The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4)

by Julie Farrell

  As they sat in the car, Samira felt liberated – free from the shackles of normal life. But she knew she couldn’t tolerate this high-end opulence for long. She was already yearning for a walk in the countryside to counter all this lavishness.

  The car pulled up outside the massive five-star hotel that Ivan had booked during the flight, and she took Quin from him, holding her little boy close against her as they stepped onto the sidewalk. She smiled shyly at the drunk merrymakers who were swarming around, and she gripped Ivan’s hand tightly. It was like reality on steroids. Not somewhere she wanted her six-month-old baby to be.

  The hotel was breathtaking with its huge foyer, casino, and art gallery. They checked in and Samira decided that Las Vegas was too hectic and noisy for little Quin, so they arranged to have him taken care of at the hotel daycare center. Samira interrogated the woman who would be giving him her personal attention, and she felt satisfied that she could be trusted.

  They both kissed Quin goodbye, then they went shopping in a huge and crowded mall. They bought expensive gold wedding rings, and Samira found a pretty white dress, which was sleeveless, knee-length, and lacy. It was decorated with roses around the neckline and she felt like a little girl in it – as if she could fly with the butterflies.

  Ivan bought a designer suit, and they both got dressed in the store – climbing back into the limo in their wedding gear, and laughing at how fun and spontaneous this was. It felt good to be free.

  They asked the driver to take them to the Chapel of the Flowers, which was on the outskirts of the main strip – and much more tranquil. It was set in lush grounds with water fountains – obscuring the noises from the street like a little bubble of serenity away from the craziness outside.

  They handed over their ID and paid for the marriage license, then they waited outside the little chapel for the legal official. Samira’s chest jangled with nerves and excitement. Was she really about to do this? Marry the man of her dreams, who she’d thought she’d lost forever? It was like a dream come true!

  The chapel was beautiful inside – it was old-fashioned, but very bright, with marble floors, cream walls, and a high ceiling. There were four rows of pews on either side of the aisle, gold drapes at the huge windows, and massive bunches of white lilies hanging from each of the marble pillars.

  She had no idea how much this was all costing, because Ivan was taking care of that. Every time she asked about prices, he would just kiss her and tell her not to worry. She knew he was extremely wealthy, but that actually had nothing to do with her love for him. It just made things easier.

  She laughed out loud as she suddenly realized she was about to spend the rest of her life with a handsome, charming, gorgeous billionaire.

  “What?” he asked, smiling.

  “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how much I love you.”

  “I love you too. So much.”

  They shared an affectionate smile.

  She smoothed down her dress. “You sure I look okay?”

  “Samira, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait for you to be my wife. I want to spend forever with you and take care of our little boy together.”

  “This is the happiest day of my life, Ivan.”

  “Me too. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get hitched.”

  She laughed. “Okay.”

  The legal official informed them they were ready to begin, and he ushered Ivan down to the end of the aisle to stand by the marble altar. There was a witness sitting at the front – provided by the chapel – so all Samira and Ivan needed to worry about was getting their vows, rings, and kiss right.

  Samira stood by the door, holding a single gala lily, and – as the classical stringed music started – she embarked on her short stroll down the aisle alone. A pang of sadness struck her as she suddenly wanted her parents to be here – for her dad to be walking by her side. But they’d been tragically taken from her at a young age by the Iranian regime that she never wanted to return to.

  She pushed away her sadness and grinned as Ivan turned to watch her walking in time with the music. They both laughed at the craziness of the situation. But it was somehow incredibly romantic. All they needed was each other. That was the irony of getting married in Las Vegas – which was all glitter and no gold – but their marriage was all gold and not much glitter. It was Ivan and Samira stripped bare, and that was all she wanted.

  She halted next to him. The legal official was dressed in a white tux and he smiled warmly at them both – clearly pleased to be doing this for a living.

  “Hi,” she whispered to Ivan, unable to stop grinning.

