he moves on top of me and kisses me.

He continues making love to me for
about an hour or two or three—I lose track of time. Julian gives me orgasm after orgasm. His endurance is extreme and I know he can go all night, but when he sees I’m spent after my fifth orgasm, he thrusts harder and faster than he has for the past few hours, and finally climaxes inside me.

We lay cudd
led in each other’s arms. I am extremely satisfied and exceptionally relaxed. I rest my head on Julian’s chest, listening to his beating heart and his breathing.

“I’ve never done that before,” he whispers a
s he kisses the top of my head.

“Done what?
” I ask shocked.

“Made love to a woman,”
he whispers.

I remain silent,
understanding what he means. All the other times we had sex, it’s been brutal, intense, and animalistic. I’m sure with the other women he’s fucked it’s been the same. This is the first time he’s ever made love to me and I’m the first woman he’s ever made love to. I feel special in some way.

In the morning, Julian has planned a safari for our last day in South Africa. It’s Julian, me, and two African men, one driving and one guiding the tour.

We stop at our first location and watch as a family of elephants notice us and then go back to drinking water. There are two baby elephants and four adult elephants.

Next, we stop by two lions, a male and a female, and I watch with amazement as they walk right past the jeep, taking no notice of us. They are beautiful creatures, especially the male with its large mane in a beautiful golden color.

We drive further across the African terrain
and make our next stop by a large herd of zebras. They are simply standing and gazing around, watching for danger.

Our last stop is right by a lone giraffe. It’s stretching out its long neck
, reaching for leaves to eat off a tree. I watch and wonder if it had a mate and why it’s all alone. I recall Derek and I know he is probably alone, refusing to move on and find another woman. Even though I love Julian, I can’t help thinking about Derek occasionally, wondering what he is up to.

After the safari, we
go home, where we have our luggage waiting for, already packed for us by the maid. Our private driver takes our luggage and transports us to the airport where we have a private jet waiting for us.

In the jet, Julian pours us
each a glass of champagne and we toast to our successful trip in South Africa and to our next destination—United Arab Emirates.

On the flight there, Julian tells me that
he expects me to spend his money and he’s not letting me leave until I spend lots of his money in Dubai. I smirk and promise to spend as much of his money as I can.

Once in Dubai we transfer from private j
et to helicopter. We are taken for a fifteen minute helicopter ride to the Burj Al Arab, a seven star hotel.

During the
short flight I get to see a birds-eye-view of the beautiful city. I see skyscrapers, hotels, condos, water canals, the shoreline and artificial islands that are shaped to look like a palm tree. I take note that the city is so thoughtfully planned and well-designed. We make our landing on the Burj Al Arab hotel’s helipad on the 28th level.

We are staying
in the best suite available—the Royal Suite. As soon as we enter the suite I am in awe of the luxurious interior design. There are royal colors of red, purple, gold, brown, black, beige, orange, and dark blue within the entire spacious suite. Our personal butler unpacks our clothing from our luggage and hangs it in the walk in closet for us.

It is now the afternoon. Julia
n has decided to take me to the world’s biggest mall. We are taken there by our private driver in a white Rolls Royce.

We are wa
lking hand-in-hand through the Dubai Mall and looking at the various store window displays. We stop by Audemars Piguet, Cartier, Bvlgari, Chopard, Piaget, Richard Mille, Mouawad, Harry Winston, and La Marquise to pick out a few very expensive jewelry pieces for me. Julian also buys a new watch to add to his large wristwatch collection—an Audemars Piguet skeleton watch. However, Julian appears much happier purchasing for me than for himself.

Each jewelry
piece he purchases for me is twenty-five thousand dollars or more. Julian has bought me seventeen pieces of jewelry. He is eager for me to pick out more pieces, but I’ve decided that I’ve had enough jewelry shopping for the day.

W
e stop by Hermès, Chanel, Elie Saab, Oscar de la Renta, Chloe, Escada, Donna Karan, and Missoni. I try on numerous dresses, and Julian picks out the ones he likes the most and buys them for me. Julian has bought me thirty-six dresses, each over five thousand dollars along with heels that match the color of each dress. Julian also buys me two Hermès Birkin handbags, a red one and a white one, and three classic Chanel flap bags in quilted lambskin—a black one, a pink one, and a white one.

I am blown away by the amount of money Julian has spent and he acts as if he were spending
dimes. He appears to be extremely satisfied by spending his money on me.

We have our bags of shopping packed away by our private driver in the trunk
of the Rolls Royce. It is sometime in the early evening. We go to see the evening fountain show at the Dubai Fountain set on the 30-acre Burj Khalifa Lake. The fountain is 900 feet long, is lit by very bright incandescent lights, and has five circles of varying sizes and two central arcs. I watch as the fountain shoots water jets as high as 500 feet. The fountain reminds me of the fountains of the Bellagio in Las Vegas.

We go
back to our suite after a long day. My feet hurt from walking around the Dubai mall. We get dressed for dinner. Julian wears a custom-made suit, all black as always, and I wear one of my new dresses, a long, fitted, fuchsia dress by Oscar de la Renta with my pink Chanel bag.

We head
to a restaurant that has a stunning floor to ceiling aquarium on all four sides. We have a view of the colorful aquatic life swimming right beside our table as we enjoy a fresh seafood dinner.

After dinner, we
go for drinks at the Skyview Bar, on the 27th floor of the Burj Al Arab and 200 meters above sea level. The space is elegant, with a multi-colored ceiling, and floor to ceiling windows with a view of Dubai’s coastline and the brightly lit city below.

We take a seat on a couch right
by the window and Julian orders us cocktails. Julian has his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I sip at my cocktail and look out onto the stunning view below.

A few moments later,
Julian is approached by a thirty-something man in an expensive-looking suit.

“Hey buddy, fancy seeing you here,” he says in a British accent.
He is a lean, handsome man with dark brown hair and green eyes. “Who is this young lady?” he asks when he sees me.

“This is
, Cheryl, my wife,” Julian responds proudly, as if showing a trophy to a good friend.