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

by Charlotte Rose

  I look back down at my plate and continue to eat.

  “You’re ignoring me,” Julian growls.

  I finally glance up from my plate but I don’t say a word. Julian pierces me with a fiery stare and his jaw clenches tight.

  I look down and go back to eating.

  “Cheryl, I know what you’re doing and I don’t like it. Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he growls.

  I continue to eat as if I never heard him.

  Julian rises up so fast that the table trembles and the plates rattle loudly as he rushes to me.

  I shriek as he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and stalks away. I’m positioned so high up over his shoulder that I only see the floor as Julian walks, his arm is tightly clamped over my rear end.

  “Let me go,” I shout, smashing my fists against his back.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” Julian growls.

  My belly clenches hard. He’s taking me now and I have a feeling he’s going to give it to me really hard.

  “Let me go,” I slam my fists as hard as I can against his back but secretly I don’t want to go anywhere.

  Julian goes into the elevator which shoots us up to the next floor. I am repetitively pounding my fists against Julian’s back. His back is so firmly built, that my fists begin to ache. The position so high up his shoulder has become uncomfortable and I’m stuck staring at the ground the entire time.

  Julian strides out of the elevator and into the master bedroom. He tosses me on the bed and throws himself on top of me. I offer some resistance, pretending that I don’t want him, but my belly clenches hard and tight, preparing to be penetrated by his ten inch shaft. “Stop, get off me,” I shout as I push at his chest.

  “Nobody ignores me,” he growls as he unzips his pants. “And for that, I will fuck you so hard, you won’t walk properly all day.”

  My belly clenches even tighter. I grin but quickly clench my jaw and get back into the role play. “Stop, get off me,” I cry out.

  I shriek as Julian pulls up my dress to my waist and violently rips my panties off. He pulls out his throbbing length from the space between his pant zipper.

  I push Julian away with all my strength as if I don’t want him. “No, stop,” I scream at the top of my lungs as he forcefully pries my legs open and places himself right between them, his throbbing length positioned right by my entrance.

  He is fully erect, his eyes staring at my opening as if it were the first time he was going to fuck me. He scoots forward and slams his length inside me so hard that I scream out in surprise.

  He begins hammering his ten inch shaft inside me, watching my breasts bounce with each ruthless, sharp thrust. I feel stabs of pain shoot through me. I close my eyes and give in to the fast and harsh rhythm he has set. My inside begins to ache, stretch, and burn so intolerably.

  I let out nonstop screams and moans as his shaft briskly rubs and hits against my G-spot. A wave of pleasure takes over me and just then he leans forward, his shaft now begins rubbing against my C-spot as well. He fucks me at just the right angle to stimulate my two spots at the same time and I feel a blended orgasm coming on.

  I savor his iron solid body moving on top of me, between my legs, ravishing me. His pure masculinity and aggressive nature when he fucks me has me trembling and unfurling.

  I am tensed up so tightly now and I scream piercingly loud as my body unwinds. I feel my blended orgasm take over my body, releasing the built up tension. A feeling of euphoria spreads throughout my entire body. My mind goes blank as all thoughts completely clear from my head. My inside repeatedly pulsates, tightens and releases around Julian’s length.

  Julian is thrusting viciously now, his body stiffening, preparing to pump me full with his semen. Pulses and waves of pleasure move through me and at that moment, I feel Julian unleash a deluge of hot liquid inside me.

  He groans loudly as he thrusts fast and hard, empting out his entire load inside me. I feel the hot liquid spread up inside me and I slowly come down from my peak of pleasure. I feel Julian jerking on top of me, making sure to milk out the last of his load.

  He stops moving and rolls off me. We lay there, side-by-side for a while, not wanting to move so we can fully savor our orgasms.

  As I come down from my high, thoughts begin to fill my head again. I lay there for a while contemplating Julian’s behavior and how lustfully he took me when I ignored him at breakfast.

  I snicker to myself. I think I’ve figured Julian out. All I have to do is ignore and resist him if I really want him to ravish me.

  Julian pulls me into his arms. I turn to my side, lay my head on his chest, ear to his heart. I close my eyes and listen to his erratically pounding heart as it slowly calms and resumes to a steady beat.

  He cradles my head, gently running his hands through my hair and along my neck. His feather light touch feels so blissful that it’s almost as good as the blended orgasms he gives me, almost, but not quite.

  I begin to run my fingers along Julian’s broad chest and his bulging abdominal muscles. My mind begins to wander and takes me back to when Julian first saw me and decided he had to have me in New York.

  “What were you thinking the first time you saw me and I resisted you?” I murmur, while Julian continually runs his hands along my hair and neck.

  “The first thing that popped into my head?”

  “Yes,” I respond.

  “Well, the first thing was, I can’t wait to get that woman underneath me and have my way with her,” Julian says, sounding as if he is trying to censor himself.

  “But really, what were you thinking?” I question further.

  “Cheryl, I was thinking like any primal man thinks when he wants a woman,” Julian mutters. “I wanted to fuck you raw and blow as much of my load as I can get inside you.”

  My eyes widen and then I smirk. “Very dirty thoughts,” I murmur.