  “Hi,” he said, trying not to laugh.

  Samira felt as if she was floating. Or dreaming. A few days ago this man had been dead to her, but now they were about to get married!

  The official spoke softly. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Samira and Ivan.” He proffered a little tray toward Ivan. “Ivan, please take Samira’s ring.”

  Ivan took ahold of Samira’s hand and slid the wedding band halfway down her finger.

  “I’ll get you the biggest rock of an engagement ring when all the crazy is over,” he whispered.

  She laughed. “I’d like that.”

  “Okay, Ivan,” the official said. “Please say your vows to Samira.”

  Ivan gazed into her eyes. They’d worked on their vows separately in the plane on the way over, so she had no idea what he was going to say… “Samira, I’m so happy to take you as my wife. I’ve loved you since the day I saw you there on that LA beach, and I’ll continue to love you forever. You’re like the Los Angeles sunshine, warming my soul with your beautiful radiance. You light up my life and bring out the best in me. I promise to always be the best person I can – to ensure that you’re happy and satisfied in every way. Forever.”

  Samira’s eyes prickled with tears of joy, but she swallowed the emotion, refusing to cry.

  “Thank you,” she said, gazing into Ivan’s gorgeous love-filled eyes.

  “Your turn, Samira,” the official said.

  Samira picked up Ivan’s ring with shaking hands and slipped it over his finger. She gazed deeply into his eyes, feeling as if their souls were merging.

  “Ivan, I’m so happy to take you as my husband. I’ve never met such an amazing person as you – someone who respects me and treats me with such tender love. When we’re together, my life sparkles like sunlight on the ocean. You make me laugh and you make me feel complete. Being with you is like coming home to the place I’ve been searching for all my life. I can’t wait to start our wonderful life together as husband and wife.”

  They smiled into each other’s eyes. Ivan winked, making Samira laugh.

  The official grinned. “And now my favorite part: you may seal your vows with a kiss.”

  Ivan stepped forward and wrapped Samira in his arms, sweeping her off her feet and supporting her weight. She laughed with elation. He gazed down at her, then kissed her strongly – making her feel secure, loved, and a little light-headed.

  ****

  Feeling as if she was floating on a cloud, Samira held Ivan’s hand as they went back to their hotel and picked up Quin – who was sleeping soundly after having just been fed. Excitement crackled through her. The ceremony had been perfect… now came their wedding night…

  The hotel room was extravagant – Ivan was a pretty down-to-earth guy, but he loved to treat Samira with luxury. She padded across the thick carpet, with the air-conditioning cooling her after being out in the Las Vegas heat. This room was bigger than her childhood apartment back in Iran – and it was the sort of boudoir that Hollywood starlets would be accustomed to. The king-sized bed was in a separate room through an elaborate archway, and there was a side-room with a crib for Quin, where Samira laid him down to sleep.

  She kissed him tenderly on his smooth little forehead, feeling complete now his daddy was back on the scene. And he was her husband! Optimism about staying in the US and
drawing a line under the last year sparkled inside her. All she needed was her passport and they’d be set...

  She said goodnight to her son, then strolled back to greet her husband, who was waiting in the main suite, sitting on the squashiest couch Samira had ever seen.

  He stood up. “Would you like some Champagne, Mrs. Quinlan?”

  He gestured to the mahogany table, where he’d arranged for Champagne, roses, and chocolates to be waiting.

  “You’re so romantic,” she said, as her insides leapt with love.

  He poured them both a drink, and they clinked glasses. Then he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.

  “Here’s to a long and happy life with you, Mr. Quinlan,” Samira said.

  “It will be, so long as you’re by my side, Mrs. Quinlan.”

  Samira laughed. “I’d better get used to being called that.”

  “You wanna take a bath?” he asked.

  She grinned. “Well, this is our wedding night, so we’d better make the most of it.”

