Covet: Trusting the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife Book 4) (10 page)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

In the evening, after dinner, Julian heads up to his office to finish some work for the day. He calls my cell once he’s done to ask me to come into his office.

“Hello, handsome,” I murmur.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Julian replies.

He smiles and rises from his desk. “Come here, baby, I have something to show you.”

I stride across his office and watch as he reaches for a large black box on his desk.

Julian’s eyes are gleaming. “Turn around,” he commands.

I do as he asks, and a few seconds later I feel something cold and heavy placed around my neck. I drop my gaze and see a sparkling necklace. An enormous heart-shaped diamond set rests on a chain decked with diamonds. I am gasping. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

“It’s the rarest diamond in existence,” Julian whispers. He clasps the back of the necklace, setting it on my neck. He turns me around and examines me. “It’s perfect on you.”

I run my fingers along the necklace, admiring the heart-shaped diamond. I smooth my fingertips over its every groove, speechless.

Julian’s lips twitch with a hint of a smile. “That’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

Finally, I find my voice. “Thank you. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“I have,” Julian responds immediately. He strokes my cheeks and my jawline with two fingers.

“I’m so sorry—” I begin.

“Shhh.” Julian places two fingertips on my lips.

“I’m sorry, too,” Julian whispers. “I’m sorry I ever gave you the impression I was cheating. I have never been married, so at times I don’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what you were thinking or feeling. Everything in my life I’ve been able to control and master, but when you started to accuse me of cheating, I didn’t know how to react.”

Julian places both arms around my waist, holding me against his chest. “I was only worried that our marriage was falling apart,” he murmurs. “My biggest fear emerged when I started to believe you ‘weren’t in the mood’ for sex. I’ve heard it said by many men, many times, that once married and with kids, most women are not as interested in sex.”

“I always enjoy having sex with you,” I affirm.

“That’s good to hear, because I want to fuck you right now.”

Before I can blink, Julian has swiped me off my feet. He carries me downstairs, past several hallways, and into the “rape room.”

He places me back on my feet and locks me inside. A few moments later, he enters, dressed in a black shirt, black pants, and a black face mask. His azure blue eyes gleam at me through round eye holes. He locks the door behind him and points a gun at me.

“Get undressed,” he orders, his voice rough and sharp.

My belly clenches with desire, and I get into my role. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I cry out.

“I want to fuck you and cum inside you. Take off your clothes.”

I undress as he scans my body with lust-filled eyes, still aiming the gun at me, watching my every move.

“On the bed,” he commands.

“No,” I whine. “Please don’t do this.”

He approaches me, aiming the gun at my face, and my heartbeat quickens. He looks so dangerous and criminal. My insides clench with eager anticipation.

“On the bed,” he shouts, his eyes sparkling wickedly.

I walk over to the four-poster bed; he follows me. I feel the cold muzzle of the gun against the back of my head.

“Doggie,” he commands sternly. “Don’t waste my time.”

My insides squeeze as I quickly get on the bed on all fours. I arch my back and wait for further instruction. I hear his pants come off and he places the gun on the bedside table. I feel his throbbing cock pressed against my ass.

He positions his cock against my wet opening and rams his hips forward, entering me. A rush of air escapes my lips as he begins to thrust, grabbing ahold of my waist with both hands.

“No, please, stop,” I scream. “If you’re going to rape me, at least put on a condom.”

He grabs the back of my neck with one hand, squeezing tight. “Shut the fuck up. I will do as I please with you,” he barks. “I want my cum inside your pussy.”

“No, please, don’t do this.”

“Shut up. Don’t fucking piss me off,” Julian hisses irately, grabbing hold of all my hair and pulling, tilting my head back.

He begins thrusting furiously, his hips pounding against my ass, the loud slapping of flesh against flesh echoing around the room. I feel like I will never adjust to his eight-inch, rock-hard cock.

I feel my heavy breasts bouncing frantically as he moves at a beastly speed and rhythm. I’m loving it, him taking me, raping me. I moan and emit breathless gasps as his cock rubs against my g-spot.

He violently jerks and rocks my body with each sharp thrust. With both hands I quickly grab hold of the bed poster nearest me and hang on for dear life.

