Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

MARAT
Now, I’d been kissing girls since I was twelve years old.
It started with a neighbor in this fucked up little building we’d lived in down in Sheepshead Bay when we first came to America. Adrik and I already knew English, among other languages.
He went to work for the New York Bratva, with Josef, and I attended school, making fast friends with the sixteen year old girl next door. Elena something. That kiss was memorable, even if her name wasn’t, simply because it was my first.
I’d been sitting on the stoop after school smoking a cigarette, which I quit soon after, and giving the old man from the corner store the stink eye when Elena came home from band practice.
I was a skinny little shit. But I was already turning all the girls’ heads. Elena came home, sat down next to me, and bam, pressed her cherry Chapstick wearing mouth to mine.
I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do. So, I acted bored. And Elena ate it up. Like so many women had since.
Boredom was my constant companion. It was hard to feign an appetite when you had so much bounty to choose from.
But that was in the past. For the first time since I was a kid, I felt hunger. Real, honest to fuck hunger.
And it was all for her. Destiny Valdez. Curvy goddess of a cocktail waitress.
The fact her name was Destiny had me intrigued. I never thought much about mine. My future. How could I when plans were never certain?
Even making billions didn't put my little boy fears at ease. I knew what it was like to be without. To not be sure if I even had a future.
Maybe if I conquered Destiny, if I fucked this curvy little Dumplin', maybe then I'd be okay. Maybe then I'd be settled.
My dick strained, the need to fuck this woman so damn deep fueled me with desire. I needed to regain control, or I’d be coming way too fucking soon.
But that was like trying to hold on to a feather in a hurricane. Weathering the storm of my arousal for my Dumplin’ was the hardest thing I'd ever done.
What was it about her that made her so damn special? It was an enigma. A puzzle. But I needed her, and I wasn’t one to deny my needs.
There was no safe harbor from my feelings. No shelter from the beauty of her. I needed her. All of her.
Her plump body, her big blue eyes, her hot, sweet pussy in my hands, surrounding my cock.
Fuck. Yes.
She smelled like pure sunshine. A citrus scented goddess. She permeated my senses and took over my control.
Feeling her heat beneath my palms made me feel like a fucking conqueror. It was all so new. Just the fact I wanted to touch her more than I wanted to breathe. To cover her with my body. To worship at her altar. All of it so fucking new.
She called me a fallen angel, but she was the angel. So good. So fucking good. And I was in her thrall. A willing subject. She might not know it yet, but she was mine.
My wild temptation.
There was something about Dumplin’s plump pink lips beneath mine that moved me in a way I’d never experienced.
It was like an earthquake, only it was taking place inside my body, in my brain. Like I had one of those white noise machines on full blast, and only the sounds of our breathing made it through the clamor.
I had to slow it down. It was going to fucking kill me, but unless I wanted to embarrass myself and blow my load in my pants, I had no other choice.
“Wow,” she whispered, and I smiled with my eyes closed.
“Yeah. Wow. I’ve been dying to do that since I laid eyes on you,” I confessed softly, brushing my lips against her mouth.
She tasted like pure fucking sunshine. After a lifetime of darkness, it was a welcome relief.
I cupped her cheek, gripping the back of her neck with my other hand in a totally possessive manner. I couldn’t let her go, though. I wanted to own her.
Her citrus scent filled my senses, the sweetness of her lips drove me wild. If I didn’t stop, I was going to take this too far in front of too many eyes.
So, I tried to calm myself. Pressing my closed lips to hers several more times in biting, plucking little kisses that left us both panting.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Um, where are we going?”
“You’re coming with me.”
“Okay. I mean, oh my god. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“I shouldn’t even get in a car with you. You’re a stranger⁠—”
“Don’t say that, Dumplin’. You feel this too, I know you do,” I whispered.
“I don’t even know if I’m fired, and I don’t have my purse⁠—”
“You’re not fired,” I said, even though she wouldn’t be going back there to work.
No fucking way.
“Here you are, Miss Valdez. I collected your personal items from your locker,” Josef said, leaning past me to hand her a purse I assumed was hers.
“Oh, thanks,” she whispered.
She took the purse and the small backpack Josef held out and I noticed her wince with the movement. That fucking corset. I was going to burn that thing the second I got it off her.
If she let me take it off her. Goddamn. I really hope she lets me.
I’d never doubted my ability to get a woman in bed. It never mattered to me before. The women I slept with were fillers.
If one refused, there was always another waiting behind her. A never ending queue of nameless, faceless bodies to pass the time. But none of them mattered.
Until now.
She mattered. And that made all the difference. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Destiny Valdez.
“Step on it,” I growled.
Suddenly, I was pissed. Angry that she’d reduced me to this. To wondering if I was good enough. But that wasn’t going to stop me from trying.
I kept her hand in mine, my eyes on the window for the duration of the drive. Familiar with the area, my driver had us there in minutes.
Depending on my mood, I sometimes used back entryways. Lately, I preferred less noise when I traveled, and I was glad Josef had instructed the man to deliver us to the back entrance of the hotel.
“Come,” I ordered.
Tugging on her hand, I made it so she had no choice but to slide across the seat and exit from the same door as me.
It was an overbearing move, but I never said I wasn’t a prick. I needed to figure out what this was between us, and I needed time to do that.
“Marat, I think maybe you have the wrong idea about me,” she started as we stepped into the elevator.
