Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 84: Chapter 84

JOSEF
“Report,” I said, stepping onto the private elevator.
I was fucking exhausted.
I’d been sitting on that goddamn background check for two days now, and I still couldn’t bring myself to read the whole thing.
Fuck.
Mario joined me inside the elevator, having already notified me that Meredith returned home about an hour ago.
He’d been stationed in the lobby at the elevator entrance, and no one could enter or leave without him knowing it.
Of course, we had state-of-the-art tech, cameras, locks with biometrics on every door and window of the building, my home, especially.
“I drove Mrs. Aziz back and escorted her to the condo, texting you right after she was safely ensconced inside. She has not ordered dinner, and she has not left the premises.”
“Good,” I replied.
Anxiety and nerves wrestled for dominance, and I fidgeted with my sleeve before I caught myself.
Fuck.
I didn’t fidget.
I was Josef Aziz.
President of Sigma International Security.
I’d killed men with my bare hands. Toppled governments with only a team of men. Made my first billion dollars by simply backing the right horse.
But one fiery redhead was my goddamn kryptonite.
Marat was right. So was Adrik. I had to stop running and face my fears.
I had to talk to my wife.
The second I left Adrik’s office after the meeting yesterday, I’d sat at my desk and opened my laptop.
Downloading the report, I decrypted the file and opened it. I had every intention of scouring those pages for details about my wife’s life. Her past. Her present.
But what I found out about myself while doing this was shocking. I was a total fucking idiot.
Obsessing over my wife. Thinking the worst. Thinking she’d lied when she said there’d been no one else but me.
Now, I did not read the details.
But I did skim the highlights.
And she was telling the truth.
About all of it. About living abroad and not being in contact with her father. About not having any lovers other than me.
I didn’t read the facts. It felt wrong to steal them.
Yes, I wanted to know if there were men in her past. But I wanted the details from her.
The few acquaintances she had, my team tracked down, and they were interviewed. All of them had the same story. Meredith was an ice queen.
A blue ball maker of the finest order, to quote one asshole.
Of course, my men beat the shit out of the guys who’d said such about my wife.
It was obvious she hadn’t slept with them.
But fuck them for badmouthing her.
Besides, I fucking knew better. The woman was as far from frigid as a goddamn inferno.
She was passionate. Wanton. Acting with complete abandon in my arms.
And I loved her every action and reaction to my touch.
I cherished that about her.
A savage part of my genetic makeup wanted to beat my chest and roar in the hypocritical victory of being the only man on this planet whose cock had ever felt her sweet cunt convulse around him.
Yeah. I was sick.
Borderline fucking nuts.
Completely unreasonable.
I can’t help it.
Not when it comes to my Little Red.
If we had any chance at having a future, it was time for me to tell her how I felt. Time for us to live as man and wife. Time my Little Red knew just how fucking unhinged I was when it came to her.
The elevator doors opened and before I could say anything to Mario, I noticed something off.
The lights were low. Like real low.
A deep bass was pumping through the sound system, and I recognized an older R&B song was playing.
It was the kind of song that made you think about sex and nothing but sex.
I breathed in, and the scent of candles burning reached my senses. Without thinking, I drew my weapon.
What the fuck was going on?
“I thought you said no one came up?” I growled at Mario, who, mimicking me, also drew his weapon.
“No one did, sir. Not from the elevator.”
But that left the emergency staircase.
“Check the footage of the stairwell⁠—”
“On it,” he growled, seemingly angry with himself.
The sound of moaning reached my ears, and if I heard it, that meant Mario did as well.
Red tainted the edges of my vision as I walked deeper into the condo.
My fucking condo.
Where my wife was currently moaning, listening to sexy, let’s fuck music when she was supposedly by herself.
My nerves were on edge. My hackles rose and my inner beast, the Big Bad Wolf, growled inside of me.
My muscles bunched, and I was ready to attack.
“Stay fucking here,” I ordered.
“Yes, Boss,” Mario replied.
His eyes were on his screen, and I assumed he was checking footage for the last hour.
There were alarms supposedly in place for those stairs. No one should have been able to access them without my knowledge.
But something was fucking going on, and I needed to know what.
Gun high, I turned towards the master bedroom, where the sounds were louder.
Running water. Heavy bass. Soft, breathy moans.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Exhaling slowly and trying for a calm I sure as fuck didn’t feel, I opened the door to the guest bedroom stealthily.
My mouth dropped fucking open.
Holy. Shit.
The adjoining bathroom door was wide open, giving me a perfect view of what, or rather, who was inside.
The thing about this condo was it was all window walls and mirrors. I mean, every bathroom had mirrored walls.
So many fucking mirrors.
