Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 19: Chapter 19

“Not on your life,” I told her.
The front door opened for me, and I barely looked at Esmerelda, my housekeeper before taking off for my bedroom. This was my real home. A modern mansion designed to my specifications. None of that old world opulence, but a sleeker design with built in tech that made this home a veritable fortress. I’d installed biometric security systems and employed armed guards who’d been with me for years.
Once safely ensconced in my bedroom, I carried Sofia to the adjoining bathroom and placed her sitting on the counter. Turning around, I started the bath, adding some salts and other fancy shit I’d never used. She watched me, her huge velvet eyes big in her pale face, and fuck, I wanted to kill him all over again.
I washed my hands in the sink, not even noticing the blood that circled the drain before I removed my jacket and shirt. I wore just an undershirt and my pants when I turned back to her.
“Come, Zaika,” I murmured, helping her to stand.
She allowed me to undress her, and I wanted to roar like a wounded beast at the marks they had left on her perfect skin. It was clear she had been slapped across the face. But it was the handprints on her wrist that infuriated me. I knew Josef and Marat would hold that fucker, the man named Charles, for me. And I could not wait to get my hands on him. But that would be later. After I made sure she was okay.
“I’m okay,” she said, wincing a little when she tried to smile.
“I should never have left you. I am so sorry,” I said, barely able to contain my agony as I tried to apologize.
“It was only one slap⁠—”
“One slap is too many. It should never have happened. I failed to keep you safe, but I swear I will never do that again.”
“You won’t have to,” she said, turning away from me as she stepped into the tub, fully naked now.
“What do you mean?”
“This is only temporary, right? Two weeks left, Adrik, then I’ll be out of your life, unless you want me gone soon⁠—”
That was as far as I allowed her to get before I followed her into the tub, pants, and everything. I grabbed her roughly, too roughly, and crashed my lips to hers. Overcome with the need to show her exactly who I was, and who she belonged to. Oh, my Zaika was playing with fire.
Taunting me about how little time we had left. Maybe it was the nights she refused to sleep beside me. Or the threat to her that had happened because of me. Whatever spurned me on, I was a rutting animal. My hands clutched at her body as I plundered her mouth with my own.
“You are not going anywhere. You belong to me,” I growled, digging my fingers into her hips as I unzipped my pants and pushed them down my legs.
I didn’t give a shit about the fact the wool was now soaked in bathwater and likely ruined. Her hands were on me, tugging at the undershirt I had on, and I let her slide it over my head. The slapping sounds our wet bodies made were symphonic in the marble bathroom. The tub was full of steaming water, and I sat down, pulling her astride me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I growled as I slid a hand between us and pushed two fingers into her sweet slit.
I cupped her neck with one hand, shoving my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the way I was fucking her on my hand. She moaned, and it was so damn sexy. My cock was so hard, I could probably hammer a nail with it. But I wasn’t about to sink into her yet, not until she came at least once by my fingers.
“Why?” she asked me when I finally let her up for air.
“Why what? Why fuck this pussy with my fingers? Cause I want to feel it ripple around me when you come screaming my name,” I told her, and her velvet eyes turned molten. Her sex squeezed my fingers, and I knew she was close as she rocked against me, searching for her pleasure.
“No, why did you do that to him?”
“You want to talk about that now? While I fuck you with my fingers?” I growled against her neck.
I sucked the spot that always seemed to make her squirm and was rewarded with another squeeze of my fingers. Close now. She was so close. And I needed her to come, so I could finally fill her with my cock.
“Because you’re mine.”
“For two weeks,” she said.
“Does not matter how long,” I growled, suddenly angry at the reminder of the time constraints I so stupidly put on our relationship. “You are mine right now. No one touches what is mine. Understand? Anyone touches you, I will kill them,” I said, and fuck, she must have liked that because she started to come.
Water sloshed over the side of the tub as her pussy squeezed around my fingers, and Sofia loosed a guttural moan that echoed in the bathroom. She was panting, but I did not allow her any time to come down. I lifted her by her hips and slammed her down on my cock. So far gone, I hadn’t even considered a condom or anything except the relief I felt, the purely profound fucking joy of being buried balls deep inside her.
“Look at how good you take all of me, Zaika moya. So fucking perfect. Soft, hot, wet, you feel like heaven,” I growled against her tight nipple, sucking it into my mouth as I bounced her up and down on my cock.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demanded, pumping my hips as I lifted and slammed her up, down, harder, faster. “Tell me!” I snarled, more beast than man.
“I’m yours. I’m yours. Fuck, Adrik, I’m gonna come again,” she said, and I groaned, already feeling the ripples of her pussy fluttering around me.
My cock swelled even more as she tightened her grip, her pussy squeezing me harder than ever. Just as she fell over the edge, I felt my whole world tilt on its axis and pleasure the likes of which I had never felt before filled me as I erupted inside her like a long dormant volcano.
My chest rumbled in deep satisfaction when I plucked her off me and got out of the tub, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist, and another for her, I lifted Zaika moya from the now cool water, and carried her to the bed. It did not matter that I’d just had her, and she’d already come twice for me. I needed her to come again.
I was manic with my need to touch her, kiss her, possess her. It was a complete and total compulsion. Like I could never possibly be whole until I had her coming on every part of me. My tongue was next, and I must have said it aloud if her squeak when I dropped her on the bed was anything to go by.
Water droplets dotted her perfect porcelain skin, and the breath swooshed from my lungs. She was so beautiful. Sable hair hung in wet tendrils down her shoulders, making rivers of water flood down the valley between her big tits. Fuck, she was so perfect, her velvet eyes were keen on me as I watched her, memorizing her with my eyes.
But it wasn’t enough. Breathing heavily, I ran my palms down her front, cupping her tits, tweaking the nipples, and sliding lower to her soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs.
“Adrik,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, touch me.”
“I am touching you, Zaika.”
“More,” she begged. “I need more.”
I kneeled before her, naked as she was and parted her thighs. Her pussy was pink and swollen with need, glistening before me like the most delicious feast I had ever seen. I licked my lips, ready to worship at my goddess’ altar. This woman owned me. She held pieces of my soul in the palm of her hands, and it should have terrified me that she had such control. But she did not know it yet. And I was too far gone for confessions.
“Mine,” I growled before closing my mouth over her tiny swollen clit.
Sofia bucked wildly against me, and I was forced to hold her down with one arm across her hips. Fuck, she tasted like ambrosia. Nothing compared to her sweet honey, and I sucked it all down, greedy for every last drop. Heat filled my chest and raw possession pummeled through me, fucking me up for every other emotion.
Sofia had been taken from me that night. This fucking world I lived in. Corporations and high rises. These people were criminals just like the thugs who once thought to prey on me and my brother on the cold streets of Moscow. But I was the Dark Wolf. I would pay them back tenfold for the affront of trying to take what was mine.
And. She. Was. Mine.