The Billionaire's Purchased Wife

by L. Nicole

  She’s making me hard, and I know she sees the way my cock is tenting in my pants. Her gaze hesitantly cuts to my crotch and her cheeks bloom that baby soft pink shade. Unable to stop myself, I stroke my finger lazily along her jaw. “You’re so beautiful, Grace. I hope one day I’ll be waking up to your face every morning.”

  “Victor.” She turns her head, but I direct her attention back to me.

  “Never shy away from me, Moya Krasota.”

  “This is all so new to me…I.”

  “I’ll show you what I like and if you are open to my touch, you can do the same for me.”

  “I think I’d enjoy that very much.”

  “Good girl,” I praise her, then nibble on her ear, earning me a soft gasp. I can’t wait to hear all the little sounds of pleasure and discovery I will tear from her throat when I truly touch her. Siding my palm down the column of her throat I watch her lips as she pants softly not knowing the things she’s awakening inside me.

  But soon…I’m going to show her my deepest desires.

  “Tell me where to touch you or better yet, show me.” I cover her hand with my own. My large size engulfing her slender frame.

  Grace hesitates momentarily but I encourage her. Torturous inch by inch she guides our hands lower until they rest at the edge of her torso. I can’t fight the way my lips tug into an eager and prideful grin. “Do you ever touch your pussy?”

  Her eyes dilate. That shade of pink I love bringing out on her skin appears, flushing down her throat. She shakes her head slightly and I groan.

  “Has anyone ever touched you here?” I move my hand to her upper thigh, that is exposed from under my shirt she slept in last night.

  “Only you…just now.”

  Fuck. I inch my fingers closer to where I ache to explore. Rubbing over the center of her damp panties. Grace is turned on, seeking my touch, and that feels like a miracle. Her body arches into my hand. I pull her panties aside to touch her sweet pussy, that is slick with her arousal. Her juices coat my fingers, as I slide them back and forth through her velvety heat. Her mouth parts and forms an O. The sight is erotic and makes me grow even harder when I hear a moan. A moan that washes over me and tells me one thing. My girl is enjoying my simple touch. I can’t wait to see how she reacts when I kiss her there.

  Not able to wait any longer, I thrust a finger into her sweet heat, instantly rewarded with a gasp as her body trembles, responding to the motion. Making a come-hither gesture with my finger, I know I’m hitting her sweet spot, but I need to taste her. The moment my thick digit leaves her, she whimpers, but I’m going to give her something better. My mouth.

  I grip her lacey bottoms on both sides and rip the thin material with little effort.

  Grace stares at me in disbelief but the moment my mouth caps over her clit and hums against her sensitive nerves she falls apart, unraveling completely like a ribbon coming loose from a spool. Threading her fingers in my hair, she comes alive, yanking on the dark strands, urging me to keep my mouth between her legs and my two fingers thrusting in and out of her tight core. A shudder moves through her and she pulls on my hair harder, panting in pleasure, letting out a low moan as she comes. I smile, looking up at her, through hooded eyes, loving that I’m the first and only man to get her off.

  Her stomach lets out a small growl. I’m ending this much sooner than I’d like, but I can’t have Grace going hungry.

  I take time to clean her with a soothing, warm cloth. She’s hungry, so I don’t take the time I want. I can’t help but kiss her sweet little pussy a few times though. It has become my favorite place to be.

  Finally, we make our way to the kitchen where I can feed my woman and prepare her for round two. The thought makes me smile. There’s a welcome basket on the counter with muffins, bananas, and instant coffee for two. It will have to do until we can get into town.

  I leave my shirt off, I can sense that Grace appreciates the view of my bare chest. Her gaze seems to keep drifting to my pecs. The way her soft pink tongue keeps darting out to lick the crumbs on the corners of her sweet mouth, drives me crazy.

