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

by Charlotte Rose

  “I love you in red,” Julian comments. “It reminds me of the first time I laid my eyes on you in New York.” He smiles as he appears to be recalling that day. “You were really feisty that day, weren’t you?” He grins mischievously.

  I smile as I recollect that day, the way he pursued me and the way I refused his aggressive advances, brushing him off even though I felt so intensely attracted to him. He was wearing a black custom-made suit just like he is now.

  At that moment, I hear an old song play throughout the lounge, “Mama, I’m in love with a criminal,” and it resonates so much with me. As I listen to the words, I recall that I need to call my mother. I really miss her. I also recall I really miss my friends in New York. I listen to the words of the song further and I know that no one would understand my love for Julian. Many would consider him a criminal for what he did, but I can’t help loving him. He is no criminal in my mind.

  I have to admit it to myself, I love the fact that he didn’t give up in pursuing me even though he knew I was engaged. I love that he pursued me to the point of rapine. To anyone else he may seem like a criminal, but to me he is nothing more than a hot alpha male that takes what he wants. I consider him to be the most masculine of men in every way, including the way he pursued and seduced me.

  I feel the relaxing effects of the alcohol take hold over me. “I love how you abducted me and made me fall in love with you.” I giggle.

  He gives me a serious look and then smiles. He takes a sip of his cocktail, he’s only on his third one.

  “Why are you such a slow drinker?” I tease, slurring my words.

  “I pace myself now. I need to be clear-headed so that I can protect you.”

  I love that. I also know that it’s necessary with Derek still in the picture.

  “Did you ever drink a lot?” I ask him, curious.

  “Fuck yeah. I drank like a fish in the past,” he confesses, but does not reveal much more.

  I catch a thirty-something, brown-haired, fairly good-looking man glaring at me for a while. Julian notices the man’s excessive staring and gives him a fierce, aggressive, back-the-fuck off scowl.

  The man looks away and begins chatting with his group of friends. He says something to his friends and they all look my way. Julian is still fiercely glaring at the man as if he were about to go over there and knock the guy out. Finally, the man and his friends look away.

  “I need to pee,” I whisper into Julian’s ear.

  Julian stands me up and I get a head rush. I can barely stand straight. Julian holds my hand as he walks me over to the ladies’ room.

  Julian stops me right by the door of the ladies’ room. “Are you okay from this point forward?” Julian asks, looking concerned.

  “I’ll manage,” I mumble.

  I stumble in and see a few young women around my age by the mirrors in the bathroom. I sneak into one of the stalls without their notice. I listen in on their conversation while I pee and I recall how much I miss my girlfriends back in Manhattan.

  “Why are all the good men taken?” I hear a girl complain.

  “I know,” shrieks another, sounding drunk. “Did you notice the stud with that brunette girl?”

  “OMG, yes. He is so good-looking and he looks loaded,” another woman whines. “I would steal him away from that girl in an instant if I had a chance to get my hands on him.”

  My mouth drops open as I finish peeing.

  I hear their laughter as they exist the ladies’ room.

  I come out of the stall, wash my hands, and glance into the mirror. I notice my brown eyes look red and tired from all the alcohol. I touch up my red lipstick. I pull out a tiny portable brush from my purse and brush through my waist-length, dark brown hair.

  I exist the ladies’ room and walk toward Julian, trying to maintain proper footing as the room begins to spin before my eyes. I need Julian to take me to our suite now.

  When I spot Julian, I see the blonde women that was eyeing him all night sitting beside him. He’s talking to her. My heart begins to race as anger and jealously overwhelms me. I freeze in position about thirty feet away from Julian.

  He’s mine! Back off bitch, is the first thing I feel like screaming at the blonde but I’m frozen in position as I try to process what’s going on. I’m his wife! Why is he talking to some woman he just met?

  I stay frozen as I reason that I’ve had a little too much to drink and I don’t want to make a big scene. I need to find out what is going on first. I examine them chatting. He seems deep in conversation with her and he still hasn’t noticed me. My pulse pounds and my heart exhilarates with anger.

