Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) (21 page)

I do as he says. The chapter is entitled,
Life Path Number 1
.

“I want to understand you inside and out
, Cheryl, but first I will share myself with you. Read the first page in the chapter.”

I begin reading
the first page in the chapter.

The life path number 1 person is masculine, aggressive, dominant, assertive, confident, ambitious, successful, independent, leader, unique, original, innovator, intuitive, courageous, strong, creative, perceptive, self-reliant, stubborn, forceful, authoritative, inspirational, self-sufficient, determined, unbending, focused, and rational.

The
life path number 1 person is fiercely ambitious, daring, and at times, a risk-taker. They have a desire for expansion that will motivate them to go forth with courage, originality, and decisiveness. They are very independent and will do things their own way. They don’t like a set routine or pattern.

People with the 1
life path make very strong and effective leaders. Number 1’s often reach the top because they are self-motivated and focused on success.  They are often of higher than average intelligence and use this to their advantage. They can very often succeed against all odds.

The
life path number 1 person has many talents and this is expressed in many ways. They are often respected and looked up to. They need to be in a position of leadership and dominance, otherwise they will lack self-confidence. They fear being over-looked and they have a strong desire to always be “Number 1.” They tend to be physically healthier and mentally stronger than most other people are.

When a
life path number 1 person has won a personal victory, their happiness is evident, as their face radiates with joy. They don’t ever accept defeat and they never stop trying.

They are
likely to be successful at anything they put their mind to. They are very good at multi-tasking and keeping busy is important to them.

Number 1’
s appreciate relationships in both marriage and business. Social contacts will help them to succeed. In relationships they are good companions. In marriage they are extremely loyal. They need the love, affection, and support of their partner.
They have a strong desire to take charge and be in control of the relationship.

Number 1’s will often find that they have many relation
ships before they settle down but once they are married they are extremely loyal. They have high expectations of their partner.

To maintain a happy and healthy relationship, Number 1’s will need to make a concerted effort to pri
oritize their relationships and make space in their busy lives to spend time with their partner.

At times, their
strong convictions can become a barrier in their relationships with others. Occasionally, they may act with aggressive self-will and egotism.

That really describes Julian. I love all his qualities and those qualities are why I fell in love with him and if it wasn’t for Julian’s persistence in getting me, he would never have me. It’s true that Julian had many sexual partners before settling down with me but he now appears to be loyal to me.

“I hope that explains why I am the way I am and helps you understand me better,” Julian murmurs.
“Turn to page thirty-two.”

I do as he says. The chapter is entitled,
Life Path Number 2
. I begin reading.

The life path number 2 person is feminine, diplomat, peacemaker, gentle, kind, charming, insightful, sensitive, spiritual, well-mannered, docile, unselfish, sociable, supportive, co-operative, decisive, intuitive, adaptable, agreeable, cautious, considerate, emotional, flexible, loving, understanding, and devoted.

Number 2s enjoy socializing and are generally well liked.
They like peace and any quarrelling is very upsetting for them. They like to make others happy, but must remember to look after themselves first. They may have trouble with their self-esteem.

Number 2 people have a strong sense of right and wrong.  They tend to be self-sacrificing as they are focused on the greater good of all.
They usually do not have any desire to take the lead or be in control and they would prefer to follow others.

Numbe
r 2’s need to beware of slavish devotion in a relationship that is so obsessive that they do not have time for much of anything else in their lives, including a career.

Number 2
’s are committed and faithful to their partner and will expect the same in return. They will make every effort to ensure that their relationship is successful and will not be likely to break up with someone even if the person is wrong for them. For this reason, Number 2’s should be wary of making a commitment to the wrong person and should consider a relationship seriously before settling down.

Number 2
’s will find that they have many admirers, but should check their compatibility with a potential partner before becoming involved. Number 2’s need security in their lives and should look for a partner who will provide this.

This essentially defines my entire personality. It’s remarkable how accurate numerology is in describing my personality. It also explains why I was so blindly loyal to Derek even though he wasn’t the right man for me. I really do enjoy making others happy and I have a strong need for security which Julian provides me with.

“Thank you for this,”
I tell Julian.

“I intend to spend the rest of my life getting to know you
, Cheryl. Julian lifts my hand up to his mouth and kisses the dorsal of my hand. “You’re mine forever.”

“
Yes. I’m yours forever,” I whisper, feeling my heart flutter with love.

“Would you like to go for a swim?” Julian asks unexpectedly.

“Now?”

“Yes
, now, Cheryl. Go upstairs to the master bedroom, you’ll find your bath suit in the walk-in closet, the maid has organized and unpacked our luggage. Get changed and come back to the living room.”