“Take the next one,” I told Josef.
I sucked in a great gulping breath, closing my eyes as I tasted her citrusy sweetness on my tongue. I needed control or this would be over before it started.
“Now, what was that?” I asked, turning towards her once I was steady again.
I spoke too soon. Even in the stark light of the elevator, she was stunning. Just looking at her had my pulse racing, dick throbbing, and my mouth watering.
I was right about the makeup. Hers wasn’t caked on or overdone. She looked positively delicious. Her rounded face was prettier than I’d thought.
Her skin looked so soft. My fingers itched to touch it.
“I said, I think maybe you have the wrong impression. I don’t do this sort of thing. I don’t go back to hotel rooms with strange men.”
“Glad to hear it,” I said. “But I’m not a strange man. And I know you want to come with me. I can feel it.”
It was all bravado. I had no idea if she felt the same wild temptation to be with me that I felt for her, but I hoped. I really fucking hoped.
“Well, I mean, that may be, but I shouldn’t⁠—”
“Haven’t you ever done something just for yourself?” I asked, stepping closer to her just as the doors slid open to reveal the exclusive penthouse I’d rented.
Destiny stepped backwards. She kept on retreating until her back met the wall. I watched her throat work, swallowing down her nervousness.
“Haven’t you ever taken what you wanted with no questions asked?”
“No, not me. I always ask questions. It’s probably why I’m alone. I just can’t help it, Marat. I don’t live in your world,” she said, lifting her hands as if to stop me.
Instead, I crushed them to my chest as I pressed my body into hers, moaning at the way her softness welcomed me.
Goddamn, she was so sexy. So real. My heart squeezed inside my chest, and I gazed at her with covetous eyes, drinking in every inch I could see. It wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to you, Dumplin’.”
“Before we do this, tell me more about what you told my boss.”
“Your boss?” I asked, annoyed she’d brought up that asshole.
“Not Royce, I mean Mr. Ferragamo. You said you needed me for a few days,” she said.
I struggled for a minute to get my brain to work. It was a little difficult since at the time, all my blood resided below my belt.
Destiny was biting her lower lip, her small hands clinging to my waist, and fuck, she felt good.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The temptation to press my hips against her, forcing my cock into contact with her soft stomach was too much to resist. So, I didn’t even try.
I groaned at the sensations, noting with pleasure the way her blue eyes glazed over with lust. She squeezed my sides, rubbing herself on my body.
I was so turned on, I almost forgot what we were talking about.
“Oh, uh, I need a date tomorrow night. Award dinner. And maybe a few more things like that after,” I groaned.
“But you can have anyone⁠—”
“I want you. Only you.”
“I see. Do you do this a lot?”
“Never,” I said, and it was the truth.
“What do I have to do? Like sign an NDA or something?”
She gasped as I ran my hands up and down her sides, needing to feel her sweet softness.
“What? We’ll talk about it later. Now, I just need one thing.”
“Okay. Good. I think I need it too,” she moaned, lifting her pretty face to mine.
“Kiss me, Dumplin’. Now,” I commanded, loving the way she lifted her face and met my lips.
Desire pumped through my veins, and I growled as I swept my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted so fucking good.
“Yes, Marat, yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yeah, yes.”
“To what?”
“To all of it. To right now. To going with you tomorrow. To the NDA. I mean, it is my birthday, and since I didn’t get anything else this year, maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s time I got something for myself,” she whispered as I dropped my lips to her throat.
Victory rang through me like a fucking bell, and I wanted to toss my head back and crow my victory out loud.
“Good,” I growled, wanting to roar in victory. “I’ll be your present.”
“You think you can give me what I need?” she asked coyly, and I growled, nipping her earlobe between my teeth.
“I know it. I can give you what you need, Dumplin’. I got exactly what you crave,” I said, and I believed it.
I’d never been shy. I never skulked or hid in the shadows. Sure, my world was dark, but I was too fucking pretty to remain unknown, and I knew it. Adrik reminded me of it all the time.
It was why I was the face of the company, and he was the wolf. But I was more than my face, and for the first time in my life I wanted to prove it to someone.
“Marat,” she moaned as I marched her backwards, down the hall, towards the king-sized bed.
She whimpered and moaned, tugging on my tie, helping me remove my jacket. I undid the fastenings on her corset, groaning as her glorious tits tumbled free. She had a body made for sin. A body that begged to be worshipped. And it was mine.
But it’s not permanent, my inner nagging voice shouted in my head. That might be true. But it didn’t have to be.
I could keep her. Make her mine for good.
I was rich, handsome, and I would be good to her. Better than her shitty boss and her ex-roommate who ran out on this month’s rent. I could be to her what Sofia was to my brother. Then I’d never have to come to one of these fucking things alone again.
I wouldn’t have to fend off unwanted advances from desperate women, bored debutantes, and unhappy housewives. With Dumplin’ on my arm, I could be happy.
Sure, I didn’t know much about her, but I already had Josef working on a background check. Besides, I trusted my gut and my gut told me she was honest. That kind of thing was a rarity in my world.
Honest, sexy as fuck, smelling like clementines and sunshine, tasting like heaven. Yes, I wanted to keep her. An idea formed fast in my mind as I felt her up against the wall, swallowing down her throaty sighs and needy whimpers.
I could make her want this. Make her want me. Get her addicted to my cock. To the idea of being mine.
This could work.