  I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She’s a vision of pure beauty. An angel made purely for loving me, of that I am certain. Nibbling on her food like a bird, she’s proper and adorable. I pinch off a hearty bite of the chocolate chip muffin I’m eating and bring it to her lips.

  Her eyes widen but she opens up an accepts the morsel of food. It brings me great pleasure to feed her. I want nothing more than to take care of this woman.

  “What are you thinking?” I question, as she sips on her coffee.

  “That you aren’t the man I thought you were.”

  “I hope that’s a good thing.”

  “Oh, it’s a definitely a good thing, Victor.” I love the sound of my name on her lips.

  She smiles and contentment washes over me.

  Grace Clarington will become Grace Serepova. My wife and mother of my future children.

  17

  Victor

  “What are your brothers like?” Grace asks. We’re fishing off the dock and she’s been kind of quiet today. We went into town and bought some supplies. Her clothes arrived and she’s not asked for me to take her home, so I figure I’m at least making headway with her.

  At least I hope I am.

  After spending the morning with her hands on me, touching her, kissing her, I’m dying to do more. I am holding back, but I’m going to have to jerk-off in the shower tonight. That’s for damn sure. I don’t mind. Fuck, this time with Grace has been the best in my life. Every moment I spend with her, just solidifies the fact that she’s the one I’m supposed to be with. Now, I just need to convince her.

  “Nikolai is the quiet one, methodical and calculating. He has this armor around him that none of saw crack until Gabby came in his life. She makes me laugh… a lot,” I tell her, smiling as I think of my brother. Until recently, I was jealous of him. Happy for him too, of course, but envious of the joy that he found in life. My gaze goes back to Grace and I smile at her, because I can feel that joy bubbling up just when we share a smile. It will only get better. I know that as sure as I know it will rain here today. I look up at the dark clouds…. Definite rain.

  “I always wondered what it would have been like to grow up with siblings. My father loved me, but while being an only child had advantages, it gets lonely.”

  “I assure you, Grace, you will never be lonely with me.” I bring my lips to hers and raindrops pelt down.

  Grace squeals and the sound travels straight through me vibrating straight to my cock.

  “Come on.” I take her hand and we abandon our poles. I will gather them later.

  Hand in hand we make a run for it, but Grace stops at the end of the deck and laughs. We’re soaked through. I can see the outline of her breasts through her thin white shirt and her nipples have hardened. Cupping her face, I live in this moment with her and kiss her fiercely as the rain continues to fall, not caring that we are a sloppy wet mess.

  “This is quite the beginning, Victor,” she whispers against my lips, and I can’t control myself. I need her more than the air I breathe. Touching her breasts over her shirt, I want nothing more than to strip her bare and continue where we left off this morning. I’m going to have Grace, there’s no denying that she wants this too. Her body molds into mine and she reaches between us, rubbing her fingers up and down my chest, moving below my navel, teasing at the button on my pants. I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles where my ring should be sitting on her finger.

  Our mouths connect and her soft tongue slips between my lips and I have to call a stop to this, before it’s too late. I want her, but not like this. Not out here in the elements where anyone might see what’s only meant for my eyes.

  I lead her inside.

  Water puddles at our feet, as we kick our shoes off inside the mudroom. I strip down to my boxers and toss my wet clothes in the washer. Grace is shivering and I dash to the bathroom
to get her a towel. When I return to her, she’s clad in only her bra and panties. Her arms are crossed over her middle, shielding her body from me. Her dark hair hangs over shoulders. Light catches the different shades and dances off of the soft strands, while water drips to the floor.

  “You take my breath away.” I hand her the towel feeling a tremor work through me because I want her so badly. Grace smiles at me, lowering her eyes, thick lashes shielding them from me, as she wraps the towel around her body. I use the extra towel I grabbed for myself to wring out her hair. With the task complete, I move to dry her body. I hold her gaze, seeking permission to continue. There’s a longing in her eyes and I’m damn happy to know that she’s feeling this too.

  Her hands move to my chest and Grace goes on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. “Thank you, Victor, for taking such good care of me.”