I go upstairs
and get dressed in my bathing suit. I come back down to see Julian in his black bathing suit shorts. Without a word, he takes my hand and leads me outside to the outdoor pool.

It’s
very dark and if it wasn’t for the illuminations coming from the yellow lights of our home and the bright white light from the moon it would be pitch dark and impossible to see anything. All I hear are the sounds of thousands of crickets. I breathe in the incredibly fragrant, fresh alpine air. I’ve never smelled air so sweet, it’s like the sweetest-smelling perfume.

Julian lets go of my hand and dives head first
into the Olympic-sized pool situated by the lake and the mountains. I stare for a while at the beauty of the moment. I watch as Julian goes underwater and comes back up to the surface.

I am still standing there, taking in the view, trying to create a last
ing picture in my memory of the moment. The moon is sending a beam of white light across the lake and onto the swimming pool. I would love to paint the picture that I see before me.

“Come in
, Cheryl,” Julian calls.

I c
reep up to the edge of the pool and slip into the water, which is pleasantly warm. I swim up to Julian and he takes me into his arms. We gaze at each other in the white light of the moon, surrounded by the majestic mountains.

My heart is pounding
hard as I kiss Julian. He fervently kisses me back, his lips covering mine. I close my eyes and savor his lips and tongue. I love kissing him. He is such an incredible kisser that I could kiss him all night long. His lips are plush and sweet-tasting, and his tongue and mouth are domineering and lustful.

We are both holding each other tight and kissing by the light of the moonlight.
It’s so magical and the type of romance that I adore. My heart is beating uncontrollably. I’m so head over heels in love and at this moment I feel so overwhelmed with emotions— it’s almost unbearable. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s the most unbelievable feeling I ever felt in my life.

I can’t help it anymore, and I let loose a few tears while kissing Julian. Julian stops kissing me and examines me.

“I love you so much,” I whisper. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Unexpectedly, Julian cradle lifts me out of the swimming
pool and takes me into our home. He kisses me passionately once more before setting me on my feet in the living room.

“Go upstairs, take a shower, dress up in lingerie, and come back down,” he instructs.

I go upstairs and do as instructed. I come back down into the living room and stand astonished. The entire living room is dimmed and filled with hundreds of lit candles emanating their yellow flame. The fireplace is blazing with yellow, orange, and red flames and making a crackling sound.

I slowly walk further into the living room and take a seat on the couch
beside Julian. My heart is hammering through my chest.
This is so romantic.

He is holding two glasses of champagne and hands me one of the glasses. We click glasses and take a sip while staring into each other’s eyes.

“I can either tell you I love you, or I can show it,” Julian explains. “I prefer to show it and I hope I already have.”

“You really have,” I say, breathlessly.

“And I will continue to do so for as long as you are my wife.”

I can’t resist him any longer. As much as I love this
romantic scenery, my inner core is screaming for Julian’s length. I’m sure we could sit and talk all evening surrounded by candles and the fireplace but I desperately want him inside me now.

I look into his eyes, lean
forward. He reads my body language and pounces. He takes the glass of champagne from my hand, puts it aside on the coffee table and puts aside his glass.

He
kisses me fervently. I moan into his mouth. He reacts by placing both his hands at the side of head, raping my mouth with his tongue. He knows he has me clinging to the pinkie of his finger and I’m his to do with as he pleases and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He positions me down on the couch, gets on top of me, and kisses me aggressively, while slowly undressing me. I am already trembling with desire and need. The romance of the night has turned me on so much that
I want to be his sex slave all night, but Julian who is always surprising me and being unpredictable in bed, makes love to me instead.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I blink my eyes open to the bright morning sunlight. Julian is not in bed with me. I am naked and I feel the pleasant ache of last night’s love-making session. For the second time, Julian has made love to me, something he told me he has never done before. As much as I enjoy the ravishment role play, I enjoy that at times he can simply make love to me. This tells me he really cares about me and I’m not just another woman to fuck, use, and dispose of.
Julian really wants me forever.

I recall how intent he was on pleasing me
last night while he was making love to me. It was mainly all about my pleasure and my climaxes. He made me climax four times, all of them blended orgasms.
He’s a master of sex.
I’m sure that with his unpredictable and spontaneous sexual nature, for as long as we are married, sex will never get boring or stale. 

A
s I lay in bed, I feel my belly clench with desire for Julian’s length. As much as he satisfied me last night, I want more. I decide to go find Julian and get more.

