Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (9 page)

“Nice,” the man responds while adm
iring me. “How do you do, Cheryl?” The man sticks out his hand for me to shake. I shake his hand and smile, pleasantly amused by his British accent and his polite way of speaking.

“I’m fine
, thank you,” I respond.

“I’m Jack, by the way.” He smiles.

He turns his attention back toward Julian. “What have you been up to? It’s been ages hasn’t it?”

“Why don’t you sit and have a drink with me and my wife,” Julian suggests.

“No, no, I don’t want to impose,” he responds.

“Please
, I insist.” Julian calls over the waiter and orders his friend a drink. Jack requests a martini and sits across from Julian.

“What have you been up to?” Jack asks inquisitively.

“You know same old, same old,” Julian says. “And you, my friend?”

“My wife and I
just had our first baby,” Jack proclaims. “She just gave birth three weeks ago.”

“Congrats, looks like you’ve become a family man.” Julian smirks.

“I can say the same thing about you,” Jack replies. “I didn’t think you’d ever settle down. But with a woman like Cheryl, I’m not surprised.” Jack glances at me and smiles.

Jack’s martini
arrives. I sip my cocktail and observe Julian’s friend with interest.

“
How’s business?” Julian asks.

I listen as Jack talks about
his latest venture, a private holding company.

Julian and his friend get into a more complicated discussion of business that does not interest me, and so I sip my cocktail and
gaze out at the glittering lights of the Dubai skyline.

Jack orders a few more martinis while discussing business with Julian.
I slowly sip on my cocktail while enjoying the view.

After downi
ng six martinis rapidly while speaking with Julian, I notice that Jack is slurring his speech. He is getting more and more talkative.

“Y
ou want to do a few lines for old time’s sake?” Jack suddenly suggests to Julian and my eyes instantly widen. This is another new morsel of information.

“
No, man. I’m good,” Julian mutters, a quick glance at me.

“Suit your
self,” Jack replies. “Well then, I’m off. Good seeing you man.” Jack stands up, claps Julian’s back, and stumbles away. We both watch as he disappears.

“
Jack is an old business friend. The guy drinks alcohol like it’s water and he does every type of drug imaginable.”

“I don’t care about your friend. I care about you,” I respond.

“I’ve done my share of drugs when I was younger, but it was just experimental. I haven’t touched the stuff since after I met you.” Julian explains.

“You don’t do anything now?” I pry.

“No,” Julian responds firmly. “Jack and his wife live in London so whenever I was on business in London, I did a lot with Jack. That was just one phrase of my life. Now, with you in the picture, that is another new phase in my life.”

I’ve heard that London is the cocaine capital of Europe.
I’ve never experimented with any drugs and so this leaves me feeling uneasy. What can I expect though? I’ve seen
The Wolf of Wall Street
movie. I know that nearly all wealthy men have lived more than most average people: traveled more, had more sex, done more drugs, experienced and tried many more things than the average person.

I hear Julian’s world phone ring.
He pulls it out of his inside suit jacket pocket and looks at the screen.

“Derek,” Julian says under his b
reath. He shoots his eyes to me and I see the viciousness in them.

My heart begins to race
and my pulse pounds hard.

He picks up the phone.

“Fuck off, Derek,” he hisses.

I watch as his jaw clenches tight
and he presses his ear into the phone.

“No,” Julian growls low into the phone.

No what?

“
So be it,” Julian spits. “I’ll kill you.”

Julian ends the call and slips the phone back into his inside jacket pocket.

“What did he say?” I ask, wide-eyed and nervous.

Julian doesn’t answer.
The phone rings again. Julian ignores it until it stops.

“Maybe
I should speak to him, try to convince him to leave us alone? He just doesn’t understand how much I love you and that I don’t want to be with him anymore.”

“
He understands perfectly well, Cheryl,” Julian responds, sounding irritated.

The phone begins ringing again.

“Please let me talk to him,” I plead with Julian.

Julian shoots his eyes to mine
and looks to be considering my request. “No,” he growls.

The phone stops ringing. After a few minutes it begins ringing again.

“He’s mocking me, Cheryl. If he wants to be a man about it and fight me again, I’m ready. I won’t tolerate anything else.”

“
But if I tell him—”

“Nothing
you say will change his mind,” Julian interrupts me. “He doesn’t give a fuck how you feel.”

I remain silent, considering how I can solve this situation and quickly concluding that there is absolutely nothing I can do. The only way this situation will be solved is if Derek
moves on or Julian and Derek fight once and for all. There is a possibility that Derek will never find us in the first place. That is my one hope.

I finish off my cocktail
and feel a sudden tiredness hit me. “I’m tired, can we go back to our suite?”

Julian takes me back to our
suite and we get into bed.

I am feeling really buzzed
and I’m in the mood, but it appears that Julian is in no mood for sex. He holds me close. I am probably more insatiable than Julian.

