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

by Charlotte Rose

  “I'm not done with you,” Julian says abruptly.

  My eyes pop open.

  Julian hovers over me, spreads my legs and puts his face between my legs.

  He licks my inner thighs, slowly inching his tongue closer to my opening but once reaching there, he teases me by licking around it.

  Finally, he flicks his tongue several times on my clitoris. I moan with pleasure. He hardens his tongue and expertly slides it up and down my opening, stopping to expertly flick his tongue over my clitoris.

  “You like that?” he whispers from between my legs.

  “Yes, it feels good, honey,” I whisper back seductively. “You’re a pro.”

  He seems intent on pleasing me now. He groans as he expertly flicks my clitoris with his tongue. I arch my back and completely let go to the intense and pleasurable sensation vibrating through me.

  He circles his tongue around my clitoris, driving me wild. He continues increasing the pace steadily, winding me up slowly.

  He inserts two fingers inside me and finger fucks me as he lashes his tongue harder onto my clitoris. I am completely wound up and pleasure vibrates through my entire body.

  He hits his tongue hard and fast on my clitoris. I scream with bliss, as my body tenses tightly, and then releases with a powerful, explosive orgasm.

  I lay there, breathing heavily, completely satisfied and relaxed.

  Julian pulls me into his arms. “You liked that, baby?” he whispers.

  I nod, hum, and close my eyes. Fucking amazing.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  I wake up to the early morning sunlight that pours into the room, warming up my naked skin. The first thing that pops into my mind is last night. I really enjoyed last night.

  Julian is not in bed so I get up and go searching for him. I find him in the den on his laptop and talking on his cell. He is probably conducting business. He is wearing nothing but black boxer briefs looking like a sexy male underwear model. As soon as he notices me he smiles and indicates with his fingers that he will just take five minutes.

  I head back to the bedroom, looking through my clothing in the closet, unpacked from my luggage and color-organized by the maid. I am trying to decide what to wear for the day.

  Julian comes in before I have decided what to wear. He smiles.

  “You look beautiful, even without makeup,” he says, admiring my face. “Especially without makeup.”

  “Thank you, honey.” I smile, flattered. “What is the plan for today?”

  Julian’s eyes twinkle. “First, we will start with some breakfast in bed, so don’t get dressed yet.”

  “Sounds good.” I love breakfast in bed.

  “After breakfast, we are heading to Montreal. You can go take a shower. I’ve already showered.”

  Julian leaves the room. I take a shower.

  When I emerge from the shower and head back to the bedroom, Julian comes back with a platter of delicious goodies:

  Lindt chocolate spread

  Whip cream

  Jelly

  De-pitted fresh cherries

  Fresh strawberries

  I think I know what Julian has in mind regarding breakfast in bed.

  “Lie down on the bed, face up,” Julian orders.

  I do as he says and watch as he dips a spoon into some Lindt chocolate spread and spreads it thinly all over my breasts.

  He places some cold jelly on my belly button.

  He spreads my legs and places some whip cream on my opening.

  He licks my breasts slowly. I moan as he expertly swirls his tongue around my breasts and sucks my nipples, getting them rock hard.

  He places his mouth over my belly button, and proceeds to suck the jelly right out of my belly button. He licks the whip cream off me very slowly, teasing me with his tongue. He flicks his tongue hard and fast several times, hitting my spot with such perfect precision that I moan loudly, already in desperate need of him.

  “Close your eyes,” he whispers and I do as he says.

  He feeds me a strawberry dipped in whip cream.

  “Mmmm,” I moan in appreciation.

  Next, he feeds me a cherry, dipped in Lindt chocolate spread.

  “Mmm, I like it.”

  I open my eyes. “I have an idea,” I whisper as I get off the bed and get him onto the bed and into sixty-nine.

  I spread more whip cream on my opening. I spread some Lindt chocolate spread all over his length.

  We savor and taste each other. I love the taste of him, but I enjoy the added sweetness that the chocolate spread adds to his already scrumptious length.