  “Definitely. I’ll just say goodnight to Quin, then fill the tub for us.”

  He kissed her, then she watched proudly as he went off to see the baby. They’d taken to each other so well – Samira knew Ivan was going to be a wonderful father. She sipped her Champagne suddenly feeling as if she was on vacation. This room was an escape from reality – a magical moment that no one could take away from them. Their private universe...

  Ivan led Samira to the extravagant bathroom, where he’d filled up the huge heart-shaped tub with bubbles. He’d even lit some scented candles and dimmed the lights. He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. Samira felt snug. But as he started to nibble her earlobe, her contentment turned to lust.

  “You’re so hot, Samira,” he said. “I wanna strip you out of this sexy little dress and rub bubbles into your gorgeous toned body. Then lick them off.”

  Arousal surged through her body. “I like the sound of that.”

  Ivan unzipped Samira’s dress and it fell to the floor, then he unhooked her bra and tossed it away. She turned to face him, wearing nothing but her silky panties. She knew she looked good – her breasts were plump and her body was curvy. He stared at her, grinning in awe. Then he dropped to his knees and gazed up into her eyes.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, grinning. “It’s too late to propose to me, Ivan. I’m already married.”

  He laughed. Then he lowered his head and nuzzled his face into her panties. He flicked out his tongue and swirled it over her clit. Samira’s body filled with blissful pleasure.

  “Yes, Ivan,” she groaned, grinding her hips into his face.

  He stood again, then he undid his shirt and stripped it off while she watched.

  “Get in the water and play with yourself for me,” he commanded.

  She laughed as the lust pounded in her clit. He was still wearing his trousers and it turned her on to know he was semi-clothed while she was practically naked. She bent to peel off her panties.

  “No,” he said. “Keep them on.”

  Samira smirked. “But they’ll get wet.”

  He shrugged. “Just how I like your panties, sweetheart.”

  He held out his hand and helped her climb into the sudsy water. She felt warm and rosy – the Champagne had gone to her head and Ivan’s dominating sexiness was making her feel ultra-aroused.

  She sunk down into the water, getting herself completely wet and soapy, then she stood up. He watched with his hand in his pants, unable to resist touching himself now. She was proud to put on a show for him. She grabbed some bubbles and rubbed them into her breasts, making them plump up even more, then she delved her fingers into her wet panties, feeling naughty and sexy. She skimmed her fingers over her clit with one hand, while massaging the bubbles into her breasts with the other hand. He stepped forward and kissed her hard on the lips, then he made his way down to lick the bubbles from her rock-hard nipples.

  He gripped her hips and peeled off her wet panties. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mrs. Quinlan.”

  “As are you, my husband.”

  He reached down and fondled her thigh, then he crept his fingers up to her straining pussy, which was desperate for him to take her hard.

  “Like it?” he whispered.

  “Oh… yes.”

  He wrapped his arm around her ass and pulled her forward while circling the fingers of his other hand around the opening of her pussy. She ground her hips against him. He kissed his way down her body and flicked her clit with his tongue, then plunged his fingers deep inside her, stimulating her G-spot.

  Samira’s breathing became heavy and her head started to swirl. She felt herself almost start to come, but Ivan pulled away.

  “Not yet, babe. I’ve got plans for you in the bedroom. It involves my cock thrusting into your tight little body hard and fast.” He held out his hand to help her out the bath. “Coming?”

  “Definitely!”

  Ivan wrapped Samira up in a toweling bathrobe – then he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where they kissed.

  “God I love you,” she gasped. She pulled away and gazed into his eyes. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were full of desire. “I wish we were both virgins,” she said. “We could give each other our virginity.”

  He gazed at her pensively. “It would be romantic. But not much chance… unless…”

  “What?”

  “You ever done anal?”

  She laughed, feeling lust rush over her at the thought. “No. Have you?”

  “No. How about it?”

  “I’d like that.”

