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

by Julie Farrell

  Adam spoke first. “Ivan, what the fuck…?”

  But Ivan’s gaze was glued to the suitcase too, as it sat so casually on the Quinlan kitchen table... Full to the brim with bags of cocaine.

  A chilly silence squeezed Samira’s soul. She looked up to meet Joseph’s gaze – he was glaring right at her. “Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?”

  “No,” she stuttered. “Of course not. I don’t know how this got in here…”

  Adam scoffed. “You don’t know how a hundred grand’s worth of cocaine ended up in your bag? Ivan, you wanna explain what the fuck’s going on? I’m getting married tomorrow – I do not want the fucking vice squad showing up at the church!”

  Ivan held up his hands. “I must’ve picked up the wrong bag.”

  “No shit,” Adam said. “But that doesn’t explain what it was doing in your vicinity in the first place.” He glanced at Samira. “Is this how she’s been keeping herself alive? By dealing in ‘schedule one’ narcotics?”

  Ivan hugged Quin close – he was crying loudly now and getting agitated from the tension. “Adam, this isn’t Samira’s.”

  Samira stepped over and drew Quin into her arms, trying to comfort him as the men started to argue.

  But they stopped abruptly as a blonde woman strode into the kitchen, bursting the bubble of bad vibes. “Joseph, your mom wants you to come play the piano, and – oh…” She noticed Samira and stuck out her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Ellie.”

  “Samira,” she said, shaking her hand.

  “Oh, Ivan – you found her! Great to meet you, Samira, seriously.” Ellie turned back to the stunned Joseph. “Is that coffee coming, baby? We’re gasping in there.”

  Joseph turned and picked up the tray of coffee things. “Coming right now.”

  Ellie swept off with Joseph, back to where the sound of people having fun was emanating. Adam was glaring at Ivan with daggers.

  “Ivan, what the hell has gotten into you? You’re supposed to be our sensible older brother, but this last eighteen months you’ve been totally out of control. First you fake your death, then you run off to find some woman who you screwed months ago, who’s now got a kid in tow – meaning she clearly hasn’t been faithful to you, then–”

  “She thought I was dead.”

  “Then you come back here with ten ton of cocaine when Joseph’s best friend just died in the most horrible circumstances.” He gestured to Samira. “I mean, seriously, Ivan, I know she’s pretty, but she’s clearly not good enough for you – or this family!”

  Ivan lunged at Adam, grabbing the front of his shirt and shoving him against the countertop. “You need to apologize to her right now.”

  Adam pushed back against his brother. “Fuck you, Ivan – you’re the one who left us. And now I’m wondering if she was really worth all that pain you put us through.”

  “You asshole!” Ivan pulled back his fist.

  Samira opened her mouth to tell him not to hit Adam, but then she saw another Quinlan brother approaching the kitchen from the hallway. She’d met this one too – Dylan.

  He looked confused as he walked in. “Adam, what’s wrong with Joseph… Jesus, Ivan!” He ran over to intervene. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

  Dylan slid himself between his two brothers and pushed Ivan away. “What the hell is going on?”

  Adam stepped forward into Ivan’s personal space. “You’ve upset Joseph – you’ve upset everyone. This is my wedding weekend. What the hell do you think mom and dad are going to say when they meet her, huh? Your family’s always been the most important thing – what the fuck happened to you?”

  Ivan glowered. “You know something, Adam, you’re–”

  “Is this Samira?” Dylan asked.

  “You’re really letting yourself down by –”

  “I can’t believe you found her, Ivan!”

  “Where do you get off saying –”

  “It’s my wedding day tomorr –”

  Quin cried loudly in Samira’s arms.

  “Stop it, all of you!” she shouted. “You’re upsetting my baby.”