I clos
e my eyes, tired and ready to fall asleep, but as I am laying in Julian’s arms I suddenly feel so anxious. My minds starts racing.

I pop my eyes open and stare
aimlessly into the dark room. Suddenly, inexplicable fear grips me. I’m scared that at any minute Derek will come and rip me away from Julian.

Though
t after thought invades my mind.
Derek’s attempt to get me back is futile since I don’t love him anymore and I never will. If Derek does get me back, what is his plan? Will Julian really kill Derek if they fight again? Or will Derek kill Julian?

I’m tired
but I can’t sleep. My mind is running wild.

“You okay?” Julian suddenly
interrupts my thoughts. “You’re breathing heavy.”

“Yes.
I’m fine.”

“I hope you don’t have any doubts about my ability to protect you.”

“Of course not,” I respond emphatically.

“Derek has no chance.”
Julian grips his muscular arms around me tighter and kisses the top of my head.

I recall the first fight and know f
ull well that Julian is very powerful and if anything happens, it will be Julian incapacitating Derek.

I relax into Julian’s
chest and finally fall asleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Julian awakes me early in the morning. I blink my eyes open. I’m feeling sleepy and don’t feel like getting up.
Julian is wearing a black suit, a black shirt, and a black tie.

“
I have some business to conduct this morning and I’d like you to come with me and help me make the final decision.”

“What kind of business?”
I mumble, wanting to close my eyes and go back to sleep for even a few minutes longer.

“I’ve
decided to purchase a new property in Dubai. I want to go and take a look to make my final decision about a 60,000 square foot villa on the Palm Jumeirah.”

Julian and I get dressed, have breakfast,
and are taken to the property by our private driver.

As soon as I lay my eyes on the property, my jaw drops.
The contemporary mansion is crafted in glass and steel with vast floor to ceiling windows overlooking the sea.

A man is a
lavish suit greets us by the entrance and takes us through the mansion. We view eight bedrooms, eight bathrooms, two family rooms, two study areas, a basement cinema seating up to seventy people, indoor and outdoor swimming pools and a sauna. There are magnificent 180-degree sea views, private beach access, and gardens.

“Parking?” Julian asks after we’ve viewed the whole space.

“Space to park twenty cars," the man answers simply.

Julian turns to me. “Your unfiltered opinion, Cheryl.”

“I love it,” I respond.

“I’ll
make you an offer,” Julian tells the man.

Our private driver takes us to Dolphin Bay. Julian has planned for us to go swimming with dolphins.

We are swimming in swallow water with two beautiful female dolphins. We pet them and talk to them. I hold onto one as she takes me for a ride around in the water.
The experience is amazing and Julian appears satisfied that I am enjoying myself.

After having lunch, we
go to see Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world, at 2,722 feet. The elevator very quickly shoots us up to the top.

The view from the top of the building is
breathtaking. Julian holds me close as we gaze out over Dubai—it looks a miniature model city. I feel exhilarated. I feel like I’m on top of the world—after all I am on top of the tallest building in the world with the love of my life.

“The way you’re feeling right now, is the way I feel about you being my wife,”
Julian whispers into my ear, intimately knowing my thoughts.

“Can you read my thoughts?” I finally have to ask because from the moment we met, he seems to perceive everything I am thinking and feeling so well.

“No, but I think I know you better than you know yourself.” Julian replies.

After we come down from Burj Khalifa
, we have our luggage packed and ready to go. We are heading to Istanbul. I am feeling jet-lagged, but excited.

In Istanbul, we
are staying at Julian’s residential property. He has a waterside mansion located on the Bosporus strait. Julian informs me that it’s a yalis with 32,280 square feet with a 43,000 square foot garden.

I
open my mouth wide as we come up to the entrance. It’s a five-story, Baroque-style mansion. Julian performs a fingerprint and eye scan. A maid greets us as soon as we enter. I assume she lives here all year round, cleaning and caring for the home, and only cooking when Julian arrives.

As Julian shows me
around the home, I feel like I am in a fairy tale. Although not my style of home design, the Turkish home is distinguished and takes me back in history.

The maid has prepared a traditional Turkish dinner for us which we consume in the large dining room.
After dinner we have Turkish tea in the living room. Sitting here with Julian, in this home fit for a sultan, I feel like a sultana.

Julian dismisses the maid
and she heads to her living quarters on the other side of the home. Julian gives me a penetrating stare and I know he has something in store for tonight. Julian pulls out his black facemask from his luggage and puts in over his face.

I tingle down below, already in anticipation of him. As much as I enjoyed when Julian made love to me in South Africa, I a
lso enjoy being ravished by my hot, alpha male.

He
pulls out a gun from his inside suit jacket pocket, the gun that he has been carrying around with him the entire time during our honeymoon. It appears that he is planning on incorporating that into our role play and my stomach tightens with excitement.