  “We’ll need some lube.”

  Samira thought about this for a moment. “I’ve got some Vaseline. I’ll go grab it.”

  She padded back with the lubricant, and clambered onto the bed.

  “On your hands and knees, sweetheart,” Ivan said, gently pushing her down.

  Samira did as she was instructed. She glanced back and saw him positioning himself on the bed behind her in all his masterful masculine glory. He knelt close behind her, then he grabbed her hips and rubbed his cock between her thighs.

  “You’re such a bad girl, Samira,” he growled.

  Samira tilted her hips up and giggled. She felt like a naughty girl deserving some delicious punishment. She knew she there was nothing inherently bad about this, but pretending there was made it much more arousing.

  Ivan ran a lube-covered finger between Samira’s butt cheeks and rubbed the gel into her rim. It was cold, but erotic to be touched in such a sensitive place. She gasped as pleasure whooshed through her, pulling her out of reality. She tried to stay in control – because she didn’t want to miss one fantastic second – but her urgent lust was overwhelming.

  “You’re so hot, sweetheart,” Ivan said. “My naughty wife.”

  Ivan spanked her a couple of times on the ass, making her groan as he continued to thrust his cock between her thighs. Samira reached up and fondled her clit, unable to keep her hands off herself. She groaned like an animal as he eased one finger into her rim, sliding it in and out slowly, treating her to an incredible anal finger-fuck and loosening her for the main event. Samira pushed back against his finger, taking him deeper. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned – feeling herself already getting lost in pleasure. This was delicious, but it was nothing compared to where it was headed.

  Ivan grinned mischievously into her eyes. She saw him slowly rubbing the lubricant into his powerful erection with his other hand. “I can’t wait to be fucking your tight warm wonderful ass. Ready for me?”

  “Ready.”

  He grabbed his cock and guided it toward her butt, then he gently thrust his hips forward and eased the head into her rim, slowly pushing it inside. Even with the lube, this was much tighter than vaginal sex, but it felt glorious – despite the slight discomfort and unusual sensation. The tip of Ivan’s cock penetrated her further and the ecstasy tingled up her spine, pushing her fo
rward so that her upper-body sunk to the bed. She rested her face on one cheek, feeling incredible, strewn with her ass in the air, waiting to be fucked hard by her husband. She breathed heavily, trying to relax as Ivan gently penetrated her further.

  “Feels so good.” he grunted, gently easing her ass cheeks apart.

  “It’s amazing…”

  Being gentle and considerate, Ivan rocked his hips and pushed himself deeper inside. Being connected in this way was tender – even though it was the most arousing thing Samira had ever experienced. She flinched slightly as his huge cock stretched her ass.

  “Ow – ahh!”

  “Okay, babe?” Ivan asked.

  “Okay,” Samira whispered with a grin. “It’s definitely okay.”

  “You’re so tight around me,” Ivan said. “I love it. Okay for me to carry on, huh?”

  “Please carry on…”

  “I love to hear you beg,” he said with a chuckle.

  Samira laughed too, biting her lip as he leaned his weight into her and entered her body deeply. She yelped again, but she could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure – the sensation was raw lust.

  Ivan slapped her on the ass again, then he wrapped his forearms around her hips and pulled himself even deeper so that they moved as one. He rocked his pelvis and ground himself against her, using his knees against the bed as leverage. Samira could feel his balls banging against her butt as he fell into a steady rhythm, which made her feel dominated – as if they were wild animals fucking. She scrunched the comforter in her fingers as Ivan thrust into her, grunting with animalistic joy, speeding them both toward supreme euphoria. Ivan reached around and rubbed Samira’s clit with his lube covered fingers, shooting even more delight into her brain. She tensed, realizing she was going to climax. It was as if the pleasure was coming from everywhere – there were a thousand hands touching her, pulling her toward climactic glee. Her sense of self began to fade and there was only this spectacular sensation of joy.