  Julian lays me aside and gets up from the bed.

  “Where are you going?” I whine, still wanting to cuddle with him some more.

  He leaves and doesn’t come back for a while. I close my eyes and rest until he comes backs.

  I awaken after some time and see Julian still hasn’t returned. I turn my head and notice a bottle of Advil and some water on the bed stand.

  As I sit up I feel a burning ache in my core. I down an Advil with some sips of water. I notice a small note on the bed stand. I pick it up and read it.

  The Sun and the Moon

  I will be your sun,

  Giving you light with all my power,

  Burning with the fires of strength,

  My warm rays caressing you each day.

  You are my moon,

  Shining brighter than any of the stars,

  Silently powerful,

  Controlling the tides,

  Transforming the darkness into light.

  Together the sun and the moon shine bright and sustain life,

  We illuminate in different ways and at different times,

  Forever lighting up the universe,

  The heavens and the earth.

  Love,

  Julian

  I’ve never in my entire life received a love poem. This is so incredibly sweet. As savage, aggressive, and brutal as Julian is, he can at times also be sweet, romantic, and old-fashioned. I love that he is composed of two extreme sides: a devil and an angel.

  I feel myself get emotional and a few tears run down my cheeks. I never loved someone as much as I love Julian. My heart constricts and I unleash a flood of tears.

  After a while, I pull myself together. I wipe away my tears, get out of bed, and get dressed. I go downstairs into the living room, and I see Julian sitting on the couch, talking on his cell phone. He nods his head. “Okay, good, have a nice day,” Julian says kindly and finishes the call.

  “Who was that?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

  “That was my younger sister, Layla, she’s eager to meet you. I also have an older sister.”


  “I’d love to meet your sisters.”

  “We have a whole life time together, you will meet them in time.”

  “Layla is such a pretty name, what is the name of your other sister?”

  “Michelle,” Julian responds. “She’s the one that is married.”

  “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you had sisters sooner.”

  “Getting to know someone is like peeling an onion, layer after layer until reaching the core. I still don’t know everything about you.”

  “I think you know me well,” I murmur.

  “Not as well as I’d like to, Cheryl,” Julian whispers. “I want to peel layer after layer until I get inside your brain.”

  I suddenly recall that my friend Yula was pregnant with her first child the last time I saw her, right before I was taken from New York by Julian. Yula had planned to use the name Layla if it would be a girl. However, at the time she still wasn’t sure of the baby’s sex.

  “I need to call my friend,” I tell Julian abruptly. I realize I hadn’t even bothered to call or email to ask her about her child and how she’s doing. I called my mother and my friend Tanya a while back at the start of our honeymoon, but for some reason Yula completely slipped from my mind. I’ve gotten so wrapped up in my new life with Julian and our honeymoon that I completely forgot. I’ve neglected my friendships, simply blasting out an email to my entire email list, and only having called my mother recently. I reason that during our honeymoon, I haven’t had much time to myself, it’s really been a whirlwind of travel, love and sex.

  “Okay, Cheryl. Go ahead,” Julian says.

  I rush upstairs to the master bedroom and close the door. I get my iPhone from my purse. I sit at the edge of the bed, tap at the screen and initiate the call.

  Yula appears on the screen, her familiar face makes me smile wide. She looks just as beautiful as I remember. Her waist-length, jet-black hair flows down in loose, cascading waves. Her emerald green eyes widen as she gazes at me.

  “Cheryl,” she shrieks in her high-pitched, girly voice. “I haven’t heard from you for an eternity!”

  “I know, I’m so sorry, I’ve—”

  “Tanya told me everything. I can’t believe you are with Julian,” she shrieks, her eyes widen even more.

  “I know and he’s wonderful, I’ve never been happier.” I smile, knowing that words cannot even begin to convey how happy I am. “But I’ve called to find out how you’re doing, how is your baby?”

  “I’m seven months pregnant now and it’s a boy!”

  “Oh Yula. I’m so happy for you,” I cry out. “What will be his name?”

  “I’ve named him Valentino,” she says, grinning wide.

  “That’s wonderful!” I shriek.

  She moves the camera down to show me her bulging belly and back up to her face. “He’s really been kicking lately.”

  “Wow you’re so big, this is so exciting,” I comment.

  “I know, but please tell me when you are coming back to New York? I’ve missed you so much.”

  “I don’t think I’ll be coming back to New York,” I say gravely. “Julian lives primarily in Switzerland.”

  “I’ve heard Switzerland is beautiful.”

  “Oh there’s so much more to tell you,” I gasp.

  “Do tell! I have lots of time,” she encourages.

  “It’s too much to say in one phone call Yula,” I say, feeling overwhelmed. “And Julian is taking me to Germany soon. Whereas, most people just go to one tropical spot on their honeymoon, we’ve been traveling the whole world during our honeymoon and it’s been so incredible.”

  I hear a knock at the door.

  “Yula, I have to run, that’s probably him right now telling me we have to go,” I say quickly.

  “Okay, honey, but please tell me everything, when you have some free time write me an email. I want to know everything, down to the smallest detail you can provide.”

