Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (15 page)

We are right by our hotel. Julian slows his pace and faces me. “T
here is no better position for a man to be in than as a member of the secret society I am allied to. I would give up nearly everything, except you, to keep my position there.”

We continue walking
. Julian is striding confidently, leading us toward our hotel. “Really, it was their bad luck to mess with me,” Julian says arrogantly. “But just because I shot them doesn’t necessarily mean they are dead. There is always a possibility to survive bullets to the head, the body, even the heart. If I really wanted to kill someone I would do it a different way.”

Julian and
I walk into our hotel, and make our way to our suite. I am still trembling. Once we are inside our suite, I take a few deep breaths and try to compose myself.
What a way to end the day.

Julian suggests we relax for a while
before we head out to dinner. I am in no mood to go anywhere. So Julian calls in a famous private Italian chef to cook for us in our suite.

T
he chef prepares a wonderful Italian dinner for us in the dining room. The dining table is very long, seating twelve, and if Julian were to sit across from me, we’d be far apart so we sit right beside each other.

After dinner the chef prepares a delicious
Italian dessert with tea. The chef is dismissed by Julian and he leaves our suite. We continue to sip on our tea seated at the dining room table.

I
recall the incident again and try to imagine what would happen if Julian didn’t carry a gun with him. Those gross men would lay their hands on me, take turns fucking me. Then, I would be trafficked, working as a sex slave for the remainder of my life.
How terrible.

I also picture what would happen if Julian wasn’t a member of an elite society that protects him from the consequences of his
actions. He would shoot the men and most likely some fellow Mafia members would come after Julian and kill him. I’ve heard what Mafia members do to protect their own and take revenge.

“Cheryl, is everything okay?” Julian interrupts my thoughts. “You’ve become so quiet.”

“I was jus
t thinking about what happened,” I murmur.

Julian looks as if I’ve offended him. “I protected you, you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“I know, it was just a scary experience.” The robot-like butler is standing behind us, so I don’t say much more. I guess he is at service all day, every day.

“I hope by now I’ve proved to you that
I have a very powerful position in this world and that I am very capable of protecting you.”

I
develop intense curiosity regarding how Julian became as powerful as he is.
How does a man get into a secret society?
I can understand that once part of a secret society, it is much easier to obtain massive wealth with all the influential contacts and priceless information. So that would explain how he got as wealthy as he is at such a young age. The question remains, how did he get into the secret society that is he is allied to?

“Julian, how did you get into the society?” I ask
, curious as ever, fascinated by Julian. The reality suddenly hits me hard, although I knew before that he and Derek are members of an elite secret society, it’s never something I really dwelled on until now. I have a newfound, deep respect for the man that I have married.

“That
is a story for another time,” Julian says simply.

“Can’t you tell me now?” I say, feeling the curiosity burning deep inside me.

“Another time,” Julian says sternly.

I feel like
coaxing him to tell me, giving him an ultimatum, but I know that will not work with Julian and I don’t want to displease him. I always want to be on Julian’s good side because I love him and respect him so much.

“Promise you’ll tell me sometime?”
I murmur.

“One day, Cheryl,” he responds.

I shift in my seat, impatient for that day to come, the intense curiosity overwhelming me.

Julian
appears to notice my curiosity and he reaches for something in his inside suit jacket pocket. He pulls out his crocodile skin wallet which I immediately see is filled with a very thick stack of Euro and American bills.

He pulls out a
shiny black card and hands it to me. I carefully examine the card which has a very complex-looking round, gold logo in the center and nothing else. I flip over the card and I see that it is a swipe card probably used to enter somewhere.

I hand Julian back the card
as it doesn’t provide much information. Julian tucks the card away back in his wallet, and puts the wallet back in his inside suit jacket pocket.

“That’s all I can show for now,” Julian responds when I gaze at him, hoping for more information.

Derek was also part of the same secret society but life with him felt very ordinary—he hid his power and influence so well. I know that life with Julian will never be ordinary.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We are heading to
Positano via helicopter, after having spent a few days in Rome, enjoying the Italian restaurants and doing some shopping. We admire the beautiful scenery as we fly across Italy. Julian says he has a surprise in store for me.

The
pretty seaside town of Positano is perched on a cliff-gorge on the Amalfi Coast. The landscape is like that of a 19th century painting. There are pastel-painted houses positioned on the rocky mountain façade. The streets and mountains are framed by bunches of purple bougainvillea flowers.

Italy is my favorite place
and there are so many great places to see but the Amalfi Coast is one of the most spectacular places I’ve ever seen. I’ve been to Italy before, for a short period of time during my art university years but only in Venice and Milan.

When we arrive, we enjoy
a fresh lunch of lobster and grilled fish at a fabulous restaurant overlooking the volcanic grey sands of the beach in Positano.

After lunch,
we board Julian’s forty meter yacht. I had no idea Julian also has a massive yacht in addition to everything else in his possession. I feel like a girl in a fairy tale as Julian continues to surprise and amaze me.

