Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

MARAT
The first few days back in New York, things were good. Every day I woke up with Destiny naked and warm, curled up beside me, my arms wrapped around her sweet body.
I never did that. I never stayed the whole night with a woman, and I certainly never stayed more than that.
But even though there were other rooms in the penthouse, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her side after sex. And that we had every night as well. More than once.
My mind raced with memories of what we’d done that morning, and I couldn’t breathe for the tightness I felt tied around my chest. Like a fucking vise.
“What are you smiling at, Wife?”
“Just admiring my gorgeous husband. You look like a dark prince in the moonlight,” she whispered to me in our bed, her blue eyes sparkling.
Fuck. She was pretty. But her words bothered me.
“This isn't a fairytale, Wife. I'm no prince. I’m not going to give you poetry or flowers.”
“No? What are you going to give me?” she asked, so fucking trusting.
But I wasn’t trustworthy. I was the Devil. the sound of her voice hitching at the end as she swallowed her nerves was like a balm to my soul. But I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to trust it.
“Marat,” she moaned my name, looking at me with such affection.
I did not deserve that. How could she give it to me so freely? How did she do all the things she did?
My wife was a mystery to me. I thought if I fucked her every night, this feeling I had inside to consume her would go away.
But it wasn’t gratified. The more I had of her, the more I wanted. I’d been rough with her. Taking her hard and fast with no preparation at all. I’d been inconsiderate. Even rude.
The way I rutted into her sweet fucking body I was little better than an animal. Spurred on by hunger. Insatiable. Starving for her.
I fucked Destiny with a ferocity I didn’t know I had in me. I worked for it with her. Needing her pleasure as much as I needed my own.
I lashed at her cunt with my tongue first. Then my cock. Filling her with my cum until we both passed out. But it still wasn’t enough.
How did she do it? How did she fuck like that but still look so damn innocent?
Her face. Her hair. Her pretty smile.
She haunted my every moment, waking and not. She made me hunger. She made me crave.
I wanted to devour her. I was a fucking glutton for my wife.
But that morning I’d been out of control.
“Give you? I’m not going to give you anything,” I said, answering her question.
“W-what do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. You get nothing. It’s my turn. And I'm going to take from you.”
I told her when her eyes widened at my thinly veiled threat.
“I’m going to take everything you have. Your kiss, your touch, your sighs, your pleasure. They’re mine. Tell me.”
“They’re y-yours, Marat. Only yours.”
“That’s right. I’m going to stuff you with my cock and take everything you have. I’m going to fuck your tight little hole until you give me everything.”
I grunted my demand before impaling her on my dick. My wife who told me she wasn’t good at sex the first time we fucked was coming before my second thrust.
It should have made me proud that I was the only man who brought her to such heights. And it did.
But it also made me fucking furious. I wanted to know who her past lovers were. Who’d touched her body? Who’d left her unfulfilled? I wanted to exterminate them. I wanted to kill them with my bare hands for daring to touch what was mine. And for touching her and failing her so spectacularly.
It was madness. I knew that. And yet, I couldn’t stop my feelings.
“I know you said this isn't a fairytale, but that was a pretty great ending,” Destiny sighed after we both finished panting.
“That's where you're wrong, Baby. That wasn't an ending. It was the beginning. Now turn around and get up on all fours. That’s it. Show me that tight little asshole.”
Fuck. She was such a good girl. Such a filthy little girl, doing what I told her.
God, the way she tasted. Like pure fucking heaven.
Like mine.
Thinking about the way she keened when I lashed my tongue between her round globes had my cock thumping inside my pants. Of course, she’d never done that before.
Ass play was new for her, and I wanted to beat my chest like a fucking barbarian that I was the first. I couldn’t wait to fuck her there, but we had time.
I needed to prepare her for it. And I needed it to be me who initiated her.
Filled with thoughts of my wife filling my head, I went into the office to find my latest project in shambles. I needed to refocus my attentions on my greener initiative and not my wife’s tempting little asshole.