I get dressed in
the sexiest lingerie set that I own, my red lacy La Perla bra and panty. I go searching for Julian throughout our home. I find him in the office, tapping away on his laptop. He notices me and looks up from his screen.

I pose in a sexy position in the ent
rance of the door, hoping he takes the cue.

“
Cheryl, why don’t you get dressed and we can have breakfast together,” Julian commands and puts his attention back on the screen.

I stand there baffled
and frustrated that he didn’t take the bait.

“
As much as I appreciate when you offer yourself to me, I like resistance and I prefer to initiate sex, to take what I want, when I want it,” Julian says, without taking his eyes off the screen.

I sulk, turn around, and walk away.
The message I get is that he wants to be the one who initiates sex and decide when he wants to ravish me or make love to me.

I
quickly recall that Julian is used to women throwing themselves at him and I can understand why he likes the game of hard to get. For this very reason, I can comprehend why Julian has ravishment fantasies. The courtesans and prostitutes he hired were most likely the only ones willing to properly play out his ravishment fantasies with him. I’m assuming the girlfriends he previously had may have played along, but not as well as Julian would have liked.

I was the only woman who didn’t thro
w myself at Julian when I first saw him, resisting his advances because I was engaged and that is precisely what turned him on about me in the beginning. Now that he has me wrapped tightly around his pinkie finger, the only resistance I can offer him is during sex.

I wal
k into the master bedroom and get dressed. I wear a knee-length white dress. I go downstairs past the living room and the dining room, and into the kitchen. I see the maid preparing breakfast.

“
Hello Mrs. Stone. Please sit down, breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes,” she says kindly. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”

“Yes. I’d like some white tea.”

I go back into the dining room and sit at the table. The maid comes in, hands me a cup of white tea, and goes back to preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

As I sip on my tea, I have time to
contemplate and think about Julian. Men of his stature are a totally different species than the average male. They need to be handled differently. I believe they need to be resisted and maybe even sometimes ignored. They don’t want to be handed things on a silver platter, they want to fight, take, and conquer. Julian fought and conquered Derek for me and that is why I am his trophy wife.

Fifteen minutes later, the maid places a plate
of breakfast in front of me and a plate for Julian in his place, across the table from me. It’s a traditional Austrian breakfast consisting of Semmel and eggs.

I begin eating
just as Julian comes into the dining room. He walks up to me. “Hello, Cheryl.” Julian leans in to kiss me and I quickly turn my head away to avoid his kiss.
He wants resistance, then I’ll give him some resistance,
I firmly declare in my head. I look down at my plate and continue eating. He is silent and I don’t look up to see his reaction.

He sits down
in his place across from me and begins eating.

“So
, Cheryl, today we are leaving to go to Germany.”

I don’
t respond and I don’t look up from my plate.

“We’ll be leaving in the
afternoon,” Julian says, raising his voice an octane higher.

I don’
t look at him and I continue eating.

“Anything in particular you’
d like to do today?” Julian sounds irritated.

I ignore him.
I’m still looking down at my breakfast as I eat.

“Thank you that will be all for today Jennie. You are dismissed and can go to your quarters,” Julian commands.

I look up at the maid who is pouring Julian a cup of coffee. She looks surprised and she quickly scurries away.

I look back down
at my plate and continue to eat.

“You’re ignoring me,” Julian growls.

I finally glance up from my plate but I don’t say a word. Julian pierces me with a fiery stare and his jaw clenches tight.

I look
down and go back to eating.

“Cheryl, I k
now what you’re doing and I don’t like it. Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he growls.

I continue to eat as if
I never heard him.

Julian rises up so fast that
the table trembles and the plates rattle loudly as he rushes to me.

I shriek as he pick
s me up, throws me over his shoulder and stalks away. I’m positioned so high up over his shoulder that I only see the floor as Julian walks, his arm is tightly clamped over my rear end.

“
Let me go,” I shout, smashing my fists against his back.

“
You’re not going anywhere,” Julian growls.

My belly clenches hard. He’
s taking me now and I have a feeling he’s going to give it to me really hard.

“
Let me go,” I slam my fists as hard as I can against his back but secretly I don’t want to go anywhere.

Julian goes into the elevator which shoots us up to the next floor. I am
repetitively pounding my fists against Julian’s back. His back is so firmly built, that my fists begin to ache. The position so high up his shoulder has become uncomfortable and I’m stuck staring at the ground the entire time.

Julian strides out of the elevator and into the master bedroom. He tosses me on the bed an
d throws himself on top of me. I offer some resistance, pretending that I don’t want him, but my belly clenches hard and tight, preparing to be penetrated by his ten inch shaft. “Stop, get off me,” I shout as I push at his chest.