He pulls my hair back further, tilting my head as far as it will go. I am at his mercy, my head and back arched to the maximum as he fucks me.

He increases the depth and pace so furiously that the bed begins to shake. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life. My mind goes blank as his cock deeply pierces me.

He raises his hips higher, hitting against my c-spot and my g-spot. Everything inside me tightens. A fierce and violent blended orgasm shakes me.

He lunges forward so hard that I gasp, unable to breathe for a moment as his thick liquid bursts up inside me, drenching my belly with scorching heat, intensifying my climax.

I resume breathing as he explodes inside me like a never-ending jet of liquid heat. His hips rock forward and backward, milking out and injecting me with every last drop of his seed.

Finally he pulls out his softening cock. I’m left chock full of his seed and I’m still gasping and clinging onto the bed poster, trying to recover.

My blended orgasm gradually fades and I collapse onto the bed on my stomach, breathing heavy. I’ve never experienced sex this intense before.

He flips me onto my back and grins at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You look thoroughly fucked and chockfull.”

I groan and hum in response, unable to move my lips to form words. Julian lays alongside me, tenderly bringing me to his chest. I press my ear to his chest, listening to his heart thunder while my hand sprawls on his eight-pack.

He cups the back of my head with one hand and caresses my arm with the other. I squeeze myself into him, loving the feel of his warm, firm, muscular body against mine.

“I’m not done with you,” Julian whispers.

He slides out of bed and, with his back to me, approaches the row of cabinets along one wall.

He turns back to face me and approaches the bed holding four pairs of handcuffs. He grabs me as I mock struggle, trying to escape his grasp. He grabs his gun from the bedside table and points it at me.

“Stop squirming,” he commands, grabbing both of my legs.

He handcuffs one of my legs to one poster of the bed, then the other leg to the other poster. He stretches my hands above my head, handcuffing each wrist to each poster so that I am spread eagle on the bed and prevented from moving at all. I am vulnerable and helpless.

Julian reaches for something from the bedside drawer—masking tape an
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scissors. He cuts off a piece of tape and places it over my mouth.

“Now you are mine to fuck senseless,” he says victoriously.

He gets on top of me and I stare up at his masked face, his blue eyes hungry and ravenous.

Being at his mercy is all the foreplay I’ll ever need. My insides are throbbing and eager for him. Julian sucks on one nipple, then painfully bites my other nipple.

I gasp as Julian jams his cock inside me. He groans swear words under his breath as he moves on top of me. I close my eyes as my moans and screams are muffled by the tape covering my mouth.

Julian’s curses are jagged and coarse as he rams into me mercilessly. With each inward thrust I am jerked and pushed hard against the bed as Julian uses all the power in his body to fuck me hard.

I am being violently taken and there is no stopping Julian. His powerful hips drive his cock in as deep as it will go. The brutal friction is too much for me to handle and my mind goes blank as he stabs me.

Julian picks up the pace as my loud screams are muffled against the tape. I climax violently, shuddering as waves of bliss shoot through my body—a merging of extreme pain and pleasure. Julian impels his cock deeper and swears loudly as he unleashes his heavy load. I whimper as my body jerks against the bed with each inward thrust. Each pump of his hot cum shooting inside me feels like a soft bullet.

Julian stops moving, but his cock twitches inside me as the remnants of his balls are squeezed out, filling me to the maximum. Julian withdraws his cock and a flood drips out of my opening. I smirk as he uses two fingers to push his sperm back inside me.

“Take it all, baby. Don’t push it out,” he commands.

Julian rips the tape off my mouth. He grabs keys to the handcuffs from the bedside table and frees my hands and legs. I’m weary and out of breath.

I massage my wrists and notice that the handcuffs have left marks, which I suppose will fade in a few days. I’ve been well used and abused, and without a doubt left extremely satisfied.

Julian pulls me onto his chest. I indulge myself, curling around him like a vine and snuggling against his side, my head pressed against his chest. Moments ago, I was cruelly raped; now I feel treasured as Julian wraps his arms tightly around me, promising to never let me go.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I spend an entire afternoon shopping with Sandra and Anita in the city center of Geneva. We finish our shopping trip in the early evening by stopping at a café and having tea and Swiss pastries.