  Julian skilfully swirls his tongue around inside me. I love the feeling of his tongue exploring inside me and teasing me. He licks the whip cream off me as I suck and lick his length coated in Lindt spread. I taste some of his pre-seminal liquid mixed with the chocolate spread in my mouth. I suck hard and fast, wanting Julian to release his liquid in my mouth.

  Julian alternates between sticking his tongue inside me, sucking me, and flicking my spot. He hardens his tongue and flicks hard and fast precisely on my clitoris, driving me wild. I moan as I prepare for a powerful orgasm. He picks up the pace with his tongue and I moan as a climax rips through my body.

  Julian shoves his length deeper into my mouth and releases his salty liquid down my throat. I swallow, loving the taste of Julian more than anything else. I swallow every last drop of him as he finishes ejaculating.

  We are headed to Montreal via private jet. Julian informs me that Montreal is the Paris of North America. In the jet I am holding on tight to Julian’s arm. I’m not a fan of flying, but Julian makes me feel safe. Julian has the window seat because I’d rather not look out the window.

  “I have a little surprise for you,” Julian whispers into my ear.

  I smile. “I love surprises.”

  Julian reaches into his Gucci leather briefcase, pulls out a black box and hands it to me.

  The letters H W are printed on top of the box.

  I open the box carefully to reveal a stunning diamond necklace. My mouth drops open. It looks just like the blue heart necklace from the movie Titanic. I am speechless.

  Julian appears to be satisfied with my response. “Let me help you put it on.”

  He takes the box from me, takes the necklace, and gets me to turn the other way. He places the necklace around my neck and closes the clip at the back.

  I touch and smooth over the necklace on my neck. I turn around to face him.

  He looks at my neck and smiles. “You look beautiful in it, just as I thought you would.”

  “Wow, it’s so much,” I whisper, still touching and feeling the necklace on my neck, a little in shock, knowing it must be worth millions.

  “It’s nothing really,” Julian says confidently. “Just a little something to show you how much I love you.”

  “It must be so expensive,” I whisper, knowing it could probably feed a whole third world country.

  “It’s by Harry Winston, one of my favorite jewelers. Don’t you like it?”

  “I mean, I love it, it’s beautiful, but you’ve already showered me with so much.”

  “I am worth billions, Cheryl. I have nearly unlimited wealth. Not only this, but my business continues to make me millions each day. I am so glad that I finally found someone to spend my money on.”

  I beam and kiss Julian. “Thank you. I love it.”

  “Glad you do,” Julian responds, his eyes twinkling. “I love to spoil you.”

  I never really realized until this moment that I am now living the lifestyle of the 1% in the world. I haven’t even used the Centurion Card Julian has given me and to think that just a few years ago, before Julian and Derek, I lived an “average lifestyle.”

  I turn my attention back to Julian.

  He examines me. “What’s wrong, Cheryl?”

  “Nothing, honey,” I smile sweetly. “Just a little overwhelmed. I’m still not exactly used to all this you know.”

  “I know,
but that’s what makes it all the more fun for me.” Julian grins mischievously.

  “It’s like a fairy tale,” I whisper.

  “We’re living the dream.” Julian responds.

  We hold hands the rest of the flight and my heart is fluttering with excitement at what’s to come with Julian.

  It’s rainy when we get to Montreal. Our private driver in Montreal takes us to our Royal Suite in the Ritz Carlton. In the suite, I take off my necklace, knowing I’ll have a chance to wear it sometime soon.

  In the afternoon, we attend the Cirque du Soleil show Julian has booked for us. I really enjoy the performance, and gape in amazement at the stunts and tricks they do. However, Julian is not as easily impressed.

  “A man can do anything if he puts his mind to it,” he whispers into my ear during a particularly remarkable-looking stunt.

  It has stopped raining, so after the show, we walk around old Montreal, hand-in-hand. I feel like I am in Europe.

