Rapine: Abducted by the Billionaire

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by Charlotte Rose


  He collapses onto the bed, pulls me into his arms, and presses my face into his neck as I curl around him.

  Julian begins to run his fingertips along my arms, shoulders and neck, sending pleasant shivers all the way through me. It feels so good.

  We both fall asleep instantly.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  I am jolted awake. I am in my bedroom. The sunlight pours in. It must be morning. Did I just have a really hot, wet, dream? No that couldn’t have been a dream because my insides feel so sore. I lay there for a while contemplating what happened last night. I feel something inside my heart flicker.

  I get up, shower, get dressed in the dress provided for me and go to the dining room to have breakfast. Natalia has set up a buffet of breakfast items on the table.

  I notice a note on the table, where I usually seat. I take a seat and pick up the note to read it.

  I enjoyed last night. I hope we can have more nights like that, and ultimately I want you to be mine forever.

  Since I still don’t know what you like for breakfast I just made sure to provide you with everything. Enjoy.

  Love, Julian

  Wow a handwritten note. How old-fashioned and…romantic and sweet. You don’t get those very often with the advent of e-mail. His handwriting is so elegant! He wants me forever? So soon? He barely knows me. I barely know him.

  I fill up my plate with pancakes, waffles, yogurt, and fruit. I consume everything on my plate and wash it down with orange juice. I can’t remember the last time I ate such a large breakfast. I leave the table feeling satiated.

  I go into the living room, set up all my tools and get started on a new painting.

  I spend the rest of the day in a trance, working away, jazz playing in the background, cup of coffee in hand, playing with colors, and creating one of the most brilliant abstract paintings I’ve created since I’ve got here using just the right combination of hot pinks, bright greens, yellow, orange, dark blue, and light blue.

  Natalia brings me lunch; I eat quickly, and get back to work. I complete the painting two hours later, and stand back to admire it. Wow, it is one of the most beautiful paintings I have ever completed. It is so full of life, vivacious color, and drama.

  Natalia informs me that it’s time for dinner. My heart flickers and I feel a sense of excitement to see Julian.

  I get ready for dinner. I spend an hour blowing out my hair, so it fluffs out just right, giving my hair major volume. I apply an extra few layers of mascara, spritzing perfume in all the rights spots, the most important being behind my knees and between my legs. I put on the dress provided for me, a red knee length silk sheath.

  I enter the living room, and there is Julian seated and waiting for me. He smiles, gets up to hug me, and ever the gentleman pulls out my chair and seats me.

  After dinner, we take a seat on the couch. Instead of wine, Julian pours us each a glass of champagne and hands me a glass.

  “Champagne today?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

  “To celebrate our first union together.”

  I smile and take a sip. It’s delicious.

  “It’s a limited edition Perrier-Jouët champagne at $80,000,” boasts Julian.

  I take a sip. “Impressive,” I murmur as I feel the crisp, pure, sweet taste dissolve on my tongue.

  Julian gazes at my painting in silence, tilting his head to one side.

  “This is your most beautiful work so far. You could easily price it at $20,000,000.”

  “Really?”

  “The people I know are searching for ways to spend their money before they die,” Julian explains.

  As we continue talking about my painting, Julian wraps his arm around my shoulder, caresses my skin, sending tingles and pleasurable sensation through my body.

  I nuzzle my head onto his shoulder. He smells so fucking good. That musky, spicy, manly scent is emanating from the sides of his neck.

  “You smell good, what is that?” I murmur.

  “My secret,” Julian whispers as he is still caressing my shoulders and neck ever so tenderly.

  “What birth control were you on when you were with Derek?” Julian suddenly asks.

  “I was on the one hundred percent effective birth control.”

  “I would prefer if you didn’t use birth control. There are many health risks associated with its use. If you will be the mother of my children, I want you prime and healthy.”

  I gape at him. “For now I am going to use birth control.”

  “Are you up-to-date on your birth control usage?”

  Oh my God. I just realized I didn’t take it this month.

  “No, I haven’t taken it this month yet.”

  “I will get you a supply for the year but right now I still want to fuck you with no protection. I hate condoms.”

  “So what do you suggest?” I am eager and already damp for him.

  “Do you want to take a fertility test?”

  “Now?” I nearly shout, not trying to hide my shock. This man is so straight-to-the-point, and we barely know each other.

  “Yes now, that way we can determine if you can conceive or not.”

  “But we barely know each other. I’m not sure I want children with you right away.”

  “I thought that’s what you wanted?”

  “Yes but not yet.”

  “Well then take the test and if you can’t conceive, I will make love to you, and if you are fertile, I will wait and make love to you when you are ready to have children.”

  I am processing this information. Is he serious? He would wait? Is this some kind of mind-game?

  “Go and take the test.” Julian’s voice is low and husky. He pulls out a fertility test box from his inside suit pocket and hands it to me.

  “Go now,” he commands.

  I grasp the test in my hand and quickly walk over to the washroom.

  This is really insane. Here I am in the bathroom, peeing on a test strip.

  I check the test eagerly. Please tell me I am infertile; please tell me I am infertile - for now.