The
Italian chef and the captain on board the yacht greet Julian. Julian introduces me as his wife and the captain admires me longingly. Julian’s talks to the captain in Italian for a while.

“I didn’t know you knew Italian,” I say, wide-eyed.

“I had to learn as I’ve spent some time in Italy,” Julian explains.

“I’d love to learn Italian someday.”

“You can if you’d like or you can just use me to translate.” Julian smirks.

Julian gives me a quick tour of the entire boat. T
he expansive flybridge includes a Jacuzzi, a wet bar, a grill, and plush seating. The aft deck also offers a wet bar, a teak table and café seating.

The interi
or of the yacht is fresh and modern combining macassar ebony and zebrawood with white leathers and fabrics. The master bedroom and living room look so incredibly comfortable that I feel like I could live here without complaining. There is a modern macassar ebony kitchen with stainless steel appliances.

T
he captain sets off on the sea, while Julian and I change into our bathing suits and relax on the sun deck. We slowly sail along the Amalfi Coast and I admire the beautiful coastline. Throughout the entire day we pass by Praiano, Marina di Praia, Emerald Grott, and Capri.

On Julian’s command to the captain, t
he boat stops at a quiet area on the sea with nothing in sight but the deep blue water sparkling in the sunlight and the bright blue sky filled with puffy white clouds.

In the late afternoon, we sit on the couches on the expansive flybridge and
Julian opens a bottle of long-aging Italian red wine as the chef begins preparing our dinner. We click glasses and I take a sip. It has a deep, rich flavor with wild berry and spices. All the fresh sea air causes me to get quickly intoxicated.

We have dinner on the aft deck. The chef has prepared a
mouthwatering ravioli in white truffle cream sauce and for dessert we have tiramisu. I feel like I’ve gained weight over the past few weeks and the Italian food is probably making it worse.

The sun begins to set just as we fin
ish dinner and we go back to sitting on the plush couches of the flybridge with a glass of wine in hand. The boat rocks softly back and forth as we watch the setting sun streak the sky with pink, yellow, red, and orange.

It is so incredibly quiet. A
ll I hear is the water pattering against the yacht. Julian wraps his arms around me as we gaze out over the sea and watch it grow darker and darker as the sun vanishes.

I take a sip of wine and feel my buzz grow stronger. I feel a sudden light-headedness and my mind wipes clear of any worries. “I think now is a good time to take advantage of me,” I whisper into Julian’s ear and giggle. “I’m really feeling the wine.”

“With the captain and chef on boar
d, I’m sure they will hear you,” Julian cautions.

I giggle as I consider that, but the wine makes me feel more brave and adventurous than usual. “Then I guess they will,” I whisper.

Julian responds by kissing me savagely. The wine and his kiss, drive me to the tipping point.
I must have him now.

“Ravish me,” I whisper seductively into Julian’s ear.

Julian’s eyes blaze and he appears to be picturing what he’s going to do to me.

“
I’ll go tell the captain and chef that I’ll be making love to my wife and I’ll warn them not to be alarmed if they hear wild screams,” Julian says as his eyes flash mischievously.  

I blush as I briefly consider the consequences of that. They will probably be look
ing at us strangely the next day. The wine makes me not care much.
Let them hear
, I decide.

“You won’t be making love to me, you’ll be ravishing me.” I giggle.

“Damn right, I will,” Julian says confidently. “And since you asked for it, I’m going to make you scream louder than you’ve ever screamed before and make the captain and chef jealous of me. I’ll be back.” Julian leaves and doesn’t return for a while.

I continue to sip my wine, looking out at the dark
sea and the night sky filled with millions of bright shining stars. It has gotten a little windier at night on the water and I realize I feel cold and have developed goose bumps on my arms.

It’s
so peaceful floating on the sea at night with the moon and stars illuminating the black sky. I gaze up and wonder exactly how many stars there are in the sky. It looks like an unlimited expanse of little white specks dotting the cosmos.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps.
I look and see Julian before me wearing a black face mask, a simple black shirt, and black pants. He looks like a creepy criminal and I would be incredibly scared if I didn’t know it was Julian.

He lifts up his hand to point a gun at me as
he moves toward me. “Don’t move,” he commands gruffly.

He moves nearer. “Stand up,” he shouts
cold-bloodedly.

I put my glass of wine aside
and stand up slowly, feeling a little frightened as his voice is harsh, deep and dark, sounding very different from his normal, loving voice. I have to look into his eyes to make sure it’s him. His acting skills and voice are right on point.

I am standing helplessly
, waiting for what he will do to me. This time it is not hard to get into victim mindset because of the way Julian is dressed, and the way he talks and behaves. I can only see his piercing blue eye glaring at me through the eye holes of the black face mask.

“What do you want?” I ask
feebly.

“Shut up
,” Julian growls crudely. “No questions.” His blue eyes are fierce and penetrating.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I plead.

“I don’t intend to.” Julian moves right up to me, pointing the gun right in front of my face, just a few inches away. If I didn’t know it was Julian I would be extremely panicked and terrified with a gun in my face like this.