  The three men turned to face her. Ivan pushed both his brothers away and stepped over to wrap his arms around Samira and Quin. “We didn’t want to say anything until after tomorrow, Adam, so as not to steal your thunder, but as you’re being an asshole, I’ll tell you. Samira is my wife. And Quin is my son. So you’d better start showing them both the respect they deserve. My family is more important than anything. And this is my family now. Do you understand me?”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ivan zipped up the suitcase on the kitchen table, and told Adam and Dylan he’d see them later, then he led Samira and Quin upstairs. They laid Quin down in the crib in a spare room, which was set up for when Ivan’s cousins with kids came to stay, then they made their way to his old bedroom – which was exactly the way he’d left it when he’d gone off to college. There were posters on the walls of Ferraris and attractive female stars from fifteen years ago, and the shelves were crammed with paperback books and college folders. There was a tatty couch pushed up against the far wall, and a pine-framed double bed in the center, making it feel like a student dorm. But the window seat and the carved trimming around the top of the walls was a reminder of the mansion that they were actually in.

  They lay on the bed and Samira snuggled into Ivan’s arms, breathing in his warm masculine smell. A flood of contentment washed over her as she relished his strong embrace all around her. But as she lay there listening to his heart beating, feeling his strong fingers running through her hair, her contented mood darkened and the emotion from the last year surged through her without warning, overwhelming her and bursting into the world in the form of tears.

  “Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

  “They hate me,” she whimpered. “They all hate me.”

  “No. They don’t know you. And you haven’t met my parents yet. They’ll love you. And they’ll love Quin, I promise.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to control her shuddering voice. “I’m so different to your family, Ivan. They must think I’m totally wild. A really bad influence on you.”

  He reached up wiped away her tears. “You’re my wife and I’m my own person – no one can make me do anything I don’t want to, and they know that. I love you. Alright.”

  She nodded and forced a smile, pulling herself together and feeling purged after the tears. “What are we going to do to make this all better?”

  “Well, firstly, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget all your problems – a shot of Ivan Quinlan’ll make you grin again, huh?”

  She laughed. “Okay, sounds good. Then what?”

  “Then we’ll go downstairs and I’ll introduce you to everyone properly. We’ll tell them the truth about our marriage and about Quin – now that Adam’s forced it out of us.”

  “But will they… like me?”

  “They’ll love you, Samira. Clara should be around here somewhere – and you’ve just met Ellie. They’re both nice, right?”

  She shrugged. “I guess.”

  “And the others are all great. Amy and Sarah are British, so I guess they know how it feels to be living in a foreign country like you. Everyone will like you, I promise.”

  “But what about Joseph? What about the cocaine?”

  “He’ll understand it was a just mistake. I’m sure he already knows it had nothing to do with you. I’ve spent the last year telling him how great you are – I mean, you saw the welcome he gave you. He was upset about his bandmate – not with you. Okay.”

  She sniffled and nodded. “It’s been an emotional few months. I’m sorry for breaking down like that.”

  “It’s okay – you’re beautiful when you cry. It makes your lips plump up and your eyes look huge. God, you’re gorgeous!” He leaned forward and kissed her hard.

  She pulled away. “Ivan, what are we going to do with all that cocaine on the kitchen table?”


  “I’m not sure, babe. Let’s grab it and stash it under the bed after I’ve fucked you senseless, and then we can think about what to do with it later.”

  Samira relaxed and allowed the lust to spiral up inside her. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous her man was – even though he was only dressed in a causal shirt and jeans, rather than his suit. She crawled up to kiss him, and he reached out to caress her breasts, reclining against the pillows and ready to have some fun.

  She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down over his shoulders, gazing at how fantastic his toned pecs and strong shoulders were. His skin was taut and soft, but his muscles were hard and masculine. She ran her hands over his gorgeous torso, relishing the feel of him.

  “I owe you one,” she said, shuffling back down toward his pelvis.

  She knelt up and undid her dress, throwing her bra to the floor and fondling her breasts for his viewing pleasure, making them plump and sexy for him. Then, maintaining smoldering eye contact, she lowered herself down and nuzzled her face into his crotch, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard erection under the fabric of his jeans.

