Covet: Trusting the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife Book 4) (2 page)

Unexpectedly, he rams his entire eight-inch length inside me. I am already wet for him, so he slides in easily. He begins to thrust, setting a harsh, fast rhythm as I unsuccessfully try to push him off me.

I exhale sharply with each deep thrust that vibrates through my core. I close my eyes and let him take me while I hear his sacks slapping loudly against my ass. His cock penetrates me briskly, making my insides raw in no time at all.

He’s grunting and exhaling sharply through gritted teeth as he tenses up. He rubs hard against my g-spot and I climax violently. I feel him spasm on top of me as he unleashes his hot, thick secretions inside me. He shudders on top of me as he fills me with sticky warmth that spreads into my stomach, lodging deep within me.

I open my eyes to see him staring down at me with possessive eyes. I feel taken and claimed. I know that I belong to him and that there’s no turning back. I am his to do with as he pleases for our entire married life.

He releases my hands, marking the end of our role play. He kisses my forehead and holds me close, breathing intensely as he rests on top of me. I wrap my arms around his muscular back and savor the strong, structural design of his sculpted, martial-artist-trained body.

His breathing calms and he rolls off me. I feel satisfied and incredibly sore. He cuddles me to his chest and I rest my head at the side of his neck.

“You know I’ll buy you even more beautiful dresses,” he whispers and kisses the top of my head. “I’ve already seen you in that dress, so you don’t need it anymore.”

I close my eyes and fall asleep, wrapped tightly in Julian’s warm, loving embrace.

CHAPTER TWO

I wake up and beam when I feel Julian’s warm body lying next to me. It’s the start of the weekend, and I am excited to spend the day with him. He has reserved the entire weekend to spend time with me and our son.

We get dressed in our separate walk-in closets. I put on a white, lacy, knee-length dress by Ellie Saab. I meet Julian in the dining room. He is wearing a black suit jacket and a black button-down shirt with the first two buttons undone in a casual, sexy way.

During breakfast, Julian mentions that he has surprise gifts for me and our son. The nanny brings our son to us after we’ve finished eating. The three of us head out together.

Julian takes us behind the house to the spotlessly manicured backyard, which is surrounded by looming mountains and meadows.

My eyes widen when I notice two large, fully grown Doberman Pinchers approaching us. They smell us politely and wag their short tails.

“Nothing is more important to me than to protect what is mine,” Julian explains. “They are a steal at $50,000 apiece. These are fully-trained, German guard dogs that will defend with their lives. They will be in and around the house and will hopefully make you feel safer when I’m not around.”

We pick a spot among our vast backyard and Julian lays a large picnic blanket on the lush grass. We are surrounded by looming mountains and a sparkling, winding lake not far in the distance.

The dogs lay beside us while we let the baby crawl around. I gaze in awe at the breathtaking natural scenery around us. It’s the most perfect day in Switzerland, and it’s like the gods are smiling down on us. The sky is a brilliant shade of bright blue and there are only a few puffy white clouds. The dazzling sun is high in the sky, warming our skin. A mild, sweet-smelling breeze blows through my hair.

Julian’s cell phone rings. “Bring out the snacks now,” he responds.

A while later, two maids bring a few large baskets with baked goods and fruit, as well as an ice bucket with champagne. They place the treats on the blanket for us and then leave. There are chocolate-covered strawberries, cherries, mandarins, heart-shaped cookies, colorful jelly beans, and Swiss pastries.

Julian pours us each a glass of Armand de Brignac champagne and we toast to our love. Julian feeds me a chocolate-covered strawberry and I wash down the sweetness with a sip of the crispy, light-flavored champagne.

Julian and I take turns feeding each other the various snacks. We gorge on desserts for the entire afternoon.

Once our stomachs are full, we spend the rest of the day playing with our son and laying in each other’s arms; it’s a day of pure indulgence.

“I’d like us to go dancing today,” Julian whispers into my ear as we lay on our backs. We stare into the sky and admire the clouds as they slowly move and form various shapes.

We both turn our heads to look at our son when we hear him giggling loudly—the kind of high-pitched, sweet giggle that warms the heart. He is being licked on the fingers by one of the Dobermans, who is ever so gentle with him. There is intelligence and softness in the dog’s dark brown eyes, but I know the dog can be brutally fierce when he needs to; very much like Julian.