  “Okay, I promise I will,” I respond. “Bye, honey. I’ve got to go.”

  “Bye, Cheryl.”

  I tap the screen to end the call and Yula disappears from the screen.

  I walk over to the door and open it.

  “Cheryl, who were you talking to?” Julian asks sternly.

  “I had to call my friend Yula, who I haven’t talked to in a long time. She is seven month pregnant.”

  “We can visit your friends in New York sometime if you like,” Julian suggests.

  “Really? I’d love that,” I say and suddenly my mind flashes with images of Derek and my life with him.

  Julian frowns, appearing to already know what I’ve brought to mind.

  “Maybe it would be better if you invited them to Switzerland,” Julian says, still frowning.

  “Yes, that would work as well if they agree.”

  “Let’s go, Cheryl,” Julian says, smiling. “I’d like to take you to a famous café in Vienna before we leave to go to Germany.”

  I grab my purse, and follow behind Julian.

  We arrive at a cute little coffee shop that Julian informs me has been in operation for many years. Julian orders two coffees and some pastries. We sit at a small table outside overlooking a river and mountains.

  I take a sip of coffee and my eyes widen. It’s one of the best cups of coffee I’ve ever tried. It doesn’t compare to the popular, franchised coffee shops in America.

  Julian explains the itinerary for Germany as we sip on our coffee and nibble at the pastries.

  We sit in silence for a while, just taking in the beautiful Austrian scenery and enjoying our unparalleled coffee.

  “I never imagined I’d ever be as happy as I am with you,” I say as I turn my gaze away from the scenery and onto Julian’s face.

  “I’m glad to hear that,” Julian responds, his blue eyes flashing.

  “And I really appreciate your generosity and all that you have provided me with,” I murmur. “But you know I love you for more than just the money.”

  “I know, Cheryl. I can see it very clearly,” Julian responds and takes a sip of his coffee.

  We both gaze out over the natural scenery again, appreciating the moment. I hear many birds chirping loudly and the soothing sound of the river flowing.

  Suddenly, Julian turns his attention back onto me. “You know that everything I own is yours and if something should ever happen to me, which I’ll make sure it won’t—”

  “Don’t say such things,” I interrupt.

  “I know, but remember, all that I own is yours.”

  Our limo driver takes us back home, where he begins to load our luggage into the trunk.

  Just before we leave, I grab the numerology book that I notice still lying on the coffee table in the living room.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  In the private plane, on the way to our next destination, I read the numerology book, in the chapter about the compatibility of life path 1 and 2. Julian is tapping away at his laptop beside me as I read to myself.

  Number 1 is for Sun and number 2 is for Moon. Number 1 is aggressive, dominating, and determined while number 2 is gentle, emotional, understanding and dependent on others. This combination is beneficial for any relationship where the number 1 person is leading and the number 2 person is supporting. For marriage, if number 1 person is the chief earner of the family and number 2 is taking care of the family, this combination could be an excellent compatible match.

  So Julian is the sun and I am the moon. I recall when Julian kept me confined in his home in Switzerland and I asked why he thought men and women are not equal. He told me that men and women are created to be different and serve different roles in the same way as the sun and the moon are different and serve different roles. Both are valuable and have great worth, illuminating the Earth at different times.

  I put my attention back onto the book and continue to read through it for the remainder of the flight.

  After a while, Julian puts his warm mouth to my ear. “We’ve arrived,” Juli
an whispers. I peek up at him from the book. I’ve become completely engrossed by the book, and am nearly halfway through it.

  “We’re in Germany?” I say excitedly.

  “I have a little surprise for you.” His eyes gleam. “Before we go to Germany, we’ve made a stop in your country, the Czech Republic.”

  I gasp with surprise.

  “I have an even bigger surprise waiting for you.” He flashes a wide grin.

  “What is it?”

  “You’ll see.”

  “The last time I visited my country was when I was really small and I don’t remember it very well.” I wrap my arm around Julian’s thick arm and nuzzle him. “Thank you.”

  When we get out of the private plane, there is a limo waiting for us. We go inside the limo and I gasp.

  “Mommy,” I shriek.

  “Cheryl,” my mother shrieks and hugs me tightly.

  “I miss you so much,” I say through tears, squeezing her tightly. I haven’t seen her in person for such a long time, so just touching her and smelling her distinct flowery perfume makes me feel emotional. I love her so much.

  I pull away and take a good look at her. She looks very much like me with her long, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Her smile is warm and caring, putting me right at ease. She looks happy to see me.

  I haven’t even noticed, but the limo has started moving and Julian has slipped into the limo beside me. He remains silent, giving us time to reunite and talk.

  I go into great detail, telling her about where we had our marriage ceremony and all the places we have visited during our honeymoon. I also inform her that Julian and I will have another wedding just for family and friends.

  I’ve been talking excitedly with her for a while until I feel out of breath. I realize I haven’t even given them a chance to talk.

  “This is Julian, my amazing husband,” I say spiritedly.

  “I finally have a chance to meet the man who has makes my daughter so happy,” my mother says, smiling.

  Julian takes her hand and kisses the dorsal. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”