After that encounter, things had cooled dramatically. It was my fault. I’d put up a wall.
Days blurred. Every morning, I woke up early, went to work, tried to ignore the fact my wife had started to smile less with every passing day.
Destiny was one of those naturally happy people. I’d seen it shining in her beautiful blue eyes the first time I looked into them. She had a brightness about her.
Like she was always looking for the light no matter how dark it was.
The evidence of her unhappiness weighed heavily on my conscience. We said we would be honest with one another. But to have honesty you needed communication. And I’d been nothing but cold and distant since we’d landed.
Another week passed, and we’d been isolated in our own little bubble. I thought it might be okay then. That maybe she’d let my bad behavior go. And for the most part, she did.
Destiny did not complain or nag at me. She didn’t push me away when I reached out for her in the dark. When we were together like that, she was all I could see. Her throaty moans were like music to my ears and the way her body always welcomed mine was unparalleled.
But in the light of day, I became someone else. I was all business. And I was cold. I went to work at Volkov Towers every day. Putting in fourteen to sixteen hours. Coming home well after she’d gone to bed.
I was a coward. Doing anything I could to not have to talk to my wife.
Fuck. I was so fucking guarded. I hated myself for it. But I couldn’t deal with the possibility of her asking me for something I couldn’t give her. Or worse, for her wanting out of our marriage.
I couldn’t do that. No way. She was mine. And to remind her of that, every night I came home and fucked her. Sometimes we had dinner together, other times we barely said a word.
I couldn’t keep my hands off her. And by some miracle, by some goddamn fucking miracle I didn’t want to look too closely at, Destiny had yet to tell me no. She welcomed me with open arms, just as hungry for my touch as I was for hers.
Hell, I didn’t even know what I would do if she said I couldn’t have her. I wouldn’t play fair. That was the only certainty. Need buzzed in my veins like a swarm of bees, and I’d yet to get my fill.
Would it stop? Would I wake up one day cured of my desire?
Truth was, I had no fucking clue. She was the only woman who ever made me feel that way. I didn’t even try to fight it. Denying my desires was not something I’d ever done.
But the world had gone dark for a while. It was tasteless, colorless, and then suddenly, she was there. Like my own personal sun bringing warmth and soft light to my otherwise cold and listless existence.
Fuck. I needed to do better. I had to make an effort with her. Talk to her. Take her out. Show her how good things could be between us. I had to do something, or I was going to fuck this up. And I couldn’t have that.
I was addicted to her. She was mine. My sweet Dumplin’. And I had no intention of letting her go.
“What are you doing here? It’s Saturday,” Josef said, eyebrows raised as I walked down the hall to my office.
“You’re here. Adrik is here. Why shouldn’t I be?”
“Because it’s fucking Saturday. Who the hell are you?”
“Fuck off, Josef.”
“No, seriously—” he started, but Adrik opened his door at the same time.
“Marat? What are you doing here? It’s Saturday?” my older brother asked, truly puzzled.
“Oh my fuck,” I growled, raising my hands and slapping them down on my sides. “What the fuck is the big deal? You are both here! Andres is probably here, too. Why shouldn’t I be here?”
“Uh, maybe because you never gave a fuck about business before?” Adrik said.
“Maybe he is having problems with that hot new wife. Problems at home, Marat? Your wife disappearing on you already?” Josef taunted.
Red crept into my vision. They could talk all they wanted about me, but no one was allowed to talk about my wife. I growled, lunging for him.
“Don’t fucking talk about her,” I growled, as we exchanged punches.
He was stronger, I would give him that. But I was faster. And when a heavier opponent threw his weight into a punch, it was simply a matter of turning at the last minute to maximize his wasted effort. Add to that my own right hook, and Josef went down.
“ENOUGH!” Adrik roared.
He pushed his way between us, shoving Josef in one direction and me in the other. The anger rolling off him was enough to silence us both, and we stopped going for each other’s throats.
“Fuck you, you little prick,” Josef said, spitting blood into his handkerchief.
“You’re the one who taught me that move,” I grunted, wiping my new split lip with the back of my hand.
