Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

MARAT
“My attorney already drew up the papers. I just need you to print them and bring them to me.”
“Are you serious, Marat? Does Adrik know?” Joseph’s voice sounded even more gruff than usual.
“Yes, I am serious, and this is one matter that does not concern my brother.”
I clicked end call, grabbed two bottles of water from the fully stocked refrigerator, and walked back to the bedroom where I’d left my sweet Dumplin’ after fucking her until she passed out.
Once hadn’t been enough. After the very first time I felt her sweet pussy pulse around my cock, I knew I needed more. One time. That was all it took, and now I was addicted.
All I could see was her. All I wanted was more of her. More of her perfect body. More of her sexy sighs. And more of her O faces.
Those were mine. The mere idea of her leaving my hotel room and gifting that sight to any other man sent me into a murderous rage.
Yeah, I was being crazy. But that was a side of myself I’d come to terms with long ago.
My Dumplin’ was a vision of pure carnal sin when she was engrossed in passion. Her plump lips parted, those stunning blue eyes glowing brightly, and her creamy skin all hot and flushed.
I fucking loved the way that dusky rose color spread across her cheeks, down to her big, glorious tits.
Each time I’d brought her to orgasm, I watched a myriad of expressions cross her face and that stroked something primal inside me. Something dark and possessive.
Her O face was mine.
I’d earned it. I wanted to keep earning it. And I felt a homicidal fury at the idea another man might ever see it.
I wasn’t about to let that happen. Not now that I’d had her. She was mine.
My Destiny.
My sweet Dumplin’.
And I had no plans to let her go.
I paused in the doorway just taking her in. I wished I could tell you I stood there grinning like a rooster in his henhouse, but I was too dumfounded to do that.
Destiny’s dark hair spilled over the side of the bed, her nudity partially hidden by the sheet carelessly covering her. The temperature was moderate, so I knew she wasn’t cold.
I pressed a hand over my heart. I didn’t know her well enough for what I was about to propose. Not really. Hell. Not at all.
But we got along so far. She was gorgeous and sweet and kind. Plus, we set fires between the sheets, which was more than most people had.
Goddamn beauty. So sweet and giving. When had anyone ever wanted to give to me? It was always about what they could get. What I could give them.
But not with her. The way she reached for me. Clinging to me. Gave me her mouth. Offered me comfort. Oh, I’d felt it when she traced my face and combed her soft fingers through my hair.
Dumplin’ was everything I never knew I needed. She was unique in my world, and I was suddenly obsessed with the need to keep her. To cage her in and throw away the key.
But how?
I supposed keeping it simple was best. I wanted her. And I always got what I wanted. I moved away from the doorframe, feeling like a creeper just staring at her.
I placed the water bottles down on the end table. But before I could touch her again, the sound of the elevator pinging alerted me to Josef’s arrival.
I cast one more look at her sleeping form, then I went to meet him, to retrieve the papers I’d asked for and to ask him and the bodyguard he’d brought with him to witness what I was about to do.
It was fucked up. A sick shortcut to getting what I wanted. But something inside me demanded that I claim the woman sleeping in my bed as soon as possible. It was an urgency I’d never experienced.
I needed to make her mine before something took her from me. To bond her to me in as many ways as possible.
I wasn’t used to being so fucking emotional, but this woman left me unhinged. She’d opened up something inside of me, and now she was the only thing who could fill it.
But I wasn’t going to look too closely at that.
“Is that everything?” I asked.
“Yes. But Marat, don’t you think maybe you should run this past Adrik?”
“No. This is not my brother’s concern. Just stand by the door and make sure you and your man avert your fucking eyes or I’ll take them. And make sure he shuts the fuck up,” I said.
I was talking like a jealous fool, but I couldn’t help it. I did my research. In order for the marriage to be legal, a ceremony had to be conducted in front of witnesses. But these particular witnesses knew better than to cross me.
My brother was the one with the better known reputation, but I was no fucking slouch. I was Volkov. The wolf was in my blood.
I was every bit as predatory and ruthless as Adrik, I just never had a reason to show my hand. But Josef knew. He could see the wolf in my eyes. He nodded once in recognition.
“He’ll do as he’s told. Just take a moment to consider the danger here. You do not know this woman, Marat. What if she has skeletons in her closet? I mean, marriage? This is a fucking mistake.”
“I didn’t ask you for your opinion, Josef,” I growled, then relented, knowing he was just showing concern. “I know enough. I’ve never wanted to keep anyone before. But I want to keep her. And I will.”