I smile as I watch our son enjoy himself, then turn my attention back toward my husband. “Where would you like to go dancing?”

“There is a high-end, exclusive club in Geneva that plays a variety of music,” he explains, then lowers his voice. “I want to do something special, something different, if you’re open to it.”

“What would you like to do?”

“I’d like us to try a slightly different role play than we usually do. We’d pretend we don’t know each other at the club. Then I’ll take you home and rape you.”

In the evening, we get dressed and leave our wedding rings at home in Julian’s high-tech safe hidden in the wall. I’m wearing a knee-length, strapless red dress and black five-inch pumps. I carry a black Chanel purse.

We take an elevator to our home’s underground parking garage. There are approximately forty beautiful, exotic, luxury cars. Julian takes my hand and leads me past the various cars.

We stop by a sleek-looking black sports car that I’ve never seen on the road before. “Wow, it’s gorgeous.”

“It’s a Koenigsegg Agera R,” he says proudly.

He opens the passenger’s door. I slide in and make myself comfortable in the luxuriously soft leather seat.

Julian walks around and gracefully slides into the driver’s seat. He appears excited to drive.
Boys and their toys.

When we make our way out of the garage, Julian revs up the loud engine as we speed down the quiet road. The car purrs seductively, and I’m mesmerized, enjoying the lavish experience of riding in a powerful car with my powerful husband.

When we arrive at the club, Julian opens my passenger’s door and offers his hand to help me up. He hands the car’s keys to the valet.

It looks like a very classy, yet understated, establishment. Besides the elegant gold lettering and red carpet, the outside of the club looks like a regular limestone building.

There is a huge line of about a hundred people and it’s not moving at all. The bouncers do not appear to be letting anyone in.

I wrap my hands around Julian’s thick arm and let him lead me onto the red carpet and toward the velvet-rope-encircled entrance of the club.

Julian suddenly changes into a different man. He strides with an air of arrogance and authority. He holds his head higher than normal and his shoulders are pulled back. It’s his public image, I guess.

We walk to the red velvet rope surrounding the entrance of the club. One of the two large bouncers nods his head at Julian, quickly unhooks the rope, and shakes Julian’s hand. We make our way into the club while the people in line gape at us as though we are celebrities.

“I’ll be back shortly,” Julian says and disappears into the crowd.

I stand at the elegant glass lit-up bar, absorbing the trendy crowd and stylish atmosphere around me. The lighting is dark blue and purple, and white couches and glass tables with candles fill the interior. The music is varied—trance, dance, house, hip-hop, and old-school music.

The crowd is composed of model types and wealthy men with expensive-looking, glittering wristwatches. Several men check me out as I stand alone at the bar. I gaze around, trying to spot Julian in the crowd. I can feel his eyes on me, but I can’t see him.

I feel like Julian and I will always keep our marriage fresh and exciting. One of the reasons many marriages fall apart is that couples get bored with each other, and the sex gets stale or becomes non-existent.

I want our marriage to last forever and I will go along with Julian’s wild fantasies as long as they are not too far out there—no threesomes or swingers’ clubs.

A young couple approaches the bar. I watch as a bartender prepares drinks for the attractive brunette and her boyfriend.

I smell him before I see him—that irresistible, manly, spicy scent fills my nostrils.

“May I buy you a drink?” Julian whispers into my ear as he gently touches the small of my back. A thrill rolls through me.

I turn to face him and he penetrates me with his deep, fierce gaze. His azure blue eyes shine with mischievous amusement.

“Sure,” I purr.

“What would you like?” he asks as he places his hands commandingly on the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of red wine.”

Julian calls over the bartender, orders me a glass of red wine, and hands it to me.

“Julian,” he says as he offers his hand and smiles.

“I’m Cheryl; nice to meet you.” I take his hand and an electric current runs into my hand, up my arm, and throughout my body.
Holy fuck.

I gawk at him as though inspecting him for the first time. He looks dark, mysterious, and handsome in his black, long-sleeved, button-down shirt with two buttons undone.

He gazes at me, looking deep in thought. I flutter my eyelashes as I admire his sharp, angular jawline, his sculpted, plump lips, his razor-sharp cheekbones, and his lustrous, short, black hair.
He’s magnificent.

