Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 94: Chapter 94

JOSEF
When I came back from checking the security teams and the biometric alarm system I’d installed personally in Marat and Destiny’s new home, I couldn’t find her.
My Little Red was missing.
At first, I thought maybe she’d gone to the restroom. So, like a fucking stalker, I waited outside the one designated for ladies for ten full minutes.
But no Meredith.
Then, I texted her. I waited another couple of minutes.
No reply.
I tried to track the thing, but of course the security system I installed also messed with any tracking software inside the home, so that was moot.
Curiosity turned to annoyance.
Annoyance to anger.
Anger to rage.
Then rage to worry.
And that was the fucking worst of it.
I was worried my wife of less than two months had walked out on me. Like some lovesick fucking boy, I panicked.
I was so scared that Meredith, my Little Red, had finally wised up to the fact that I was so fucking beneath her she decided to leave me.
No. I can’t let that happen.
I was about to race outside when Marat caught up with me. His amused expression told me he knew exactly what I’d been thinking.
“I believe I know where she is,” he’d said quietly, turning as if I’d just follow him.
Fucker.
He was right.
I followed him blindly.
“We converted one of the sitting rooms into a nursing suite for Destiny, and anyone else who might be breastfeeding. I just wanted her to be comfortable, but my Dumplin’ loved the idea, especially after she’d joined a few mommy groups out here,” he explained.
“Meredith’s not nursing,” I growled.
The sudden vision of my wife swollen with my seed, then breastfeeding the yet to be born baby, had my cock so goddamn hard, I groaned.
My hands were shaking.
No, it was worse.
My entire body was vibrating. And I didn’t know if it was from worry, fear, or lust.
Fuck.
I had better control than that.
Or at least, I should have better control than that.
It took a few seconds for me to get myself calm enough to form words. I nodded my thanks and Marat pointed out the door to the nursing suite before he discreetly left.
Knocking on the door, I waited. But it wasn’t Meredith who answered. It was Sofia.
Adrik’s wife looked positively delighted by the fact I was there, searching for Little Red.
But I had no time to worry about her or how ridiculous I looked.
The scent of cocoa butter reached me, and I closed my eyes, breathing in deep.
She was there. She hadn’t left.
Relief filled me, but that happy sensation darkened, turning into something else as my wife, deliciously wrapped in pink, approached me, her head canted warily.
All those carefully worded things I wanted to say that I’d had readied in my head prior to knocking got blown away in the hurricane of my feelings for her.
My wife. My Little Red.
I managed a few sentences. But it wasn’t enough. Hardly articulate at the best of times, I felt choked with emotion and I couldn’t get past that initial fear I’d felt that she’d run away.
From me. Again.
Then she spoke, and the words she said rocked me to my fucking core.
“Hey, I’m yours and you’re mine, remember?” she whispered, cupping my bearded face with her small hands.
So much damn emotion surged through me, I couldn’t help myself. I pinned her to the wall, claiming her with my mouth.
I was so fucking worried she would push me away. But I didn’t give her the chance to talk or to refuse me.
Not knowing exactly how Meredith felt about public displays of affection, I took a chance.
But this was hardly a hug or peck on the cheek in front of friends.
This was a full on claiming.
A consummation without it actually turning into sex.
I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t fuck her in public.
The idea of anyone else seeing or hearing my sexy as fuck wife in the throes of passion made me positively homicidal.
No one got to hear her moans or see her body, ever. No one but me.
She’s mine.
But I needed her to know that. I needed her to understand how much mine she really was.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her so damn fully, branding her with my lips, so all she could see, hear, feel, breathe, and taste was me.
I wanted to consume her. To carry her around inside of me forever.
She was in my blood.
My Little Red.
She was the beating of my heart. My rhyme, my reason, my whole fucking life. I’d do anything, give anything just to keep her.
This woman owned me.
Me.
Josef Aziz.
The Big Bad Wolf.
Killer of men.
Black-hearted monster living in the shadows.
But maybe I wasn’t only that. Not anymore.
Maybe, with Meredith, I could be something else. I could be more than I was. More than the shadowy boogeyman.
With her, my life wasn’t so cold and dark. With her, I wasn’t alone.
Meredith was the sun in my sky. She brought color back into my life. And warmth.
So much fucking warmth.
I needed her like I needed air. Like the earth needed the rain and the sun.
She was necessary to me. To my existence.
All those years apart, I’d been missing her. But no more.
I’ll never let her go again.
“Um, are you coming back to the party?”
I could hear Marat’s smirk, and my chest rumbled with aggravation.
Not wanting to move away from her soft body or her cocoa scented kisses just yet, I leaned my forehead against hers, pleased she looked as flushed as I felt.
“We’ll be right there,” I told him.
“Alright, I look forward to meeting you formally, Mrs. Aziz.”
Marat walked away, but I could hear him stop by the nursing suite to get Destiny, assuming their nanny took over watching baby Lucy after she was fed.
“Come on,” I said, standing up straight and adjusting myself so my hard on wasn’t too noticeable.
“Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe I can help with that,” Meredith said, her green eyes glittering with mischief.
“Minx,” I growled, lunging for her.
She giggled and ducked my outstretched arm, but I caught up to her easily and swatted her on her heart-shaped ass.
Fuck. I really loved her ass.
“How long until we can leave?” she whispered as we rejoined the majority of people.
“An hour at least. Want something to eat?”
She nodded, and I lifted my hand, calling over one of the servers circling the room with tapas and drinks.
I handed Meredith a glass of wine and fed her some prosciutto wrapped melon from my hand, finishing what she didn’t.
We ate like that for a little while. Me feeding her bites of this and that from whatever small plates were being served.
Feeding her was quickly becoming one of my favorite damn activities. She moaned appreciatively around a cracker slathered with olive tapenade and a sprinkle of fresh thyme.
The mini lamb skewer with a mint sauce reduction was delicious. But the chicken croquettes were my favorite.
Meredith tried it all. She was game for everything.
Even the fried squid and raw oysters served on a spoon with a mignonette sauce.
She almost went cross-eyed when we shared the goat cheese stuffed strawberries.
Feeding her was a goddamn aphrodisiac. I couldn’t wait to get her home to try it again.
Only next time, I was thinking of feeding her my dick.
An image of my Little Red, her pink lips stretched around my girthy cock filled my head and I wanted to groan.
Fuck. Me.
“Oh my God, no more, please. It’s so good, but I can’t eat another bite,” she said.
I frowned, thinking we hadn’t even had dessert yet.
“Glad you enjoyed everything,” Marat interrupted, approaching with his brother and their wives in tow.
“Hello, I’m Adrik Volkov. This is my brother, Marat,” he said.
“It’s good to finally meet you! Anyone who can put up with Josef must be a saint, for sure. Oof,” Marat grunted the last, and I grinned at Destiny who’d just elbowed her husband.
Jerk.
“Sorry, Mer. Our guys can be a bit much,” Destiny said, nodding at Meredith and rolling her eyes at her husband who was now pouting like the overgrown toddler he was.
“You didn’t mind my muchness this morning, Dumplin’,” Marat whispered to his wife, but I still heard him.
And when she elbowed him again, I chuckled.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Meredith, ever the diplomat, said, fighting against her smirk.
It might have looked odd to outsiders, but the fact neither man offered his hand to my wife, and that Meredith made no move to touch them, just proved my earlier point.
Meredith was mine.
And fuck, I really liked that.