  The test tells me…I am infertile. Yes!

  I rush back into the living room.

  I sit beside Julian. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close to his side.

  “So?” He asks impatiently.

  “I’m infertile.”

  Julian sighs. “Must be the birth control. It takes a while to wear off.”

  Julian hands me my champagne and wraps his arm around me. He runs the tips of his fingers along my shoulders and up and down my neck. I relax and melt at his touch.

  “My father taught me, it is a man’s responsibility to completely care for the woman in his life in every way, including her health. If a woman is not healthy and content, the man is doing something wrong.”

  I take a sip of champagne.

  “You want kids?” He asks.

  “No, I mean yes, but not now…I mean I don’t know you well yet,” I stutter, feeling embarrassed and in cohesive.

  “I want kids with you.” He whispers into my ear. “I wanted kids with you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. Fuck, you are my dream girl.”

  “Your dream girl?” That sounds so kindergarten, but so cute. I smirk.

  “But right now, I am not sure you will stay with me, so for now, you can continue using the birth control.”

  He takes a sip of wine. “I want you to be with me of your own accord.”

  Like marriage? Suddenly I remember Derek. Fuck.

  I pull Julian in and kiss him to push the thought of Derek away. I’m with Julian now. He stole me. He told me I belong to him. He fought for me so he deserves to have me I rationalize.

  He pulls away from my kiss and looks concerned and if I am correct, he looks somewhat insecure, a real, raw emotion I haven’t seen in him before. Can alpha men actually ever feel insecure?

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “Nothing,” he growls, suddenly back to his confident-self. “Right now I want to get
my dick inside you ASAP.” His hands move to the back of my dress and he slides it off. He removes my bra and panties. He gazes at me with awe. He rises to undress himself. I am already damp.

  He pulls me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. He pushes me down on the bed. He inserts his two fingers inside me and moves them rapidly, hitting my tender spot. I moan and release moisture.

  He pushes my legs apart and puts his head between my legs. I groan the instant I feel his tongue circle my clitoris.

  He does these amazing things with his tongue sending all kinds of sensations through my body. He is playing with me, teasing me, but preventing me from climaxing just yet.

  He stops after a while, kissing my feet, and then running his tongue up the length of my legs, to my stomach, to my nipples where he stops to tease and harden them and finally he comes to my mouth.

  “You want me?”

  I groan loudly.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Say it,” he growls loudly.

  “I want you!” I cry out.

  He hovers over me and I’m panting, gazing up at him with raging desire.

  “I am going to fuck and cum in you so hard baby,” he growls.

  His words cause my belly to constrict and my insides to itch in desire and tingle with anticipation.

  He spreads my legs with both hands. I feel his package instantly slam inside me and begin to move. He is thrusting inside me rapidly and I feel his length penetrating me, sliding up and down against my inner walls. Closing my eyes, I surrender myself to him as he thrusts inside me.

  He is holding me in place, his hands holding onto my knees as he thrusts hard into me. I tilt my hips up slightly, meeting and matching his rhythm.

  “Fuck me,” I groan loudly.

  I moan loudly and as he thrusts harder. I grab onto his firm back and hold on as he fucks me.

  I slide the palms of my hands up and down his back, feeling the rock hard structural design of his back. His strength and build get me further revved up. He stops thrusting to deliver passionate kisses on my lips. With every deep, wet, tongue-twisting kiss, I taste his strong desire for me, igniting my desire further.

  He abruptly stops kissing and moving. I open my eyes to see what he is doing. He hovers over me, eyes burning deep into mine.

  “Are you mine?” He growls.

  “Yes, baby, yes!”

  He starts moving again. I grip his back tightly and my whole body vibrates with each thrust.

  He grabs my neck dominantly, grasping it as he fucks me, eyes scanning and admiring my body as it jerks with each hard thrust.

  After a while, he turns me around into doggie style, pulls my hair at the root, and fucks me hard from behind. Oh my, this is hardcore. He pounds into me, and I am moaning with pleasure and pain, feeling every thrust go through me, setting me soaring, higher and higher, until I am ready to climax.

  He holds me close, grabs my hips, and thrusts hard. I feel him climax behind me as he pulls my hair until he slows and then stops. “Julian!” I cry out, spiraling out of control, climaxing right after him. I feel him release his fluid inside me; the warmth felt in every crevice as he fills me up and groans loudly in pleasure and satisfaction.

  He collapses beside me, his breathing heavy. A few minutes later, he pulls me into his arms, and I lay my head on his chest.

  He runs his fingertips up and down the side of my back and neck. I focus on the gratifying sensation of his fingertips and nails lightly caressing my skin. Even though he is brutal during sex as was Derek, his touch is so gentle and caring, even more so than words can communicate. And just to confirm his feelings he whispers, “I love you.”

  I am wrapped by his arms, feeling all warm, relaxed, and fuzzy. I wrap my legs and arms around him, clinging to him like a vine. As I am slowly drifting off to sleep, melting at his feather light touch, I am wondering to myself, how did it go so far so quick? It feels like I’ve known him forever.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  The next morning, I awake to find a supply of birth control and a note on the bedside table.