  The more time we spend together the more her walls come down.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I demand.

  Her pink lips screw into a sexy pout and she taps her chin. “I’m thinking I like you without your shirt on.”

  “You do?” I ask, surprised she’s being so direct.

  “A lot, and I want to do more than touch you.”

  Fire burns through me at her words but I hold back and grab her wrist when she goes to touch me over my boxers. “Don’t doubt that I want this. That I want you, but there’s only one way I will do this.”

  “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  “I’m not playing with you. I’m not in this purely for the sex. I want you tied to me.”

  “Victor—”

  “I want you in my bed every night, Grace. I want to buried inside of you every night. I want to have children with you. This isn’t some game, despite how quickly it began.”

  “I… You have to know that I want that to, Victor. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here.

  “Then understand this Grace. You are mine now. I want the world to know that. I want my ring on your finger and I want it big enough that anyone that sees it will know that you are completely off the market.”

  “You’re serious, aren’t you?” She doesn’t sound angry, only curious. “You didn’t bring me here just to seduce me…you brought me here to convince me.”

  I watch as she connects the dots. Her face changing as quickly as her thoughts.

  “Victor…did you…you bought my house, didn’t you?”

  “Grace, the first night I asked you to dinner, I didn’t do so well at expressing my wishes. I meant every word but not in the way it sounded. I care about you. More than you know. The first moment I saw you I was attracted to you, but it goes so much deeper than that. You’re kind. I know the lengths you went to for your father’s employees. You are so selfless. And I find that quality sexiest of all. But it’s your turn to have someone take care of you. I want to be that someone.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes.”

  “You didn’t ask.”

  “I’m not the asking type, Grace. I man who is used to getting his way and taking what he wants, but for you…” I trail off, lifting her into my arms and leading her into the bedroom.

  “What are we doing?” Her voice is timid, but raspy.

  I deposit her to the edge of the bed. “Sit here for me, Moya Krasota,” I ask her, kissing her cheek gently and letting go of her hand.

  Her curious eyes follow me as I go over to the dresser. I smirk to myself as I pull out the box. Charlie thought I was crazy, but the day I first met Grace I picked this ring out for her.

  Gripping the box in my hand, I open it with my back to her. I take out the ring and close my fist around it. I shove the box back in the drawer and cross the room to her.

  On one knee, I take her hand in mine, sliding the ring on her finger as I speak. “I want to build a life with you, Grace. I want to take care of you. I want to cherish you in each and every way. Marry me, Moya Krasota.”

  18

  Grace

  I stare down at the elegant princess cut diamond that sparkles on my finger. Victor’s gaze is burning through me. I’m in shock. He came prepared. The man doesn’t play around. Maybe this is crazy, but the word hangs on the tip of my tongue. “Yes, Victor. My answer is yes.”

  I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing come out of my own mouth. Maybe I should take my time to get to know him better. I care for him, but this is a big step. Still, I know that Victor is the man that is in my heart. However quick this happened, I was meant to be his, as much as he was meant to be mine. I know enough about Victor to know that he’s a good man. I mean, he bought my house for me, for way more than I was asking, and he did it anonymously. I couldn’t believe it when the realtor told me that the buyer said I could stay for a year.

  Was he giving himself a year to convince me?

  My thoughts are broken by the crashing of his lips coming down on mine. Victor’s mouth claims mine and our tongues slide together like old friends. It’s like we’ve been kissing for most of our lives. He was right. We do fit. We make sense in every form of the word. I feel like this man completes me. Victor Serepova is my dream man.

  A protector.

  A friend.

  A lover.

  And soon… husband.

  I always thought that I might save myself for my wedding night, but I don’t want to wait. I want to be with Victor. He smells earthy and fresh like the rain that washed over us moments ago. My heart is in my throat, because I’m nervous of what is to come. I’ve never been with anyone and Victor isn’t just anyone. He’s a man who wants to marry me. His large hand spreads along my ribcage with ownership and I find that I want to be owned by him. I want him to love me…to make love to me.

