Rapine: Abducted by the Billionaire

by Charlotte Rose

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  We spend the entire next day getting a helicopter tour of some of the most beautiful areas in Papua New Guinea. I never really appreciated and enjoyed nature, but after viewing the beautiful scenery, I am fascinated and amazed.

  In the evening we have dinner at Poolside Restaurant. As we eat, we watch the sunset and it’s one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen. The sky is a brilliant, bright red color, the sun is a bright yellow color, and everything else at this point is black, including the mountains and trees. Julian informs me that tomorrow morning we are heading to our next destination.

  We arrive in Fiji in the late morning. Fiji is a place I’ve always wanted to visit. I’ve heard people describe it as paradise. It truly is a magical and romantic paradise here.

  Julian has booked the residential-style Natadola Suite at the InterContinental Fiji Golf Resort & Spa. The suite is 218 square meters of space, including two en-suite bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining and living room as well as a private pool.

  We take advantage of the dry cleaning and laundry services and have all our clothing freshened up. Julian says he has to make a few business calls so I lay out on the daybed on our private terrace.

  The day is picture perfect, the sky is bright blue with not one cloud, and I am feeling the most relaxed I’ve ever felt. As I feel the relaxing warmth penetrate my skin, I suddenly remember our agreement. We haven’t talked about it and I haven’t even checked my funds in the past few months. I get up and go into our suite. Julian has locked himself in one of the bedrooms.

  I fetch my MAC Air laptop from one of my bags, sit in the dining room and power the laptop up. I login to my banking account and check my balance:

  Checking Account $12,000,000

  I can’t help but smile. Wow, I am now a multi-millionaire. I try and fathom what I could do with this money. As I consider this I can’t imagine what could bring me more joy than being with Julian. Unlike what most people say, money does buy love but I didn’t know it could buy true love.

  I see my savings account has $45,000 from Derek. I have no traces of longing left for him. I don’t even recall in detail how he looks although I have a vague picture in my mind. I guess that’s why people keep pictures of their loved ones, so they don’t forget how they look. It’s like time completely has erased Derek from my mind.

  I hear Julian come into the dining room, and I turn around to look at him. He gazes at my computer screen.

  “So what do you plan to do with the money?” Julian asks while raising an eyebrow.

  “Honey, I don’t know.” I turn back and log out of my banking account and turn back to face Julian. “When you offered me the money it was very appealing. I don’t know any woman who would turn the offer down. However, now it just doesn’t seem to matter that much.”

  “What do you mean?” Julian probes.

  “Sure the money is great but I’ve fallen for you with or without the money.”

  “I see nothing wrong with a woman wanting a man for his money,” Julian responds.

  “What?” I ask raising my brow.

  “The same way I love you for your beauty.”

  “Just for my beauty?” I frown.

  “And everything else Cheryl,” Julian smiles.

  “Everything else meaning what?” I probe.

  “Your personality, your femininity, and your loyalty. I saw how loyal you remained to Derek even when you started developing feelings for me.”

  “Will Derek really try to find me? Do you think Derek could just find someone else?”

  “It’s not that easy Cheryl. Derek is a very powerful man, and like all powerful men, they take back what is theirs, if only for their pride.”

  I consider this and feel saddened. I couldn’t possibly imagine being with Derek after being with Julian. I actually know what it means to love and to be IN love.

  I approach Julian and embrace him lovingly. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved Derek.”

  I know I’ve stroked his ego as his chest puffs up and he smiles. “We are a better match.”

  Julian embraces me in his arms and holds me tight. “I love you so much Cheryl. I will never let you go, I promise.”

  We spend the day snorkeling. We see the most varied and brightly colors of fish we’ve yet seen on our honeymoon; different shades of pink, yellow, orange, blue, red, green, and even fish that look like rainbows; having every single color.