  Julian is wearing a simple black Armani shirt and black pants. I am wearing a simple blue sheath dress and flat shoes. As much as I love stilettos, Julian has gotten me into wearing flat shoes. It’s pretty much essential for travel.

  I feel a few drops on my face at first and then the skies suddenly let all hell loose and it starts pouring rain. My dress and shoes get soaked instantly and Julian and I run for cover at the nearest café.

  We enter, completely drenched, and we take a seat. Julian makes a phone call to our private driver. I feel cold and wet and start trembling. Julian wraps his arm around me and when the waitress comes by he orders us lattes.

  When our orders come, I admire the beautiful latte art—a heart. I hear a loud strike of thunder outside. I hear the rain pouring down hard against the window as if tiny stones are being thrown against the window.

  We sip on our lattes, as we wait for our driver. Julian keeps me warm, his body heat enveloping me despite the cold, wet clothes clinging to my body.

  We laugh as another drenched couple quickly comes running in from outside and takes a seat by the table near us. It is unexpected, simple moments like these that I appreciate just as much as all the other fabulous moments with Julian. We’re just like any other couple madly in love. The twist is of course in the way that we met and Julian’s dark desires.

  “Has Derek tried to contact you recently?” I suddenly ask.

  Julian doesn’t answer for a moment and takes a sip of his latte.

  “He has,” Julian answers simply.

  “And?” I ask, curious.

  Julian gets an evil look in his eyes. “He wants you back, but he can’t have you. You’re mine.” Julian takes another sip.

  “What did he say to you?” My curiosity peaking.

  “That’s not important,” he says in a low tone. He grips his arm tighter around me.

  Our driver arrives and we are transported back to our hotel. In our suite, we strip out of our cold, wet clothes, and take a hot, steamy shower together with intervals of long, kissing sessions under the shower head.

  Julian and I get dressed up and ready for dinner and the comedy show that Julian has booked for us.

  We have a delicious dinner and then our driver drops us off at the comedy club. Julian is greeted warmly by the owner of the comedy club.

  The owner escorts us to our reserved table right near the stage. We have a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Brut waiting for us. The owner opens the bottle and pours us each a glass just as the show begins.

  The lights dim and the first comedian comes up onto the stage, the spotlight on him. It’s a very chubby funny-looking man in his 40s, with balding, brown hair. He starts with a few jokes about himself and his weight. He gazes around at the audience and spots us.

  “Hey good-looking couple.” The spotlight falls on us. “Both of you look like straight off the runway. It should be illegal looking as good as you two, you make the rest of us look like fucking ugly dicks.”

  A few people chuckle. All eyes are now on us. I feel really uncomfortable.

  “You two probably get the royal treatment wherever you go. You don’t have to wait long anywhere you two go. For me it’s like, back of the line fat ass.”

  A few people chuckle.

  “Must be easy in life for the finest of the human species, but as for the rest of us, we’re just shit out of luck that we came out of our mama’s pussy looking fat and ugly. I’m so fucking ugly that I asked my mama if she cheated on my dad. I came out looking so deformed that I scared the shit out of my dad like that jacked up story a while back—the Asian guy who sued his wife for having an ugly baby.”

  A few people laugh.

  The comedian turns his attention back to Julian. “You man, what’s your name?

  “Julian,” he responds, appearing easy-going and unfazed.

  “You’re a lucky man, the girl is gorgeous,” the comedian says. “How’d you guys meet?”

  My stomach churns. Oh no, not that question, and not at a comedy club.

  “We met in New York,” Julian responds casually. “At a club.”

  “Well fuck me. I’ll fucking go wherever it is you found that girl.”

  Julian is amused and has a grin on his face. I am somewhat uncomfortable as everyone in the entire room is gaping at us.

  The comedian finally removes his attention from us and turns his attention on another couple. I breathe a sigh of relief.

  The rest of the night, there are a few comedians that get me laughing so hard that my stomach aches. Julian and I finish off the bottle of champagne and have another one opened for us.

  At the end of the show, Julian suggests we go to a nightclub, but I’ve had way too much to drink and so we head back to our suite.