  My mind begins running wild and crazy with all the possibilities: Is she pursuing him? Or maybe he is pursuing her? No, that can’t be possible! Isn’t he loyal to me? Maybe she is an ex-girlfriend?

  I watch them exchange smiles. She flips her hair back flirtatiously and nods her head in response to something he said. What is going on here? I feel like grabbing her by the hair, slamming her against the nearest wall and kicking her.

  Julian asks the blonde another question and she shakes her head no. My face heats up in anger and my heart beats fast and hard. Julian finally notices me, and quickly rushes over to me.

  “Who the fuck is she?” I blurt out.

  Julian ushers me over onto a couch, across from her.

  “This is my beautiful wife, Cheryl,” Julian introduces me to her.

  She smiles kindly at me, flashing impeccably bright white teeth.

  “This is Joanna,” Julian explains. “She’s a friend.”

  I give her the evil eye. “I want to go,” I growl to Julian. My heart is beating rapidly through my chest.

  “Yes of course.” Julian takes his cell phone out of an inside pocket in his suit jacket and makes a call to our limo driver. “We’re leaving,” he says simply. Then, he tucks the phone away, takes my hand and stands me up.

  I stand on two wobbly feet and the room spins. Julian offers me his arm for me to take but I refuse. So Julian steps behind me, and leads me through the crowd, gripping my waist tightly. I am feeling furious and need answers, but I wait until we get outside.

  Our driver is waiting outside standing by the black Mercedes Benz limo. He opens the door for us. I crawl in as lady-like as I can manage in my drunk state. Julian slides in beside me.

  “Who is she?” I cry out.

  “I’ll explain everything once we get to our suite,” Julian responds calmly.

  I turn my head away from Julian. For the entire ride to our hotel I look out the window.

  Julian touches my arm gently to grab my attention and offers me a bottle of water and a natural herbal hangover pill which he keeps in his suit pocket for me to take every time we go out. I accept the water and the pill. I start feeling a little better after finishing the entire bottle of water.

  As soon as we get inside our hotel suite, Julian confesses. “That woman is one of the courtesans I used to role play with whenever I had business in Vancouver.”

  My eyes widen.

  “I was just telling her that I recently got married and how happy I am,” Julian explains.

  My palms are all sweaty and I realize how jealous I feel.

  “My past is behind me. I’m 100% committed to you now,” Julian reassures me.

  I don’t know what to think. Julian’s playboy past disturbs me. I can’t stand to think my husband used to play out his dark fantasies with courtesans and high-end prostitutes.

  Julian draws closer to me and strokes my face lovingly. “I love you more than life itself. I made a promise to you when I married you that I will be loyal to you until death.”

  I gaze up into Julian eyes, and notice the love and warmth emanating from them. I know Julian truly loves me, maybe as much as I love him or maybe even more. However, his past troubles me.

  “Seeing you talking to another woman, and finding out she is one of the courtesans you played out your fantasies with—it’s just so hard,” I murmur. />
  “I know, Cheryl. I know. I’m not proud of my past,” Julian lowers his head in shame. “I just never thought I would settle down until I met you, so this all seemed very normal to me at the time.”

  Julian embraces me and squeezes me tightly. I let him hold me and breathe in his irresistible manly, musky, spicy cologne.

  He gently pulls me away, examining my face. “I love you so much, Cheryl,” he whispers, tenderly stroking back stray strands of hair away from my face as he gazes at me lovingly.

  “I love you too,” I respond.

  Julian kisses me softly on the lips and I kiss him back without hesitation.

  “Let’s get some sleep. We are heading to Whistler tomorrow,” Julian informs me.

  We get into bed and cuddle in each other’s arms before falling asleep. During the night I have strange nightmares.

  I dream of women pursuing and chasing after Julian. I dream of Julian playing out his ravishment fantasies with other women and wake up startled, only to find Julian sleeping soundly beside me. It’s a restless night, but after tossing and turning, I finally go back to sleep and sleep until morning.