“What are you thinking?” I ask as I take a sip of wine, unable to take my eyes off his face.

“You really want to know?” Julian smirks.

“Yes. Tell me.” I smile as he grins playfully.

“I’ll tell you once I order you another drink,” he responds.

“Aren’t you drinking?” I ask when I notice that he doesn’t have a drink.

“Not tonight,” he replies curtly. “And not much in general. I like to be fully aware of my surroundings.”

I finish my glass of wine.

He smirks. “I guess you want to know what I’m thinking.”

He orders me a shot of Grey Goose vodka and hands it to me.

I down the shot and smile shyly. “Will you tell me now?”

“Maybe.” Julian offers his hand. “But first, let’s dance.”

I take his hand and he leads me to the center of the glowing dancefloor. He grabs my waist and turns me around so that my back is pressed against his chest. We begin moving to the rhythm of the hip-hop music.

I seductively rock my hips from side to side, feeling his eyes on my ass. I reach my arm back and pull him closer to me. His hands slides from my waist to my ass.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he whispers as we sway to the music.

“That’s a pretty bold move,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I like it.”

“When I see something I want, I go ahead and grab it,” Julian says as he gently squeezes my ass cheeks.

“We don’t know each other,” I say playfully.

“What do you need to know?” Julian whispers as the music changes to a fast-paced trance tempo. He pulls me closer so that my ass is rubbing against the hardness beneath his pants.

“For starters, I need to know what you’re thinking.” I giggle.

He tightly grips my waist as I rock my hips to the beat of the music. The alcohol is starting to work its magic and I’m feeling a nice buzz.

Julian slowly traces my sides with his hands, all the way up to my bare arms, sending a thrill through me.

“Just trying to imagine what’s underneath,” Julian whispers.

“You might not have a chance to find out,” I respond.

“Why is that?” Julian responds, sounding surprised.

“I’m not sure I like you yet,” I tease.

Julian brushes my hair to one side of my shoulder and runs his fingertips gently on the back of my neck and shoulders. I shiver as I feel a powerful electric current course through my veins.
He really knows how to touch me—it feels unbelievable.

Goosebumps form on my arms and shoulders when Julian plants warm, wet kisses on the side of my bare neck.

He spins me around and we are suddenly face to face, lips touching, but barely. He parts his full lips slightly and I’m so tempted to kiss him.
I need to play this out right. It’s all about the resistance.
I will not give in to his alluring, magnetic, alpha-male presence.

I look up from his fleshy, seductive lips to his captivating blue eyes. His pupils dilate as he gazes at me possessively.

“For tonight, you’re mine,” he says assertively.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we move to the beat of an old song. I listen to the lyrics: “I knew you were trouble when you walked in.” I smirk—it’s very fitting.

“I saw that smirk. Now you need to tell me what you are thinking,” Julian demands.

“I think you’re too sure of yourself, and you’re used to getting what you want all the time.” I smile. “But not tonight.”

Julian raises an eyebrow at me and his jaw tightens, but his eyes sparkle wickedly. He likes the idea of the chase; that’s what it’s all about, and I like it, too.

“I think you spoke too soon,” Julian says smoothly.

He spins me back around so that I’m facing away from him. He runs his hands down my sides toward my hips as we move to the song. The buzz in my head is increasing and the room begins to spin.

He kisses the side of my neck. “I make sure I always get what I want. Even if it’s illegal to do so,” he whispers into my ear.

“So, you’re a criminal?” I whisper back.

“Something like that,” Julian responds.

He stops dancing and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the bar. He orders me another shot of Grey Goose vodka and hands it to me.

“I’ll drink it if you tell me what you do for a living,” I demand.

“It’s confidential.” He glances away from me and watches the crowd.

“Is it illegal?” I ask and he turns his attention back toward me.

“Not illegal,” he replies. “But I make more money than I know what to do with and I have to carry around a gun.”

I’m turned on by his bad-boy, secretive vibe.

“Can I see it?” I raise an eyebrow.

He considers my request. “Once you finish your drink.”

I down the shot and it burns down my throat. I suck on a lime. The shot gives me a head rush, it’s so strong.

His gaze darkens when I flutter my eyelashes and seductively lick the lime juice off my lips while steadily holding my gaze on his face.