I call Max to let him know I’m coming out. I hug goodbye to both my friends and walk toward the black Rolls Royce waiting for me outside the café. Max jumps out of the driver’s seat and strides around the car to open the back door for me.

I hear footsteps behind me and suddenly feel strong, muscular arms grab me, one around my head with a hand clamping down on my mouth, the other around my waist. I scream, but the sound is muffled by the palm of a large hand sheathed in a leather glove.

I feel something cold against my neck and watch Max’s shocked and terrified expression. His eyes are bulging out of his head and his mouth is dropped wide open.

I look down to see a knife pressed against my collarbone. I gasp in horror.

“Be quiet and I won’t have to use it,” a raspy voice says.

Immediately I think of Julian and that I might not see him again. I get a cold, gloomy, vile feeling in the pit of my stomach when I contemplate what might happen to me.

I’m dragged forward into a black Hummer SUV stretch limo. Max is wide-eyed and helplessly watching me being forced into the backseat of the Hummer limo.

The abductor shoves me inside, climbs in beside me, and shuts the door. The Hummer limo speeds away. I scream as I’m pinned down on my stomach. My hands are tied, and then both my ankles are tied together, rendering me immobile.

“Please,” I whine.

“Be quiet,” the raspy voice orders.

Masking tape is placed over my mouth and I’m blindfolded
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I suddenly realize that this abduction was perfectly timed and must have been planned out carefully.

My heart is pounding in my ears an
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I find it hard to breathe—I think I’m having a panic attack. Fear has paralyzed me. I’m bound, blindfolded, with my mouth taped shut. I feel more helpless than I’ve ever felt in my life.

I’m hyperventilating. I can’t take enough air into my lungs with the tape covering my mouth. It’s so hard to breathe.

“Relax,” the raspy voice says, and I feel a hand stroking my hair. “We’re almost there.”

I am so dizzy and so frightened. I have no idea what my fate is. My hands and feet start to numb, they are tied together so tightly, and I’m in an awkward and very uncomfortable position, lying on my side.

The Hummer limo stops. I am pulled out of the car, lifted into someone’s arms, and carried. My heart is hammering. I can’t see where I am being carried. I hear the ping of an elevator, and then the opening of a door.

I am placed onto my side on what feels like a hard mattress. The tape from my mouth is ripped off, but my blindfold is left on.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” I whimper.

“I knew I had to have you, whether you wanted me or not,” a deep voice says huskily. “And now...you’re mine.
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I feel fingertips brush lightly over the hollow of my throat.

The man’s voice sounds familiar, but I can’t pinpoint who the man is.

“Julian will kill you,” I hiss angrily.

The man ignores me. It’s frustrating, not being able to see the face of my captor. I squirm as the rope around my ankles cuts off the circulation in my feet.

“Please untie me,” I whine. “It hurts.”

“I’m going to do whatever I want to do to you, whenever I want. You are now mine.”

Fear chokes me, and the tight constriction of my hands and feet suddenly don’t matter as much.

“Who are you?” I ask in a shaky voice.

“That is not important now,” the man says, smooth as silk. “What’s important now is that you submit to me.”

“What?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“Submit to me,” the man repeats.

“Julian will kill you,” I warn. “Julian knows where I am and you’re not going to get away with this.”

The man emits a deep, hearty chuckle and then is quiet for a chilling, long moment. The silence is disturbing.

“I’m very aware that Julian has the ability to track you, but I’ve been able to disable the tracking chip implanted inside you.”

He must be one of Julian’s friends, but I can’t pinpoint who it is. This eases my mind a little, as the captor is not a complete stranger and Julian will most likely be able to find out who he is.

I cringe when I feel the man’s hand on my shoulder. He slowly runs his fingertips down my bare arms, savoring the feel of my skin.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs.

He runs his fingertips down my legs and pulls up my skirt. “Lacy panties; I like these.”

“Don’t touch me.” I try to move away from his touch, but he grabs my hair and puts his mouth to my ear.

“You will do as I say; otherwise, I will leave you in this room to starve.” The man’s voice is cold and unfeeling.