  CHAPTER THREE

  In the morning, we board a helicopter. The helicopter pilot greets Julian cordially. We are on our way from Vancouver to Whistler. Julian informs me that the normal travel time is about two hours, but via helicopter we will be there in thirty minutes.

  Julian makes me realize that although not the most important thing, wealth is a really a helpful thing to have. As we fly in the helicopter, I admire the phenomenal views of the powdery white snow-covered mountains around us.

  I’ve let go of and forgotten the incident of last night. I don’t hold anything against him. Although his past disturbs me, I reason that he is not presently guilty of anything.

  In Whistler, after we get out of the helicopter, there is a limo waiting for us. The driver opens the door, I climb in and Julian follows. Julian offers me a glass of champagne as we drive the fifteen minutes to Julian’s winter vacation home. I sip on my champagne as I gaze out the window, admiring the beautiful winter scenery.

  Julian’s winter home is all wood and glass, a combination of cozy and modern. Julian performs a fingerprint and eye scan to enter the home. I recall that Julian told me all his homes have high-tech security measures of the best kind.

  The maid of the house greets us by the door. Julian shows me around his 3,700 square foot, six-bedroom home. There is a cozy gas-burning fireplace, furnished terrace with a heated pool, gourmet kitchen, dining area that seats twelve people, and panoramic views of the surrounding snow-covered mountains.

  “Julian, it's beautiful here,” I gasp after thoroughly admiring the entire space.

  Julian flashes me a proud smile. “I only like the best of the best and my lady deserves the same.”

  I walk up to the large window in the living room and look out onto the breathtaking views. I gasp at the beautiful scene of the snow-covered mountains and trees. Julian walks up behind me, and embraces me from behind, enveloping me with his muscular build and body heat. I feel his presence behind me like a sheltering mountain.

  Julian and I spend the entire day skiing on Blackcomb Mountain with a private instructor for me. We do three runs of heli-skiing, which Julian informs me is one of his favorite activities.

  We stop for lunch at a modern, luxurious restaurant, located on Blackcomb Mountain with stunning views of Whistler Village and the surrounding mountain peaks. We enjoy a wonderful Seafood Bouillabaisse while gazing out onto the winter scene around us and occasionally locking eyes, communicating with our eyes that we love each other. Sometimes the best kind of communication is silent knowing.

  After lunch, we do a few more ski runs before Julian suggests we go and unwind in our home. I know he could ski all day but he takes into consideration that I’m not as fit as him and he can perceive that I am already feeling exhausted.

  As soon as we come back to our residence, Julian commands me to get completely undressed and meet him in the washroom.

  When I enter, the lights are dimmed and there are thousands of candles scattered about all around the white marble washroom and around the hot tub.

  I inhale the sweet and flowery aroma coming from the scented bubble bath. Soothing mellow jazz music plays quietly in the background. Julian is waiting for me in the hot tub.

  I dip in beside him in the pleasantly warm bath. As I settle in, I am overcome by all the lavishness I’ve experienced over the past few months during our honeymoon. I also recall all that Julian has offered me so far: The money, the Centurion Card, promising to advance my career, but most importantly the endless romance and love. It’s so overwhelming and I feel so incredibly blessed. I smile in appreciation.

  Julian appears to be reading my mind as usual and he smiles back warmly. He places himself behind me and begins to knead my back. I relax under his gentle but firm pressure. I roll my neck forward as he works his fingers into my neck, releasing some of the tension compressed there.

  I feel myself growing increasingly needy for him with each passing minute. “I want you to relax and completely trust me,” Julian whispers into my ear as he increases the pressure of his fingers on my neck and shoulders.

  “I trust you,” I murmur. “Mmmm,” I moan, in need of him and relishing his touch.

  “I need you to completely let go,” Julian whispers.

  I close my eyes. “I completely let go.”

  “I want to ravish you,” Julian whispers seductively in my ear.

  “You can do whatever you want to me,” I whimper, in desperate need of him already.

  “In that case, I will have my way with you tonight after dinner,” Julian says calmly and unemotionally.