“
Nobody ignores me,” he growls as he unzips his pants. “And for that, I will fuck you so hard, you won’t walk properly all day.”

My belly clenches even tighter. I grin but quickly clench my jaw and get back into the role play. “Stop, get off me,” I cry out.

I shriek as Julian pulls up my dress to my waist and violently rips my panties off. He pulls out his throbbing length from the space between his pant zipper.

I push Julian
away with all my strength as if I don’t want him. “No, stop,” I scream at the top of my lungs as he forcefully pries my legs open and places himself right between them, his throbbing length positioned right by my entrance.

He is fully erect, his eyes staring at my opening as if it were the first time he was
going to fuck me. He scoots forward and slams his length inside me so hard that I scream out in surprise.

He begins hammering his ten inch shaft inside me, watching my breasts bounce with each ruthless, sharp thrust.
I feel stabs of pain shoot through me. I close my eyes and give in to the fast and harsh rhythm he has set. My inside begins to ache, stretch, and burn so intolerably.

I let out non
stop screams and moans as his shaft briskly rubs and hits against my G-spot. A wave of pleasure takes over me and just then he leans forward, his shaft now begins rubbing against my C-spot as well. He fucks me at just the right angle to stimulate my two spots at the same time and I feel a blended orgasm coming on.

I savor his iron
solid body moving on top of me, between my legs, ravishing me. His pure masculinity and aggressive nature when he fucks me has me trembling and unfurling.

I am tensed up
so tightly now and I scream piercingly loud as my body unwinds. I feel my blended orgasm take over my body, releasing the built up tension. A feeling of euphoria spreads throughout my entire body. My mind goes blank as all thoughts completely clear from my head. My inside repeatedly pulsates, tightens and releases around Julian’s length.

Julian is thrusting viciously now, his body stiffening, preparing to
pump me full with his semen. Pulses and waves of pleasure move through me and at that moment, I feel Julian unleash a deluge of hot liquid inside me.

He groans
loudly as he thrusts fast and hard, empting out his entire load inside me. I feel the hot liquid spread up inside me and I slowly come down from my peak of pleasure. I feel Julian jerking on top of me, making sure to milk out the last of his load.

He stops moving
and rolls off me. We lay there, side-by-side for a while, not wanting to move so we can fully savor our orgasms.

As I come down from my high, thoughts begin to fill my head again. I lay there for a while contemplating Julian’s behavior and how lustfully he took me when I ignored him at breakfast.

I snicker to myself.
I think I’ve figured Julian out.
All I have to do is ignore and resist him if I really want him to ravish me.

Julian pulls me into his arms. I turn to my side, lay my head on his chest, ear to his heart. I
close my eyes and listen to his erratically pounding heart as it slowly calms and resumes to a steady beat.

He cradles my head, gently running his hands through my hair and along my neck. His feather light touch feels so blissful that it’s almost as good as the blended orgasms he gives me, almost, but not quite.

I begin to run my fingers along Julian’s broad chest and his bulging abdominal muscles. My mind begins to wander and takes me back to when Julian first saw me and decided he had to have me in New York.

“What were you thinking the first time you saw me and I resisted you?” I murmur, while Julian continually runs his hands along my hair and neck.

“The first thing that popped into my head?”

“Yes,” I respond
.

“Well, the first thing was
, I can’t wait to get that woman underneath me and have my way with her,” Julian says, sounding as if he is trying to censor himself.

“But really
, what were you thinking?” I question further.

“Cheryl, I was thinking
like any primal man thinks when he wants a woman,” Julian mutters. “I wanted to fuck you raw and blow as much of my load as I can get inside you.”

My eyes widen
and then I smirk. “Very dirty thoughts,” I murmur.

Julian l
ays me aside and gets up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” I whine, s
till wanting to cuddle with him some more.

He leaves and doesn’t come back for a while.
I close my eyes and rest until he comes backs.

I awaken after some time
and see Julian still hasn’t returned. I turn my head and notice a bottle of Advil and some water on the bed stand.

As I sit up I feel a burning ache in my core. I
down an Advil with some sips of water. I notice a small note on the bed stand. I pick it up and read it.

The Sun and the Moon

I will be your sun,

G
iving you light with all my power,

B
urning with the fires of strength,

M
y warm rays caressing you each day.

You are my moon,

S
hining brighter than any of the stars,

Silently
powerful,

C
ontrolling the tides,

T
ransforming the darkness into light.

Together the sun and the moon shine bright and sustain life,

W
e illuminate in different ways and at different times,

Forever
lighting up the universe,

The
heavens and the earth.