“She’s not a pet. She’s a person,” he said, but I was past listening to reason.
“You ready?”
“Fuck. Yeah. Let’s fucking do this.”
I turned my back, leaving Josef and the bodyguard to follow. I did not repeat my instructions, trusting them to do as I said.
Josef was more than just an employee, and I knew he meant well. But he knew me. He would only go so far with his objections.
There was no reasoning with a Volkov once his mind was made up. And mine was. Definitively so.
“Dumplin’,” I whispered, sliding into the bed beside her warm, soft body.
I roused the object of my desire. The woman I was about to trick into marrying me, loving the feel of my immediate response to her nearness.
How fucking long had it been since I’d experienced a reaction like that? Too fucking long. My cock was straining beneath my boxers, and precum was already leaking from the slit.
Life had grown stale. I’d become bored with the state of things. Nothing roused my appetite. Not till I saw her walking towards me in that fucking corset and those painted on pants.
Goddamn. She was fine as fuck. And the way she made me feel? I was already addicted to it. I needed this woman, and I was smart enough to recognize that.
“Mmm? I’m sleeping,” she mumbled adorably.
She’d already warned me last night she slept like the dead, but I was still surprised by how many times I had to shake her to get her to even this mild state of awareness.
Fucking adorable.
“Want some water, Baby?” I asked, holding the bottle to her lips and brushing her hair back.
“Mm, thanks,” she murmured, barely opening her sleepy blue eyes, smiling up at me.
That act alone was enough to make my heart hammer in my chest. When had anyone ever offered their smiles so freely to me?
Invitations to fuck?
Sure.
But smiling at me just because? Simply for the sake of expressing joy?
Never.
I tilted the bottle again, and she pressed her mouth to it, accepting the drink.
I was surprised by how much I liked the act of providing for her. It was strange, but I’d never taken care of anyone. Never wanted to. Till now.
“I need you to sign this, Dumplin’,” I instructed, handing her a pen.
“What is it? An NDA?” she asked, and my eyebrows flew up.
That was as good an excuse as any. I should’ve thanked her for supplying it, but I wasn’t a total moron. I didn’t want her to be suspicious before we were finished.
“Sorta,” I said, pushing the pen into her hand.
“I won’t tell anyone anything about you. Marat,” she said, mumbling a little.
“I know.”
She wouldn’t. She wasn’t like that.
I tilted my head, signaling to Josef. This was the part that had to be said before it was official. I’d had him take an online class, making him ordained.
“Hmm?” she mumbled when I shook her again. “What’s that sound?”
“Nothing, Baby,” I growled, sliding my hands down her soft body, over her belly, down to the curls covering her sweet cunt.
She moaned, arching into my touch, and I loved it.
“Marat,” she whimpered my name. Ducking. Whimpered. And my cock thumped in response.
“So fucking wet for me already.”
“Mmm, please.”
“What is it? What do you need? Do you need my fingers inside your tight little cunt?” I asked, whispering my words so only she could hear,
“You want me to bury them deep? To make you come?” I asked, nuzzling her neck, and running my hands over her soft, warm skin.
“I do, Marat. Please, I do,” she murmured, and my fingers slid between her thick, parted thighs.
“I do, too, Dumplin’. I do,” I growled, loud enough for my witnesses to hear.
I blocked the view from the door with my body, making sure to keep what I was doing from the men watching us to make sure we said our I dos.
After the ceremony was finished, nice and legal, I raised my free hand, dismissing them, catching Destiny’s next moan with my mouth.
Victory rolled through me like a freight train, and I wanted to tilt my head back and roar it to the world.
This woman was my wife now. My sexy as fuck wife. She was delicious. And all it took was a few whispered words to make her mine.
I pulled my waistband down and freed my dick, sliding back to line myself up. Lifting her leg higher, I notched myself at her entrance. On a groan, I slid into her from behind, rocking my hips as her wet sheath constricted around my cock.
Fuck, she felt so good. She was so wet. So hot for me.
Destiny keened. Her small hands reaching back to scratch against my hips as I fucked her in long, hard thrusts.
“That’s it. Take it, Baby. You take it so fucking good,” I growled, my lips by her ear as I started to pound into her.
I had one goal right then. My entire being was focused on one thing and one thing only.
Making my wife come.
I pushed my hand between her writhing body and the mattress, coating my fingers with her slick and rubbing her bundle of nerves.
Three swipes were all it took for her sweet pussy to contract, and I followed, emptying my balls into the woman I’d just made my wife without her knowledge.
Til death do us part, Dumplin’.