  We get couples massages and facials at The Orchid Room spa. We have a two-hour dinner and then head to Kama Lounge, which overlooks the ocean. Julian orders us Veuve Clicquot Brut champagne. We sip our champagne as we watch the sun lower over the Pacific. The sun illuminates the sky with different shades of purple, pink, and blue. It’s breathtaking.

  I get a little buzzed and I am feeling so incredibly carefree. Julian makes me laugh by telling the silliest jokes. A couple is sitting beside us and notices my loud giggling. They smile and introduce themselves.

  “Hello, I’m Joanna,” the light-haired brunette in her thirties extends her hand.

  “I’m Cheryl,” I introduce myself politely.

  “This is my husband Mark.”

  Her husband smiles and shakes my hand. He has dark hair and medium dark-colored skin. I’m guessing he is Cuban or Dominican and in his early forties.

  “How long have you two been married?” he questions.

  Julian looks lovingly at me and then turns his attention back to the man. “It’s been two weeks.”

  “Congrats!” Mark smiles as he examines me. “We’ve been married seven years.”

  I examine the ring on Joanna’s finger, and it looks to be an expensive rock; her husband obviously does well.

  I sense Julian wants to spend time with me and I would certainly like the same, but Mark and Joanna insist on continuing to converse with us.

  We finally excuse ourselves and take a stroll on the beach. I am so buzzed and Julian notices that my speech in no longer coherent.

  He picks me up and carries me all the way back to our suite. “I’m going to take advantage of you,” he whispers into my ear and I giggle like a school girl.

  “You better take advantage,” I giggle.

  As soon as we get into the master bedroom, he throws me on the bed. He undresses himself and I close my eyes. The alcohol is making me very sleepy all of a sudden.

  Julian gets on top of me and rips off my dress.

  “Oh honey,” I shriek as I open my eyes. He takes off my panties and bra.

  “You’re mine tonight,” he growls, his eyes piercing through mine.

  He circles his tongue around both my nipples and I feel them harden instantly. I feel his tongue trace down to my legs, and he thrusts his tongue inside me several times. His tongue hardens, and he flicks it briskly along my clitoris. He is driving my wild with pleasurable sensations and I moan loudly to let him know how I feel.

  I close my eyes and feel sleepy but his tongue is driving me wild and making me need him. His hands wander to my legs, and he inserts two fingers inside me. He withdraws his fingers and tastes them.

  Suddenly he grabs my waist and thrusts himself inside me. He takes ahold of my neck as he picks up the pace, pumping inside me. He pulls up my legs and crosses them like scissors. His length is intensely and briskly rubbing along my inner walls, filling me and claiming me. I feel as if I can’t take another inch and another width of him more. The feeling is so imposing and yet also so raw and excruciating.

  “I can’t take anymore,” I groan and this just fires him up. He positions me on my back with my lower back and legs raised all the way up with my ankles on either side of my head. Julian stands astride and lowers himself inside me. He moves up and down to ease his entire length inside me.

  He groans as his length fills me. He plows his length inside me, moving up and down, giving me the most astonishing sensation of friction. It’s so intense.

  “Take it easy,” I beg but he just moves up and down at a faste
r pace. “Slow down,” I cry.

  “Shh,” he commands, and he moves rapidly.

  I’ve never felt so full. It’s unbearable. Will I ever adjust to his size?

  Despite the discomfort, I let him take me. He pounds into me and at last I can’t take it anymore. My mind goes blank as I reach climax and cry out shrilly. He thrusts even faster as he reaches climax and spills himself inside me. The warmth spreads quickly inside me as he continues to move and finally slows and stills.

  He withdraws and I feel all my inner walls aching and throbbing.

  He takes me into his arms, brings me to his chest, and holds me tightly.

  “That was more than I could handle honey,” I breathe.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet baby,” he whispers.

  After a few moments, he gets on top of me; hard and ready for me again.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, shocked. He is insatiable.

  “Fucking you until you can’t walk baby,” he growls.