  He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. “Yes, babe…”

  She undid his zipper, tugging out his hard cock, which was straining with desire. Then, pretending to be a porn star for him, she raised a seductive eyebrow and moved her lips forward, sucking the end of his cock and licking up the pre-cum. His fingers gripped her hair, gently tugging it. She hummed and groaned, knowing the vibrations would enhance his pleasure. Then she gripped the shaft of his cock and plunged it into her mouth, taking him deep. She threw him a smutty look as she got into a steady rhythm. She was proud to see how much he was enjoying it.

  “Wait,” he whispered. “I need to play with your pussy while you suck me off.”

  “I like the sound of that,” she said.

  Feeling sexy, she stood up and peeled off her panties, then she mounted him again – this time with her back to his face, so she was facing his glorious cock – which she grabbed and started to fondle. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, and lifted her ass so that it swayed in his face, then she bent to give him a tit-wank.

  He craned around to watch. “Ah, yes… You’re so fucking hot.”

  He reached down and rubbed the soles of her feet as she slid his cock between her breasts. It was a strange combination of trashy and tender – she felt like a minx doing this for him, but he was lovingly massaging her feet, which was soothing and intimate.

  But then he stopped massaging and laid down completely on the pillow. “I need to taste your tight little pussy.”

  His hands gripped her hips and eased her ass down so she was sitting over his face, then his tongue delved between her thighs, licking her throbbing clit – followed by his strong fingers which slid in and out of her wet pussy.

  She grinned with pleasure, relishing the warm thrill that was swirling between her legs. “Feels so good, Ivan...”

  “I love sixty-nining with you, sweetheart,” he said.

  Trying to focus on the blowjob, she lowered her upper body and sucked hard on his cock, using one hand to cup his balls and the other to grip his erection, sliding her hand up and down the shaft as her lips led the way.

  It was incredibly erotic to give and receive pleasure in this way – feeling him attending to her, while she did the same to him. And he was so skilled with his mouth and fingers, flicking his tongue against her clit and rubbing her G-spot hard and fast. Her pussy contracted and she realized she was going to climax as the wave of euphoria washed over her, dragging her to a joyful plane of reality. She tried to stop herself – because this was supposed to be for him – but she let herself go as she felt his legs tense and his own orgasm strike – ratcheting up Samira’s lust and throwing her over the edge.

  She knew he’d be happy for her to move as he came, but there was something intimate about letting him come in her mouth, so she kept sucking as he emptied his sticky load. Ivan moaned throatily as he came, vibrating over her pussy, and enhancing her own orgasm – causing her to groan loudly. Samira vaguely realized that Ivan had inserted the tip of his finger between her ass cheeks, increasing the blissful delight even further. Samira melted into her surroundings, and the only thing in her universe now was the wonderful jubilation that she shared with her perfect man. Nothing else mattered in this moment but them and their love.

  As the magnificent lust faded and was replaced with a stable and warm contentment, she panted deeply and drifted back to the room. She glanced over her shoulder and Ivan grinned at her.

  “Feeling better?

  Samira chuckled and nodded. “Much better.”

  “Every problem is always solvable – I told you.”

  “Maybe you’re right.”

  “Come here, babe.”

  She crawled over to join him, enjoying the warm sticky taste of his semen in her mouth. It was thick and comforting somehow. She flopped down onto his warm chest and his strong arms fell around her. She was still worried that she’d upset and offended the Quinlans, and she was keen to make things better. And she had no idea what the hell they were going to do with all that cocaine… What if Langdon came after them…?

  She pushed her worries aside and focused on enjoying this perfect moment of escape with her husband – in their own private universe of love and happiness.

  Chapter Twenty

  Ivan always loved to be proved right, but it was even more satisfying when he was proved right for a good reason. He was certain everyone was going to love Samira, and now he was going to show her it was true.