  “Don’t be shy, not with me, Moya Krasota,” his deep voice is thick with emotion. The intensity of those dark eyes thrills me and warmth floods between my thighs. No one has ever looked at me the way this man does.

  Our bodies rub together as he hovers over me resting his weight on his arms.

  “I have a confession, Victor.”

  He gazes into my eyes as he draws lazy circles over my belly, dragging his fingers slowly across my skin. “You can tell me anything.”

  “If you’d held out for possibly a few more hours before making an offer…I would’ve said yes…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was just scared of the unknown… scared of the way you made me feel.”

  “And how do I make you feel?”

  “Alive. Cherished…loved.”

  “Do you love me, Moya Krasota?” he kisses my shoulder, sliding my bra strap down my arm and exposing my breast.

  “I do. I love that you went above and beyond for me. No one has ever done anything like this for me, Victor. It’s fast, but it feels right. I feel you in here.” I place his hand over my heart. “I love you, Victor Serepova.”

  “And I you, Grace.”

  His mouth caps over my nipple, and I moan. My legs thrash as he touches me all over. My body is fevered with desire, and I scratch my fingernails down his back unable to keep my hands to myself. Victor has lit a fire in me that only he can put out.

  “So responsive, my sweet Grace. You taste sugary and perfect.” The man kisses me all over, tasting every inch of my skin. Touching me in places that I never knew could be touched.

  “Keep going,” I urge him, never wanting this feeling to end.

  Sliding down my body, he drags his lips and hands over my skin in an erotic fashion until he meets the waist of my white lace underwear. Through hooded eyes he looks to me for permission, and I give him a slight nod, flushing all over. This is really happening. Wasting no time, he inhales me there and pulls the material down my legs, his gaze never leaving mine, showing me the desire in his dark eyes.

  Victor is hungry for me and I want him to devour me. His touch is gentle between my legs, rubbing his fingers through my slickness. “So tight, Moya Krasota. So wet for me.” His thick digits move in an out and at first the feeling is foreign still even
though he touched me like this earlier, but fast it becomes good. I relax into his touch and pressure builds inside me, like a cork about to be popped from a bottle of champagne. “That’s it, let go for me.” His voice is like velvet in my ear, and I push his boxer briefs down knowing what’s to come next…

  “Do you want me inside you, Grace?”

  “Yes,” I breathe the word out like a prayer, seeing his size. My eyes widen and fear grips me. Will he fit?

  Victor smiles at me, seeing my question without saying a word. “We’ll fit together perfectly, because you were made for me,” he whispers soothingly.

  “I’m not…” my cheeks warm. “I’m not on birth control.”

  “The sooner you are pregnant the better. I don’t want anything between us, Moya Krasota.” He reaches between us and his thick manhood presses against me. “Do you want our child, Grace?”

  “Yes, Vic…tor,” I respond, my answer broken up as I let out a nervous squeak when his manhood presses against me. But, Victor assures me and calms me that it will be okay. The intrusion is brief, and I find having his eyes on mine helps. We stay locked together, neither of us moving, only our heavy breaths passing between us. “I love you, Grace.”

  “I love you, Victor.” He shifts and spreads my legs further apart, stretching me as my body willingly accepts him. All of him. Victor making love to me is beautiful. We are two halves of a soul becoming one.

  Victor says he is no hero or prince charming but to me he is all that and more.

  Epilogue

  Victor

  One Month Later

  There’s only one way Grace is coming and that’s on my cock, while my diamond ring glistens on her finger. I thread our hands together, holding them over her head, as she writhes beneath me. Her body is flushed in that pink shade I love so much. Nipples erect, waiting to be sucked between my greedy lips and tasted by my eager tongue. I do exactly that, nibbling on the taut skin maneuvering back and forth between, each one paying both equal attention.