  He spreads my legs, and eases himself inside me. He grinds into me and begins to move. I am still so sore. He moves inside me, slapping wildly against my lower body. I groan and cry out as I feel every thrust penetrate me with unbearable depth. He places his hand over my mouth, pushing inward, so all my vocals are muffled.

  “Shhh,” he commands. I cry out as I reach climax, and he responds by climaxing after me. He gushes his warm fluid inside me as he grunts loudly.

  He falls at my side and pulls me into his arms. “You’re responding well to me,” he whispers.

  “What?” I say hazily, feeling thoroughly fucked.

  “You climax very quickly,” he replies as he takes my hand and kisses the dorsal. “You will be very sore tomorrow; we’ll have to take it easy.”

  I try to get out of bed in the morning, and just as Julian said, I can barely walk; I am so sore. Julian has prepared a hot, bubble bath for me, and he instructs me to get in. I slide into the water, laying back to relax. Julian connects his iPod to the dock in the living room; filling the entire suite with smooth, mellow jazz music, and then he comes in the bath to join me.

  He gets behind me, bands his arms around me, and kisses the back of my neck.

  “I love you,” he whispers as he nibbles on my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

  “I love you more,” I whisper.

  “I love you way more,” he whispers.

  I savor being wrapped in Julian’s arms and the soothing water easing the inner pain caused by last night. I close my eyes and lean back into him. He leans his head on my shoulder. I feel safe and loved, being encircled by Julian.

  My mind drifts and images of our honeymoon so far flashes through my mind. We’ve already seen so many beautiful, paradise islands. I could live like this forever. My mind goes further back and recalls how Julian fought for me and stole me away from Derek. If it wasn’t for Julian vigorously pursuing me and committing rapine, I would still be with Derek, and not here with Julian so happily IN love.

  I recall the agreement. I really don’t know what to do with the money. I guess it’s just a rainy day fund. Julian pays for everything anyways and would buy me anything I desired. I guess I understand when Tanya once said, “My money is my money, and my husband’s money is also my money.”

  We get out of the bath, put on bathrobes and slippers and have a light breakfast on the terrace. Julian and I gaze into each other’s eyes, communicating our love without words.

  Julian has booked cabana couple’s massages. We lay side-by-side in cabanas overlooking the ocean. My neck, back, and shoulders are massaged by the therapist, and she says I have very little tension.

  “You must be a very happy girl,” my massage therapist says politely in her Fijian accent.

  “Yes, my husband makes me very happy,” I reply.

  “That’s my job,” Julian murmurs as he gets his shoulder rubbed. “To make my wife happy.”

  “I love you,” I murmur. My massage therapist works at my shoulders.

  “I love you more,” he responds.

  “Happy couple,” Julian’s massage therapist says.

  “Would you like to join me for golf?” Julian asks me.

  I access how I feel, and realize I am still sore and not in the mood for any sports, even slow-moving sports such as golf.

  “No honey,” I whimper. “I don’t feel like it.”

  “We’ll then let’s get a facial,” he suggests.

  “Honey I know you are getting bored, just go and play golf.” He’s completely attached to the hip. Will he always be like this?

  “I’m not leaving you.”

  “I’d like to get a facial honey,” I tell him. “You go play golf,” I say firmly.

  “No, I’m not leaving you,” he growls lowly.

  “I said go,” I raise my voice. This is our first married disagreement. “Go,” I yell at him.

  “He won’t let you go, will he?” My massage therapist chuckles.

  “Okay, I’ll be back in 60 minutes. You have your iPhone with you?”

  “Yes honey,” I reply, annoyed. I’ve gotten into the habit of keeping my phone with me; Julian insists I always carry it with me. It must be something to do with the fact that Derek may still be trying to find me and get me back or it could simply be that Julian wants to know where I am at all times.

  “We will need to figure something else out,” he says under his breathe. “You better take good care of her,” he lectures my massage therapist.

  “He’s very protective over you,” my massage therapist says once Julian has left.

