Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 14: Chapter 14

ADRIK
After all the shit that went on, the raging emotions I’d been feeling all night, I finally wore Zaika moya out. I slid her still damp dress over her head and lifted her in my arms, draping the velvet coat around her. Boarding the private elevator to my penthouse, I had Josef hand me her shoes and had him carry my jacket. I could not bring myself to allow another man to hold any part of her. Not even her clothing.
“Do you still want me to bring Marat?” he asked in a hushed whisper.
I nodded, kissing Sofia’s forehead when she whimpered and snuggled closer. She said no to fucking my brother. But I still needed to confront him. He’d left my penthouse with her. Talked to her about me, about us and whatever he’d said, it had changed something.
Jealousy was not a familiar emotion. I did not feel it often. And yet, because of her, I found myself falling into fits of envy that were nothing like me. I was still vibrating with energy, even after making her come three times on my mouth and once on my fingers alone during the drive. My dick was rock hard, but I refused to sate myself until I spoke with my brother.
The elevator slid open silently, just another perk for the wealthy. And I strode across the penthouse, depositing my Zaika on top of the mattress. I removed the damp dress and ruined teddy carefully, so as not to jostle her from her slumber. I forced myself to look away, knowing if I stared at her creamy pale softness, I would not be able to help myself.
Fuck. She was sublime. A beautiful goddess made from moonlight. I was in her thrall. Knowing it and living it did not make it any easier. But I would do terrible things for this woman. And I was about to.
I closed the bedroom door and sauntered to the living room where Marat was casually slung across the sofa. He was rumpled, wearing silk pajama bottoms and nothing else, possibly drunk, but I did not care.
“What is it, brother? I thought you were at Castle’s dinner tonight.”
“What did you do today, Marat?” I asked, staring down at him expressionless.
“Do? What do you mean? I did what I always do. Work, dinner, party, went home with a woman, who is now sleeping in my bed cause this fuck woke me up and said you wanted to talk to me. So, what do you want?” Marat scoffed.
“That’s all. You didn’t come here? Maybe go for a walk? For coffee? With Sofia,” I growled her name.
Marat blanched as he stared at me, realization dawning. I took a step towards him, and my brother raised his hands, shaking his head. But it was too late. Even if he didn’t fuck her, he needed to know, to understand there were some real consequences for flirting.
“You’re my brother,” I growled.
“Adrik! I swear, I did nothing. It’s not what you think!” he gasped as I grabbed the back of his neck and hauled him to his feet. “I didn’t touch her! I thought she was a s-spy. I wanted to protect you!”
“You don’t want to do this, Adrik. I know what Marat means to you. Let him go,” a soft voice said from behind me.
I turn my head away from the sight of my hand choking my brother to Zaika moya. She was wearing one of my workout shirts. It was long enough to cover her nudity, probably the only thing she could find since she refused to keep her clothes in my bedroom. It was an undershirt, thin, white. And if the lights were on, I had no doubt I’d be able to see right through it. In fact, if I looked hard enough, I could. Which meant they could.
I dropped Marat on the floor and stalked over to her, moving her behind me. She didn’t protest, simply wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her front to my back as if she too realized her attire left her open to other eyes when my gaze had dropped to her breasts.
“Fuck! Dammit, Adrik! I would never disrespect you like that,” Marat said hoarsely, sitting up and rubbing his neck.
Josef was leaning against the wall, watching the byplay with seemingly little interest. I frowned at him, and he shrugged.
“You wouldn’t have killed him. But just in case,” he said and waved the gun he’d been holding in his left hand. “Rubber rounds,” he explained, looking past me.
I realized he was talking to Sofia when she squeezed me tighter and her horrified gasp sounded next to my ears. Was she worried about my wellbeing? That was new. Usually, I was the one taking care of everyone around me. It was an odd thing having someone care whether I lived or died.
“I told you, nothing happened with Marat,” Sofia said, and I rumbled my reply.