“Enough from both of you. My office. Now,” Adrik commanded in clipped phrases.
“Sit,” he said, and Josef took the chair on the left, leaving me the other.
“Adrik, it’s nothing you wouldn’t do if someone said something about Sofia,” I began, not wanting to get into this.
“My Zaika is not the issue. Besides, my relationship is not the same. I love my wife,” he said, eyes narrowed, and I felt those words like a punch to my gut.
I knew he loved his wife. Everyone fucking knew it. What did that have to do with me? My brother had everything he ever wanted, and he worked hard for it. I would never begrudge him his happiness.
“I am not you, Adrik. But my marriage is not up for debate. And I won’t listen to a bad word about her. Destiny is my wife. She will be treated with respect,” I said, brooking no argument.
“Not up for debate?” Josef spat. “Do you know where your wife goes every day? When you’re working, does she tell you where she goes?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Marat, I asked Josef for a copy of the background check you ran on your wife. Then I asked him to put her under surveillance.”
“What?”
“You are my brother. I will do anything to protect you. Even from yourself,” he said, handing me a manilla envelope.
My heart thudded painfully inside my chest as I opened the thing. I did not want to look inside, but I was powerless to do otherwise. I dumped the contents onto my lap, pawing through them.
Photos of Destiny on a bus to New Jersey. Copies of public transportation schedules. Screenshots of text messages from someone named Bear.
Last was a copy of an old marriage license.
What. The. Fuck?
Anger dotted my vision with red. Jealousy making it impossible to breathe. She was married before. From the date, it looked like she was just eighteen when she’d married someone else. Someone named Timothy Gallo.
A fucking dead man.
More photos of her in some greasy diner, sitting across from a stranger who looked her age. Copies of a couple of checks from her account made out to cash. The amounts were small, but I could not explain them.
“Did you have any idea about this?” Adrik asked.
Fury and pain like I’d never felt filled me as I looked through the evidence of my wife’s secret life. Failure and me, we were old friends, but I’d believed Destiny when she said we would have honesty between us.
I’d been a fool. A stupid, gullible fool. She was just like all the rest.
Manipulator. User. Liar.
I felt Adrik’s pity, and it was the last straw. I wasn’t the Dark Wolf. I was not cunning. And I clearly didn’t have a fucking clue about my own wife. But fuck him for making me feel like less. And damn her for playing me like that for all to see.
With a fury I’d never felt before roiling through me, I turned to Josef.
“Where is she now?”
He looks at me, then Adrik, then back at me. Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, Josef huffed a breath and sent a text. Seconds later, he received one back.
“I have an address. The car is waiting.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Adrik asked.
“No. Josef will come with me.”
I left my brother’s office with long, angry strides. Who was the man she was meeting? This Bear? What was my little wife up to?
It was not lost on me that whatever Destiny was doing, she didn’t have to try hard to hide. I never asked her a single question about herself.
Ever since I brought her here, moved her into my penthouse, I’d put up a wall between us. The only time I took it down was to fuck her. But the second emotions threatened to spill over, I brought it right back up.
I did not want to feel that way about anyone.
I’d wanted her from the second I saw her. Who wouldn’t? She was beautiful. A wild temptation. Out of the ordinary. Making me lose control. I could understand now how my brother had become so unhinged over a woman.
But I was not like him. Love was not something I believed in. Hell, I didn’t think I was even capable of it.
Obsession, well, that was something else. Something understandable. But I’d never been moved to such a state before.
You could imagine my surprise that a curvy little cocktail waitress brought that out in me. I was possessed by the desire to make Destiny mine. To get her in my bed. Keep her there. Force her to wear my ring. Take my name. And I’d done all that.
I couldn’t just allow her to take root inside my soul.
And now that I knew she’d lied, I was grateful for having the foresight to shield myself. She’d called me beautiful once. Told me I looked like a fallen angel with my dark eyes and perfect features. She’d said I looked like the Devil.
Well, Wife, you’re about to find out how like Lucifer I can be.