  “Yes, that’s his nature,” I murmur and sigh.

  “Would you like to tell me how you met?” my massage therapist asks politely as she begins my facial.

  “We met…um…” I try to collect my thoughts and feel annoyed. Why is this question so commonly asked? Does it really matter how we fucking met? I am IN love him, and that’s all that matters. I don’t care that he stole me away from another guy and kept my confined against my will. If I told anyone how we really metthey would be utterly shocked and judge me on being with such a terrible man.

  “We met at a club in New York,” I finally tell my massage therapist.

  “Oh you are from New York. What a beautiful city,” she responds.

  “I am starting to like the paradise islands much more than the city.”

  “I love the city, it’s so exciting,” she says in a less formal tone as she is getting more comfortable with me.

  “Well I actually really like my husband’s home in Switzerland.”

  “Oh he’s not from New York?”

  “No, he was just visiting when we met,” I reply quickly. Hmm…Was he? I wonder if Julian has a home in New York. I should ask him. Actually, I should ask him where all his one hundred twenty-one residences are. Wow, he is a really accomplished man for his age. Sometimes I forget how wealthy and successful he is! However, all that really matters is the love between us.

  “So your husband is from Switzerland?”

  “Yes that is where he was born and raised.” This lady has gotten really talkative. I would prefer if she closed her mouth and continued my facial in silence.

  “What does your husband do?” she probes.

  This lady won’t shut up! “He does business and real estate,” I answer politely, meanwhile feeling annoyed.

  I think she hears the annoyance in my voice, and she stops talking as she massages light facial oil onto my face.

  Julian returns right before my facial ends. I sense his shadow hovering over me and I open my eyes.

  “Your skin is glowing,” he compliments as looks down at me. “Great job,” he compliments my therapist and tips her with a hundred dollar US bill.

  “Thank you sir,” she says humbly and hides the bill away in her pocket.

  “Come, let’s go to the beach,” Julian commands.

  I get up and realize I am feeling utterly tranquil. Pampering does turn a girl on and I kiss Julian. He grabs my h
and and leads me to Natadola Beach.

  We lay side-by-side right at the edge of the shoreline, propped up with our elbows, half in the water and half on the white sand. Our legs are being splashed by the water.

  We look ahead at the ocean. The clear blue sky merges with the blue water. The sun is high in the sky. We spot a family swimming in the water.

  I have such an irresistible urge to be as close to him as possible. As I move closer to Julian’s side, my eyes suddenly fall upon a small but severe scar on his muscular upper arm. I stroke it gently. “What is this from?” I ask concerned. The bright sunlight is making the scar more visible because I’ve never noticed it before.

  “A lesson in masculinity,” he replies without turning to look at me.

  I kiss his scar. “I suppose from you father?”

  “Yes, a painful lesson but one I now appreciate.”

  “What did you do?” I probe.

  “I was 10 years old and I was scared but my father didn’t allow any emotions of fear. He said a man has to be fearless.”

  “What were you scared of?” What an awful thing to do to a 10 year old boy!

  “That’s not important now.”

  “Are you scared of anything?” I probe. “You know there’s nothing wrong with having fears.”

  “I’m not scared of anything Cheryl,” Julian answers boldly.

  “Seriously…nothing?”

  “Nothing. Fear is a weak emotion only designed for women.”

  “You always have something to say about everything.” I chuckle.

  “What’s your fear Cheryl?”

  “Hmm…I have a few.” I murmur. “I’m scared of all bugs except butterflies, sharks, jellyfish, and deep water in general.”

  “I guess those are common fears for a woman to have. I’ll make sure you don’t have any of those around you.”

  “I’m also scared of Derek finding me,” I add nervously.

  Julian whips his head to meet my eyes. His jaw clenches and his eyes burn.

  “Would you allow me to implant a tracking device chip inside you?” he asks quietly. “That way I will always know where you are without you having to carry your phone around.”