  He carried Quin and held Samira’s hand as they stepped into the living room, where all the women had gathered for Amy’s low-key bachelorette party. It was cozy in here. The wooden floorboards were covered with soft rugs, and the couches were huge and comfortable. The upright piano in the corner was the same one Joseph had learnt to play on all those years ago – when no one would’ve imagined where his music would take him. The mantle above the fireplace at the far-end of the room was covered in framed photos of the family – the kids graduating, fun family holidays… and newer photos of Ivan’s brothers with their girlfriends – who were now all gathered here. Sarah – Dylan’s girlfriend – was sitting on one couch next to Amy – the bride-to-be, and Clara was sitting next to Ellie – Joe’s girlfriend – on the other couch. Mrs. Quinlan senior was sitting on an old favorite armchair, relaxing and enjoying her time with all her honorary daughters, as well as her real one.

  They all stopped talking as Ivan and Samira halted inside the door.

  “Ivan, it’s lovely to see you!” His mom leapt up and hugged him. “And who’s this little guy? And this beautiful young lady?”

  Ivan had no idea whether Adam or Clara had already blabbed, but it was clear his mother wanted an official introduction.

  “Mom, this is Samira – the woman I’ve been searching for all this time. And this is our son, Quin. Meet your grandson.”

  “Grandson?” Mrs. Quinlan gasped with joy and reached out to take Quin from Ivan’s arms. With five grown-up children of her own, she was very maternal and loved kids, and Quin seemed delighted to go to her.

  “Hello, young man,” she said, as he grinned at his grandmother. She transferred her affectionate gaze to Samira. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sweetheart. We’ve heard so much about you. You’re very welcome in our home.”

  “Thank you,” Samira said, turning on the meek act she’d learnt so well in Iran to cover up her wild side. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Quinlan.”

  “Oh, you should call me mom.”

  Samira’s eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you, mom. I’d be honored to call you that.”

  Ivan glanced at Clara. “I take it my sister was unable to keep her mouth shut about how we ran off to Las Vegas and got married, then?”

  Mrs. Quinlan’s face flashed with a confused smile. “No, she didn’t mention any of that…”

  Ivan laug
hed. “Ah. Well, mom, Samira’s my wife. We got married in Las Vegas…”

  “I hope we have your blessing, Mrs. Quinlan,” Samira said, nervously.

  Mrs. Quinlan jiggled Quin on her hip, making him giggle. “Of course, sweetheart. I can see from looking at my son that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It’s nice to see he’s bothering to shave again! And this little one is a blessing on our entire family.” She glanced at her daughter and the three girlfriends. “I do hope he’s the eldest of many grandkids.”

  The other women chuckled – some more nervously than others.

  “But, Ivan,” Mrs. Quinlan said, passing Quin back to his mother. “This is a male-free zone. You need to go join your brothers and your father in the den – where you’ll undoubtedly find them drinking beer and playing poker.”

  Ivan kissed Samira. “Will you be okay?”

  “She’ll be fine,” Amy called over. “We promise we’ll take good care of her.”

  Samira smiled shyly and nodded. “I’ll be okay.”

  Ivan winked at his mother. “And what about Quin? He’s male, so I’ll just take him along with me to the man-cave, shall I?”

  Mrs. Quinlan stuck her arm between Ivan and Samira to prevent him from taking the baby. “No, we make exceptions for males as cute as this little one.”

  “Alright. I leave you ladies to compare notes on which of us is best.”

  Sarah scoffed. “Hardly, Ivan! We’ll be talking about work and politics.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said, with a chuckle. He smiled at Samira. “I’ll take care of the suitcase, okay. I’ll put it under the bed.”

  She nodded, not wanting to give anything away to the others. He kissed her and Quin, then he strolled back out to the hallway, heading in the direction of the den – but there was a knock at the front door so he wheeled back to answer it.

  He was assaulted with a worried thought that this could be Langdon or his associates coming for their drugs, but he pushed it away. Surely it would take them longer to track him down than that... unless Jake had betrayed him. But he wouldn’t, would he?