Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

SOFIA
“Tell me,” Adrik whispered as he cradled me in his arms.
I closed my eyes, snuggling against his chest. I did not want to talk about what had happened earlier that night. Didn’t want to remember how scared I’d been or angry at Missy, at myself, for what that crazy bitch had done. I knew rich people could be selfish, but what she’d tried to do was truly heinous.
No, I did not want to remember, but after the way Adrik had come for me. Like some dark avenging angel, I couldn’t deny him anything. So, if he wanted those words from me, I would give them to him. I would give anything to him.
“Matthew had his man, Charles, grab me from the party. I’d left Marat to use the restroom, and he was stealthy about it. It wasn’t Marat’s fault,” I said, rubbing Adrik’s chest when he started to rumble.
“He brought me to an office and inside, Matthew Castle waited. H-he held me by the wrists, said he was going to show you that no one could tell him what to do. He tried to kiss me, but I head-butted him, so he slapped me instead. And that was when you came in,” I finished.
“I am so fucking sorry, Sofia,” he grunted, and I closed my eyes on a wave of hurt. I didn’t want him to call me by name. I wanted to be his Zaika again.
Did he see me differently now? Would he push me away?
I didn’t know how a man like Adrik would react to such an attack on his power and strength. Maybe he would hate me now. Maybe I would be a reminder of how he was momentarily blindsided.
“Thank you,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his chest. “Thank you for coming for me, for what you did to him. Thank you, thank you,” I repeated myself, kissing him over and over again as tears leaked from my eyes.
Before Adrik left me, before our time was up, I had to make sure he understood. I had to make sure he knew how much that meant to me having him on my side. Protecting me when someone powerful like Matthew could have so easily done whatever it was he wanted to do to someone like me, and likely he would have gotten away with it. But Adrik had stopped him. And I owed him everything.
“Hey, hey, what is this? You’re thanking me for letting you get taken? For beating a man to death in front of you?”
“No! I am thanking you for making me feel safe,” I tried to explain.
“What are you talking about? I fucking failed,” he growled, and I knew he was angry at himself.
“No, Adrik, you didn’t. I am right here, and I am okay, and that is because of you. Only you. You protected me. You did,” I said and pressed my mouth to his.
He froze beneath me for a full thirty seconds, and I thought for sure that was it. He was going to shove me off him and order me to leave. But he didn’t. Instead, I felt his arms wrap around me like steel bands as he pulled me on top of him.
His body was hard and hot and so damn safe. Even after everything, his arms offered the most security I had ever felt in my life. His spicy scent filled my nostrils, and I wanted to rub myself all over him. Everywhere, every inch. I wanted to roll around in it until it became a part of me. God, what would that be like? To carry his scent on my skin every single day? I could only dream about such things. But for tonight, for now, I could have this. I could have him all night long if I wanted. And I did want.
Adrik grunted beneath me, and I didn’t know if it was my weight or the feel of my slick pussy, which seems to be constantly wet when I was near him, sliding over his hardened shaft. His dick is so thick and girthy, it hit my clit just right as I slid up and down, flexing my hips.
“I didn’t use a condom either time tonight,” he growled, and I stopped moving.
Then I grinned, cupping his cheeks, and kissing him again. Hard, deep, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I fit his cock to my entrance and take him all the way inside.
“I have an IUD. I’ve been on birth control since I was eighteen to regulate my menstrual cycle.”
I gasped after I said the last words and he flexed his hips, sitting up and dragging his mouth over my breasts to suck on my swollen nipples. He was so hard, I felt him stretch my walls and though we’d already had sex twice that night, this time, he felt bigger.
“Now, you tell me this, Zaika? Why not before? Do you know how badly I want to fuck you raw,” he grunts, and his accent was thicker with his arousal.
“Please,” I begged, wanting it as much as he did.
I loved the fact that nothing separated us now. His dick felt so good, so perfect, and every time he flexed, he stroked along my g-spot, sending spirals of pleasure rocketing through me. I was trapped between the hard bars of his arms and his dick. He held me there, impaled on him as he flexed in shallow thrusts, rubbing my clit until my orgasm hit me hard and fast. Then the world flipped over, or maybe that was just me. I was on my back suddenly, legs over his shoulders as he pounded into me, making the enormous four-poster bed we were on shake with every thrust.
Adrik roared when he came, clamping his teeth around my shoulder as his cock throbbed inside me. My legs shook, I was coming again, spurred on by the sensation of his hot ropes of cum filling my core. Fuck, it felt so good. So right.
For a moment, dark thoughts filled me. I wished I didn’t have that IUD. That I’d get pregnant by him. But that was a silly girl’s fantasy. A foolish whim. I would never trap him like that. Someday, I would get married and have children and they would be loved. But they would be made knowingly, not by mistake or for any other reason than because me and their father wanted them.