“No, he is right, Sofia. If someone took my woman out without my permission, I would be upset, too. I will tell you the truth, brother, this little bunny as you call her, is more like a she-wolf. Ferocious, brother. She gave as good as she got and she never said a word against you,” Marat said, dragging himself off the floor.
Still, I did not reply. I couldn’t. My feelings were still very volatile, and I didn’t trust myself to act rationally yet. Marat avoided looking at Sofia when he walked towards me, then he held out his hand.
“Congrats, brother,” he said, and I shook his proffered hand, not sure what I was accepting his congratulations for.
He nodded at me, clicking his tongue behind his teeth. Then Josef and Marat left, and I was alone with her. Her arms were still wrapped around me in a sort of hug, and the feel of her soft tits pressed against my back made me aware of the fact I still had not come. After bringing her to several orgasms, it was crazy to think I still hungered for more.
But that was the nature of obsession, wasn’t it? It made little sense, defied all logic, and it endured. Like the motherfucking Twinkie of emotions. That shit could outlast nuclear war.
The lights of Manhattan glittered below us, but I was not looking at the view. I was looking at her. The expression on her face as she hugged my body to hers. Three weeks. That was all the time I had left with her, and I was done with pretenses. No more interruptions. No more pretending to be at work when my mind was only on her.
“Adrik, I’m sorry,” she began.
I turned to face her, regretting the loss of her touch immediately. My face marred in a frown as I’m trying to understand what the hell she was apologizing for. Was it for making me lose my fucking mind? Cause that was on me. Not her. I was not a good person. I was not born to be good. I was ruthless. Hard. Hunter. Wolf.
Sofia was good. She deserved good. She deserved everything. Not a man who used bribery and manipulations to get her into spending a month with him. But I couldn’t make myself take it back. Especially not looking at her wearing my undershirt over her naked body.
“Why sorry, Zaika?” I asked.
“I don’t want you to be upset with Marat. He’s your brother and your relationship is worth a lot more than a month with me,” she said, and that confession damn near broke me.
“Are you sorry about this?” I asked, needing to know.
“I just apologized—oh, you mean about this, not about your brother,” she answered her own question. “I suppose I could lie to you and say I hate you, hate this, but the truth is, I’ve never been the object of someone’s desire.”
“I do not think that can be true, Zaika.”
“Well, think what you like, but no one has ever pursued me quite like you. And just cause we’re being honest,” she said, stepping closer, tracing her hand down my chest, abs, and settling her hot little palm over the bulge in my pants. “I really like your dick, Adrik. A lot.”
I was frozen in the middle of the living room, her hand on my cock. I was hard already, but having her whisper such things made me even harder. A sultry grin tipped the corners of her lips upward, and she held my gaze as she undid my pants, pushing them down with a swoosh.
“Sofia,” I growled her name, but did not stop her when she dropped to her knees.
“Adrik,” she whispered, her hands unleashing my cock from its confines.
Her eyes widened and darkened with desire while she stroked and gripped me at the base. She leaned forward, plump lips parted and sucked my head right into her hot, wet mouth, pulling precum straight from my balls. I groaned aloud. So fucking turned on, it was all I could do not to grab her head and ram my cock all the way down her throat.
This was the first time she’d started things between us. The first time she’d initiated sex. I let her go at her own pace, allowed her to explore me for as long as I could. Her mouth was so hot, her groans so damn seductive as she took me inside her mouth, sucking on my head and releasing it with a popping sound.
Then, as if she couldn’t take the teasing anymore, she did what I’d been desperate for her to do. Zaika moya held my stare as she cupped my balls with one hand, took my cock in the other, and deep throated me as far as she could without gagging.
“That’s it, Zaika, take my dick, take it all,” I growled, taking over.
Cupping my hand behind her head, I held her still and fucked her mouth. I’d had blowjobs before, some from women whose only job was to give them. Talented women. Gifted even. But nothing could compare to the whimpers and moans I conjured from that sexy sweet mouth as Sofia sucked my dick while on her knees with a perfect view of Manhattan behind her. My moonlight goddess. Zaika moya.