He
removes all ammunition for my own sanity and safety. He disappears from the living room for a moment. I am sitting waiting for him and admiring the Turkish interior design of the home.

Julian reappears, dressed in a simple black shirt, black pants
, and the black face mask covering his face. His eyes stare at me through the eye holes of the mask. He points the gun at me.

“Get undressed
, now,” he growls.

I do as told. Julian grabs me from behind and puts the cold
, metal piece to the back of my head. “You do as you’re told, understand me?” Julian growls into my ear.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Yes, Master,” Julian commands sternly.

“Yes
, Master,” I cry out.

Julian
slowly slides the cold, metal piece down along my naked body while gripping my waist tightly.

“You will do as you’re told, and let me h
ave my way with you. Understood?”

“Yes
, Master,” I respond.

I get
goose bumps as I feel the gun’s muzzle gently sliding against my skin. The power that the gun represents and the way Julian uses it, makes me weak in the knees and wanting him more than ever.

“I’m going to fuck you
,” Julian whispers into my ear.

I get into victim mind
set. “No, please,” I cry out.

Julian places the gun’s cold muzzle
at the side of my head. I instantly feel overpowered and step into my role as the submissive.

Suddenly,
I feel something cover my eyes. Julian has placed a black bag over my head.

“No, please, stop.” I protest.
I feel my hands being bound behind my back with rough rope. I get into victim mindset.

I feel Julian pick me up and throw me over his shoulder,
stride across the living room, and go up a flight of stairs. He throws me down onto what I feel is a bed. The bag is not too tight around my head, so I can breathe but I can’t see a thing.

I
’m lying on my side, with my hands bound, feeling completely helpless and vulnerable, and waiting for what Julian will do next. I am at Julian’s mercy.
I really do trust him.
To let a man that I love and trust have complete power of my body is an intense and vulnerable feeling.

I hear
and feel what are like cold metal chains being tied around my feet and I get even more into victim mindset.

Julian
turns me around and bends me over, positioning me into doggie on the bed. He spreads my legs slightly apart, just enough for him to enter me. My belly clenches hard as I prepare for him to enter me. I am wet and ready for him.

I feel his leng
th slowly slip inside me until fully embedded inside me. Julian slams his hips forward, stabbing me with his length and hitting my G-spot.

Julian moves his powerful hips forward and backward, ravishing me. I protest like a victim but I also
can’t help but moan and groan as he pleasurably hits my G-spot.

Julian begins thrusting
wildly, his sacks slapping against my rear end and I scream out with each powerful inward thrust. I feel totally taken, with my hands and legs tied and a bag over my head to muffle some of my screams as he fucks me.

I can’t
see with the bag over my head, so I simply close my eyes and focus intently on the sensation of Julian’s length briskly rubbing and hitting my G-spot.

Julian smacks my rear end hard a few times.
I feel like Julian’s sex toy. I am being taken hard from behind and I’m loving every minute of it.

With each thrust my body gets tighter and tenser. I feel so close to my climax.
As Julian thrusts into me, I let myself unwind and I climax. Julian is thrusting hard to maximize my climax but he doesn’t let himself climax just yet.

Julian withdraws
and takes the bag off my head. He gets me to lay flat on my stomach with my rear end lifted up high for him. He enters me to the root and thrusts slow but hard inside me. The penetration is very deep, giving me a burning sensation, and I feel that if he goes any faster or harder I won’t be able to handle the pain.

Julian
is growling and hissing through clenched teeth. He suddenly withdraws his length and changes the position again. He flips me on my back and raises my legs up over his shoulders, the metal chain on my feet going up and around his neck. Julian’s piercing blue eyes gaze dominantly and aggressively at me.

He
enters me from a kneeling position, slowly slipping up inside me until fully entrenched deep within me. I never felt such intense penetration. Julian thrusts hard with all he’s strength and the burning sensation I feel intensifies.

Julian moves his hips, expertly hitting and rubbing my
G-spot and I feel like at any moment my body will unwind again. I let out a series of screams as my body tenses and releases with a fierce orgasm, my body quivering as I completely let go.

Julian withdraws
and positions me on my side. He takes off the chains from my feet. He raises one leg up, over his shoulder, and he slowly enters me from the side.

Julian has completely submerged his length inside
me and is thrusting slowly. I feel the friction as Julian moves. Julian’s length is penetrating me so deeply that if he went any faster it would hurt badly.

Julian picks up the pace and I feel a
strong burning sensation combined with pleasure. I hear Julian grunting loudly as he slams inside me, skillfully moving and I unexpectedly explode with another orgasm.

I feel Julian’s
body stiffen up against my legs and he release a massive amount of his hot liquid inside me. He pumps a few more times to squeeze out all he’s got for me before pulling out.

He unties my hands and
takes me into his arms. He cuddles me to him, marking the end of role play. I am so tired but so satisfied and I fall asleep instantly, wrapped comfortably in Julian’s arms.