Tears pricked my eyes because I wished that father would be Adrik. But we only had two weeks left. And that was highly unlikely.
“Stay,” he growled the word as he slid out of my sheath. Just that word. Just stay. The same plea he made almost every time we fucked.
The difference was after everything that had happened earlier tonight, I couldn’t say no. It was physically impossible for me to even utter that word if I tried. And I didn’t want to try. I was tired of denying him, denying us. I wanted to feel him around me all night. I wanted to stay by his side, in his bed, until the sun came up.
“Yes, Adrik. I’ll stay,” I whispered, feeling him tense above me.
“Say it again.”
“I’ll stay.”
“You will stay?”
“Yes.”
“Again,” he demanded. “Say it again, Zaika moya.”
“I’ll stay with you. In your bed. In your arms. All. Night. Long.”
His chest rumbled, and moisture flooded between my legs. No one had ever had that effect on me. Only Adrik could conjure my arousal like a wizard casting a spell with magic words. God, he was so handsome. So big. So everything.
“One more time, Sofia.”
“I’ll stay,” I repeated, willing to say it a hundred times if he wanted me to.
Then he cupped my face with his hand, stroking my neck and shoulders before dipping his head to kiss me sweetly. Those tears I’d tried to keep at bay won the battle, rolling down my cheeks and making their way into our kiss.
“Shhh, Zaika moya,” he whispered, kissing my face, licking away my tears. A stream of Russian fell from his lips, and I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but I didn’t care. His tone was comforting, and he held me close against his hard, warm body.
Never in my life had I felt so protected, so safe, and cared for. Even if it was only temporary.
The next morning, I woke up alone. The sound of waves crashing on the shore was distant, but it stirred me. I got out of the enormous bed, running my hands over the impossibly soft sheets and blanket. The entire bedroom was done in blacks and grays, and I smiled. It was very much like his penthouse in the city, and I thought he must have used the same designer.
Everything was so masculine. Wood, metal, glass. The tones were cool and the artwork on the walls impersonal. The black marble bathroom was incredible, and I was pleased to see a new toothbrush waiting for me by the sink. I nearly screamed when I got a look at myself. My hair was sticking up and my makeup from the night before was smudged beneath my eyes.
I indulged myself with a hot shower from his twelve headed shower stall. Holy fuck. If this was what you could afford when you made a billion dollars, I could not understand why more people weren’t out there busting their asses. It was fucking sublime. I exited the shower, grabbed a fluffy robe from the heated rack, and wrapped it around my thoroughly relaxed body.
Next, I shuffled through his drawers and cabinets, hoping to find deodorant and lotion, but hoping even more to not find anything that was for women. My prayers were answered, and I grinned as I used his utterly masculine toiletries. Clothes were going to be a problem, I thought as I brushed my hair and used some extra conditioner since I didn’t have any of my products there either and his man goop simply would not cut it.
I went back to the bedroom and was surprised when I saw a couple of shopping bags containing some lingerie, soft, expensive leggings, and even softer sweaters to top them with. My face hurt from smiling, but I couldn’t stop that either. Especially not when I found a pair of furry gray UGG slippers at the bottom of one of the bags.
My stomach was growling by the time I was dressed, and I left the bedroom, hoping to find Adrik. I had mixed feelings about this morning since I’d finally stayed the night with him, and he hadn’t been there in the morning. Was he tired of me already? Had it been all about the chase? I gnawed on my lower lip and followed the scent of food to the kitchen downstairs.
There was an informal dining room off the main living room area and a small buffet had been set up with chafing dishes. I closed my eyes as I inhaled and opened them again to find Marat grinning at an older woman who was carrying a tray of coffee.
“Oh, Mr. Volkov, you are such a flirt,” the older woman said and giggled as he took the tray from her and kissed her weathered cheek.
“You wound me, fair lady! Come now, you know you are my best girl, Rosa,” he told her with false sincerity.
She seemed to know all about him and his shenanigans, and whacked him with her tea towel for his efforts. Good for her. Her eyes flashed to mine, and she nodded nervously. I smiled at her, and she blinked before smiling back.
“Oh, this one is polite. Not like the others,” she whispered to Marat, but I could still hear her.
“Good morning, or should I say, afternoon, Sofia. Rosa, this one is Adrik’s, not mine,” Marat corrected her, and relief filled me.
I didn’t want to be just another one night stand. Even if I kinda sorta was. Shit. When this was over, it was going to crush me. But even knowing it, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him and needing him. Speaking of which.
“Is Adrik here?” I asked, but Marat’s face clouded over.