  In the morning we take a stroll in Mosaicultures Internationales park. The 3D botanical sculptures are extraordinary.

  I recall that Julian has promised another wedding for just our friends and family.

  “After our honeymoon I’d love for you to meet my mother and for us to organize another wedding.”

  Julian smiles and wraps his arm around me. “Whatever you wish. My parents would very much like to meet you as well, Cheryl. I know they will love you in person just as much as I do.”

  In the afternoon, we go up to Mont Royal and enjoy the views, and then we head back to our suite to get dressed up for dinner.

  After dinner our driver takes us to a UFC show. Julian has decided to introduce me into his world of fighting. I have never seen a UFC fight and Julian is excited to take me for my first show.

  Julian wears a black shirt, black tie, a black custom-made suit and a Louis Moinet watch. I wear a white, fully embroidered mini dress by Elie Saab and white Louboutins.

  As soon as we make an entrance at the crowded stadium, I take in the atmosphere—the lights are flashing bright colors of red, blue, and yellow; the crowd is young, super loud, and enthusiastic.

  Julian takes my hand and we make our way to our front row seats. Julian is greeted left and right by various high-profile individuals and A-list male celebrities in the front row seats of the stadium. I am shocked as these celebrities that I have seen on television and in movies act as if they have known Julian for ages and warmly greet him. Julian introduces me to them as his wife and they firmly shake my hand and smile at me. I try my best to look confident and smile back, but I am feeling giddy and nervous seeing these handsome and successful celebrities in person.

  Julian and I take our seats and wait for the show to begin. I can tell Julian is excited. I see the passion emanating from his eyes. Martial arts is what Julian loves.

  The show begins and the crowd roars and cheers as the fighters come up into the Octagon. I watch as the fighters take each other on and I instantly recall how Julian took on Derek, fighting for me.

  As the fight in the Octagon progresses, the crowd cheers louder and louder with the increasing brutality. The crowd is hungry for violence and I get into the spirit and watch with excitement as the fighters aggressively duel
with each other. In round two, the fighter lands a powerful punch, knocking his opponent to the ground. He is proclaimed the winner.

  In the next fight in the program, I watch as the two fighters jump each other as if they wanted to kill each other. One of the fighters knocks his opponent to the ground and I watch as they spar on the ground. It looks as if they are hugging and I giggle to myself. Julian is extremely focused and has his full attention on the fight. I watch as one of the fighters gets his opponent to tap out by using a choke hold and is proclaimed the winner. The crowd roars and cheers loudly.

  After the show, Julian and I are driven back to our suite by our private driver. In the limo, Julian pours me a glass of champagne as well as a glass for himself. We toast to a great time spent in Montreal and for a safe journey to our next destination—South Africa.

  CHAPTER SIX

  We arrive in Cape Town, South Africa via private jet in the morning. We are staying in one of Julian’s properties—a five bedroom stylish ocean mansion in Clifton.

  The mansion is nestled on a cliff with a breath-taking view of the ocean. It’s so surreal to think that this property is just one of the one-hundred-twenty-one residences around the world that Julian’s owns. I assume he keeps them mostly as investments.

  Julian performs a fingerprint and eye scan to enter the home. Our luggage is dropped off. Our designated private driver in South Africa takes us to breakfast in a top rated restaurant in Cape Town. Then, we take a helicopter tour over Cape Town. The helicopter pilot takes us up to 2,500 feet. Julian and I take in the breathtaking views while holding hands. The sky is crystal blue with not one cloud. The scene is like that of a postcard. The city of Cape Town is surrounded on three sides by the slopes of the flat-topped Table Mountain and on the fourth side by the harbor and deep blue water. To our amazement, a rainbow appears overhead Cape Town. I smile at Julian and he smiles at me with a shine in his eyes.

  After the helicopter tour we come back to our home to relax. At this property there is a dark-colored maid who do the cleaning and cooking, but Julian has decided to prepare us some lunch and coffee himself.