“You are now to call me
Master,” Julian commands. “I will have my way with you and once I’m done with you, I may let you go.” His eyes sparkly wickedly. My inside clenches tight and hard.
This is so fucking insane and I’m loving it.

“No!
I don’t want to go with you,” I cry out shrilly, trying to put on a face of fear.

“Shut up bitch,” Julian snarls brusquely as he waves the gun in my face. “Don’t make a fucking sound.” He aims the gun right at my forehead.

“Please,” I plead quietly. “Don’t do this.” My inside clenches hard.
Holy fuck, I’m so turned on.

He puts the muzzle of the gun right in the center of my forehead.
The feel of the cold steel pressed up against my skin makes my stomach pulse and my knees weaken in submission.

I feel safe
knowing that it’s Julian, the man I love and trust, but at the same time the power that the gun represents has me willing to submit and to do anything I can to please him. Julian looks me up and down as if he’s never fucked me before.

There is a w
hoosh of air and I squeal as Julian very swiftly and unexpectedly lifts me and slings me over his back. He quickly strides down into the interior quarters of the yacht. He covers my mouth with the palm of his hand to muffle my screams and protests.

When we reach the master bedroom,
he locks the door, and tosses me on the four poster bed. Julian proceeds to put the gun on the bed stand and I decide to really make an effort with the role play by making a run for the door.

Julian rushes to grab me and pull me away from the door just as I try to unlock it and escape. He appears even more turned on, his pupils dilute as he tosses me on the bed and throws himself on
top of me, putting most of his body weight on his arms.

He
has me pinned underneath him, his muscular arms beside my face as I try to push and shove him away. He is in such a rush now that he unzips his pants and rapidly pulls out his length. He pulls up my dress, roughly tears off my panties, and pries my legs apart.

He
forcefully inserts his entire ten inch length inside me, stabbing me, and I cry out in surprise. I am dripping wet from all the role play and his length easily slides in. I can only imagine how painful it would be if I really was a victim and wasn’t wet for him.

He
pins my flailing arms above my head. He begins ruthlessly thrusting inside me as if it was his first time fucking me. It’s fast and fervent and I’m loving every minute of it. My mind and my body are so turned on.
This is so fucking hot
. The pure aggression and passion, it’s primal and savage.

His length is perfectly rubbing
up against my two spots and I feel like Julian will give me another blended orgasm. I spread my legs wider as Julian pushes his length faster and harder into me, stretching me out and giving me the most extreme feeling of fullness.

I feel myself release more we
tness around Julian’s length. I let out a succession of nonstop screams and moans as I feel the piercing stabs of his length driving into me. Sex with Julian gets rougher and wilder each and every time.

Julian’s muscular, fight
er’s body moves on top of me. His hips are smacking loudly against mine each time his jams him length deep inside me. He grunts with pleasure and I scream at the stop of my lungs feeling his ten inch length piercing me as if it were a dagger while simultaneously rubbing so pleasurably against my two spots. I alternate between moaning loudly in great pleasure and screaming with pain each time Julian shoves his rock hard, throbbing length deep inside me.

His length
seems to be getting deeper and deeper inside me with each inward thrust, all the while continuing to stretch me out to the maximum. Each thrust produces excruciating and agonizing burning and stretching pain and I almost feel like telling Julian to stop but just as I feel I can’t take his size anymore, the intense and gratifying friction of his length rubbing against my two spots causes me to want more.

My inside is aching and getting sorer with each thrust. Julian fucks me with all his strength and my breasts and body are jostled with the movement of his hips. I try hard to keep myself from screaming too
loud to avoid the captain and chef from hearing me.

Julian suddenly raises both my legs up in the air, squ
eezes them both together, and lifts them up and over my head in piledriver position. I’m not that that flexible and it’s not the most comfortable position, but the penetration is deeper and more extreme. I feel his length briskly hitting and rubbing against my two spots as he plunges in and out of me. I let out even louder screams and moans.

“Mas
sage my balls, bitch,” Julian commands harshly, his voice bossy and egocentric. I release more wetness all around his entrenched length.

I reach around, grabbing his
sacks, and he slows the pace of his thrusting for a moment as I gently massage his sacks, while the rest of his length stays deeply imbedded inside me. He grunts in approval and I moan just as equally content by pleasing him.

Then he pushes my hand away
and begins to thrust brutally harder, deeper, and faster than ever before, while also pleasantly hitting and rubbing up against my two spots.

All of a sudden,
I loud out a series of shrill, wild screams as I reach my climax and I feel my body quivering and shuddering. My G-spot and C-spot orgasm are causing waves of pulsating pleasure to spread throughout my entire body.

Julian’s body
tensely stiffens up against mine and I feel his length harden unbearably and then an explosion of his hot liquid jets inside me, shooting upward and inward against my inner walls. I feel as if the massive amount of hot liquid fills up my entire stomach. My mind goes completely blank as I take everything Julian’s got for me. My inside clenches and pulses with pleasure around Julian’s length.