I didn’t know where to look first. Every panel showed my wife from a different angle.
My Little Red. My Meredith. Completely naked. Legs wide. Cheeks pink. Eyes drunk with lust.
Her skin was flushed from the warm water surrounding her inside the sunken tub. Her knees were spread wide. Her eyes half-closed. Lips parted.
It was like a collage of X-rated pictures of my sexy as fuck wife were staring at me from every angle.
But these weren’t photographs. These were living, breathing, moving images.
Each reflection was a vision that would forever be burned into my brain.
Her small hand pressed against her pretty pink pussy, and was she holding something in it?
My gaze zoomed in on that hand.
Yes. There was something in her grip. It was pink. And it was smallish.
I couldn’t make it out.
But I could guess.
Her eyes were still shut, an expression of impending bliss on her face, and the music was loud, so, no, she didn’t hear me.
“Boss—” Mario said, drawing near.
Fury sped through my blood, and I turned around, shoving the man back through the bedroom door, a snarling growl on my lips.
“Get the fuck out and lock the door. Put guards on the ground floor. Two by the elevator and two by the emergency staircase. I want them there twenty-four hours a day from now on. And no one comes in here. Not one fucking person. Not ever,” I said with a finality that brooked no argument.
“Yes, Boss,” Mario replied, eyes wide.
He was just fucking lucky I’d been quick enough to push him back before he saw something he shouldn’t.
Something that would have been his last vision on earth.
Oh, but what a fucking vision.
When I heard the front door close, I went back inside the bedroom, slamming the door this time so my freaky little wife could hear.
She jumped.
I watched the pulse at the base of her neck throb wildly.
Her mouth gaped open, and she bolted upright, sending rivulets of water cascading between her heavy breasts.
“Josef? W-what are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? No. What are you doing here, Dirty Girl?” I grunted, pulling off my jacket and kicking off my shoes.
She cleared her throat. Holding her head high like a fucking princess as she stared at me.
“I was trying to take the edge off since you don’t seem interested in the job, Husband.”
She was trying to be a brat, but the breathless quality of her voice told a different story.
My Little Red was still turned on.
Whether it was an aftereffect from the still vibrating sex toy in her hand or the fact I was now naked, and her emerald eyes were glued to my rock hard dick, I couldn’t be sure.
I hoped it was because of my big dick.
“Oh, I’m interested, Baby. I told you. You just have to ask,” I grunted, gripping my shaft, and giving it one hard pull.
“Josef,” she whined, her pretty pink tongue darting out and wetting her lips.
Fuck.
She was so damn hot.
So sexy.
Her tits bounced with every breath, and I couldn’t wait to suck the hard peaks into my mouth.
I was starving for her.
“Josef? Nah. Call me Husband when we’re going to fuck. Say it.”
“Alright,” she said, not complying with my ridiculous demand.
I stopped walking, one eyebrow raised.
“I mean, are we going to—Husband, are we going to fuck?” she asked.
I could tell she was excited by the prospect. Her emerald eyes sparkled, and her cheeks were flushed with desire.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Pleasure rocketed through my blood when she called me Husband in that husky little voice of hers.
I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to hear her scream it while buried balls deep inside her hot cunt.
“Yeah, Baby. We’re going to fuck. Now, tell me what you want. Tell me you want this dick.”
I was so fucking hot just looking at her.
All that smooth, soft, pale flesh. Those juicy, thick thighs. Her big tits, all those soft curves.
One tug on my dick wasn’t enough. This woman made me fucking crazy with need.
“I want it, Husband. I want your dick inside me.”
Fucking. Fuck. Me.
Meredith’s eyelids lowered to half-mast as she watched me cup my balls with one hand and stroke my cock with the other.
She looked intoxicated with desire, and I felt that way, too.
We were explosive together.
I’d known it from the second I saw her all those years ago. She was too young for me then.
Too young and sheltered for the only kind of life I had to offer her at the time.
But things were different now.
We were both different now.
And there was no one else on the entire planet more suited for me than her. She’d seen her share of ugliness in this world.
She’d learned all about life when she’d made it on her own in Europe, and then again, when she returned home.
Everything I learned about what she’d been doing over the past fifteen years had been on paper. And everything I read only reassured me this was right.
We were right. Together was exactly what we were supposed to be.
I’d made the right choice in marrying her. But I was a greedy bastard. I wanted more.
I wanted her body, her heart, her soul, and her secrets. All of them.
And I wanted her to give them to me. Freely.
Even if I had to seduce her to get them.
There was only one thing that really mattered in any of this. One fact no one could refute.
Meredith was always meant to be mine. Just like I was meant to be hers.
It was time I fucking showed her.