He loosens his grip on my hair and pushes his fingers past my panties.

“No, stop,” I scream.

He inserts two fingers inside me and rubs my g-spot. Involuntarily I respond by moaning as he expertly rubs my g-spot.

“Cum for me,” he demands, and unwillingly my body shakes with a violent orgasm. His fingers slip deeper inside me and my body spasms.

He withdraws his fingers, and I berate my body for reacting as it did to this man’s touch.

“You smell delicious,” the man whispers in a lust-filled tone. “You’ll smell even better when I fuck you and fill you with my cum.”

“No,” I plead. “Julian will kill you.” I make my voice as stern as I can.

“I think I prefer you silent, though it might be nice to hear you screaming your loudest when I fuck your brains out.”

“Show your face,” I demand.

“I’d rather not.”

He slips his two fingers back inside me and moves them at a fast and steady rhythm until once again my body spasms as I climax.

“Beautiful.” The man’s gruff voice irritates my ears. “I love watching your body shake as I make you cum. I’ll leave you alone for a while, and then I’ll be back to play with you some more.”

My mind swirls with the possibilities of who this man could be. I have my suspicions that it’s one of Julian’s friends or acquaintances, maybe even the man who hit on me at the exclusive company party.

“Daniel?” I mumble.

“Good guess, but no,” he answers immediately, as though he saw the question coming. “However, I did convince him to hit on you at the party and the idiot did exactly that.”

“You’re the one who called during the night, aren’t you?”

“I am,” he answers boldly. “I told you that you’d be mine.”

“And the letters? The text messages to Julian?”

“Yes, I sent the letters to you and the texts to Julian. They worked well to throw you off and made you suspicious of your husband, which worked well in my favor.”

“So what are you going to do with me?” I ask in a timid voice.

“I’ll play around with you for a while and then give you back to Julian. That’s why I need to keep a blindfold on you.”

My mouth drops open in horror. “You’re fucked up. I’m warning you, Julian will kill you.”

He chuckles heartily. “There is no way your husband will find out who I am.”

“Why are you doing this?’

“Fucking other men’s trophy wives is a passion of mine. Since you have a son, I’ll enjoy you for a while and probably give you back. Don’t worry, you might get to go home eventually if I don’t decide to keep you for myself.”

I’m speechless and unable to believe what I’m hearing. As though I haven’t experienced enough already.

“You see, Cheryl, there are no rules for the members of our secret society. We’re the elite and technologically advanced. We do some pretty fucked-up shit. I’m very well aware of how Julian acquired you. You don’t think that is fucked up?”

My mouth and throat are parched and I can’t respond. I realize that just a few hours ago I was at home with Julian; now I am here, trapped for who knows how long.

“You see, sweetie, you should enjoy your time with me because if I decide to give you back to your husband, we can act as though it never happened. I will still talk with your husband and you will still see me at parties, but you or your husband will never know it’s me.”

“What are you planning on doing with me?”

“Beautiful, wonderful things,” he whispers. “I’ve waited so long to capture you for my pleasure. I plan on giving you plenty of orgasms, so don’t worry, you will have pleasure too.”

“Fuck you,” I blurt out, disgusted.

He chuckles loudly for a while. “You’re a feisty one. I’m going to enjoy you. You’re tempting me to go ahead and fuck you this minute.”

I gulp and a painful lump forms in my throat. I’m at this man’s mercy, blindfolded, and I realize that I better try my best to hold him off for as long as I can.

“But don’t worry, I won’t dip into the goods yet,” he says, breaking the tense silence. “You see, I prefer earning my fuck, working to get you aroused before I fuck you. I like getting my women aroused and watching them respond to me.”

I hear his retreating footsteps and a metal door shutting. I’m left with my thoughts for what feels like an eternity.

Eventually, I can’t decipher whether it’s morning or evening, nor how many hours pass by. I can’t sleep, no matter how long I’m lying on my side on the mattress, unable to move my bound hands or my feet.

After a while I no longer feel my hands or feet, and I pray that Julian will retrieve me sooner than he did when I was with Derek. He’s a smart man; there has to be a way to find a missing person, even without GPS-chip-tracking technology. All I have now is hope.