  I hope you slept well.

  You look so beautiful when you sleep.

  I look forward to another romantic night with you.

  Love, Julian

  Wow, I love these handwritten notes in his elegant handwriting. With all the technology now, I really appreciate the simple things.

  My iPhone buzzes from the bedside table; I check the screen, it’s Julian.

  “Hello Cheryl, I hope you slept well. I just wanted to say I enjoyed last night very much. I am currently at work. Please enjoy your day and I will see you at dinner.”

  “Okay Julian,” I murmur.

  He hangs up. I get butterflies in my stomach.

  It can’t be denied that the guy abducted me, that he is controlling, that he is holding me captive, but yet I am developing such strong feelings for him. But maybe, just maybe, I am already used to possessive, controlling, alpha men. Julian is not that much different from Derek. I’ve been comparing them over the past month. Yet with Julian I get butterflies. There’s something about him that just draws me in, chemistry? I’ve been trying to deny it for so long but there’s something exceptional about the way I feel when I am with him. I love the way he touches me, makes love to me.

  Natalia brings me a cup of St Dalfour green tea. I take sips as I work away on my painting. The sunlight is pouring in and heating me up to the bone. I work away all afternoon, stop for lunch, and continue working away.

  My internal clock is set, and somehow I already know it is time to get ready for dinner. I go into the bedroom to put on the dress provided for me, and begin applying makeup. Natalia knocks and enters informing me that it is time for dinner. I nod and finish up applying my makeup.

  When I enter the living room, there is Julian looking handsome as ever, and I smile shyly. He is dressed in all black, wearing some glittering and expensive-looking watch.

  “Good evening, Cheryl. You look lovely.” He smiles warmly, rises, pulls out my chair and then goes back to his seat. We have red deer tartar, frog’s legs and snails, then roasted pork belly and for dessert we have sweet potato ice cream.

  After dinner, we take a seat on the couch. Julian pours us champagne from a gold bottle.

  I take a sip of champagne. Mmm it’s crisp, clear, and light, with just the right amount of sweetness.

  “What is it?” I ask curiously.

  “It’s Armand De Brignac Ace of Spades at $90,000 a bottle.”

  “That’s a lot for champagne.”

  “I spare no expense on my woman, especially the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

  “What?” I can’t hide my shock.

  “You heard me. I want you forever.”

  “But it’s so soon,” I whisper.

  “It’s never too soon. I’m a very decisive man.”

  I take another sip of champagne. It’s so good.

  I meet Julian’s gaze. His eyes penetrate through mine, his jaw is clenched. “Come.” Julian rises, takes my hand and takes me into the bedroom. Once in the room, Julian undresses me and then undresses himself, his hardness springing free.

  “I’m going to fuck you really hard today, like you’ve never been fucked before,” he says, his jaw clenched. “I want you to know you belong to me.”

  I blush and get wet down below. Julian even has the power to arouse me with just his words. His alpha male attitude is irresistible.

  “Have you ever been bound before?” he asks, eyes burning.

  I shake my head no.

  “I want to explore every part of you.” His voice is low and husky, and he looks serious and dangerous. “But first, I need you to trust me.”

  “I trust you,” I whisper. “You have been very respectable, besides of course rapine and confinement.” I giggle quietly.

  “I have strong feelings for you, and I don’t want to offend you in any way, but I…”


  “You can bind me if you like.” I cut Julian off. “That turns me on.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I like being the submissive,” I murmur.

  “There’s more than that,” Julian says under his breath, but I don’t question further.

  He stands, retrieves something from his pocket. Handcuffs!

  He approaches me, stands in front of me, and tenderly strokes my face with two fingers. “Are you sure you are okay with this?”

  “Yes,” I murmur.

  His tongue invades my mouth, dominating, exploring, and devouring my mouth. His erection presses against my stomach.

  He stops kissing me and pulls away. “Extend your hands,” he commands.

  I do as he says, and he handcuffs both my wrists together.

  “Get on the bed in doggie,” he commands.

  I do as he says, and he gets right behind me.

  “Can I be a little rough with you?” he asks.

  “Okay,” I murmur, craving him inside me.

  He grasps the back of my neck and I feel his hardness pressing up against my behind.

  He massages my behind with his other hand and then smacks it hard with the palm of his hand.

  “Ow,” I cry out. “It hurts.”

  “Good, we want it to hurt a little baby,” he growls softly.

  He massages my behind again and smacks it even harder.

  “Ow,” I cry and feel my behind burn.

  He grasps my neck tighter, dominantly. He smacks my behind hard again.

  “Argh,” I cry out, my behind as if on fire.

  Desire is burning through me. “Fuck me,” I breathe.

  He tugs at my hair, tilting my head back as I feel him place the head of his length at my entrance. Then he slowly eases a few inches up inside me.

  He continues to slip his length deeper and deeper until finally with one last thrust all ten inches are inside me. The sensation is intense. I moan as I savor the fullness of him inside me.

  He begins pounding my insides without mercy and I wail with each powerful stroke.

 

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