  I pop my eyes open. What about now?

  “For now, I will make you so fucking sore, that you won’t be able to sit properly at dinner.”

  Julian grabs a soft wash sponge, adds some body wash to it, and begins to rub my neck and shoulders. Then he gently rubs the sponge down along my arms and back, massaging my back in circular motions. It feels so heavenly. I let out a sigh of pleasure.

  Julian turns me around to face him in the bath. He shoots me a fierce, penetrating stare, the kind that makes me weak in the knees and makes me want to submit to him entirely.

  I follow his gaze down to my breasts. He rubs the sponge around each nipple, instantly turning them hard. I look back up at him as he massages my breasts with the sponge. He is gazing intently at my breasts. I moan as I feel my nipples get unbearable hard and I tremble as I feel myself rage with desire for Julian.

  Julian rubs the sponge on my stomach, massaging in circular motions around my belly button, still gazing intently at my breasts.

  He commands me to stand up. He works the sponge along my thighs, behind, and legs. Once he finishes, I get back into the water with him.

  He embraces me. “Hope you liked that, baby,” he whispers.

  I nod and gaze into Julian azure blue eyes, melting, and close my eyes, leaning in for a kiss.

  “I enjoyed that much more than you did, believe me,” Julian whispers, before planting his lips on mine and taking me deeper into my journey of desire. I savor his soft, luscious, sweet-tasting lips over mine. I moan into his mouth. We stay lip-locked for a while. I feel myself tingle in anticipation down below.

  Julian runs his hands down my body and enters my entrance with his two fingers. He rubs my spot with such skillfulness that if he didn’t periodically stop and massage my perineum, I would climax.

  Julian’s eyes are fixed on mine dominantly, possessively, as he rubs and hit my spot expertly with his fingers and watches my response.

  I moan in pleasure. Julian has great power over me, just his glance, just his touch, drives me to insanity. I want him inside me now.

  I am so impatient with Julian. No man has ever been able to produce such a quick response in me. How will I ever control my reaction to Julian? I’d like to be able to just relax and enjoy the
foreplay for once rather than getting all worked up and wanting him to fuck me right away. In just minutes of foreplay with Julian, I’m a trembling mess.

  Julian senses my need for him. He gazes deep into my eyes, lifts me out of the water, and turns me around. I position my hands on the edge of the hot tub, and bend over, exposing my rear end for him.

  He grabs my rear end hard and savors it’s roundness with the palms of his hands, massaging in circular motions. He clasps the sides of my waist and positions himself behind me.

  I feel his hardness pressing against my rear end. I hope he’s not planning on going there. I’ve only done that once before with Derek.

  Reading my thoughts, Julian whispers, “You’ll get used to it and you’ll like it.” He moves his hips forward and backward, rubbing his increasingly hardening length against my rear end. Oh no, he’s going there.

  “I don’t think I can handle it,” I protest. Ten inches of Julian! Anywhere but there! However, I stay in position for Julian.

  “Don’t worry, baby, just relax,” Julian reassures me as he continues to rub up against my rear end with his increasingly hardening length. “If it becomes too much just tell me.”

  “Okay,” I mumble.

  “I need you nice and relaxed first,” Julian whispers.

  I hear the click of a bottle and Julian pours some kind of cool, minty feeling gel on my perineum and rear entrance.

  “This is specially designed to help you relax,” Julian says as he gently massages the gel on my rear entrance. “It won’t hurt as bad.”

  “Is it supposed to hurt at all?” I squeak.

  “Sometimes,” Julian quietly responds.

  My heart begins to pound with anxiety and a bit of excitement.

  I feel Julian insert his gel-drenched finger inside my rear entrance. He gently moves his finger in a circular motion. I feel the cool, minty gel numbing me slightly. He inserts two fingers, gently moving them around, and after some time, he inserts three.

  Julian’s fingers expertly move inside me, dispersing the gel. This is so far beyond my comfort zone, but after a few minutes I relax and accept his touch as the gel lubricates me.