The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) (11 page)

Samira was excited but nervous about meeting Ivan’s family. In some ways she felt it
was
better to keep their marriage a secret for now, because it meant she could meet everyone without too much pressure.

The Quinlan house was stunning – a three-story mansion set in its own sprawling grounds. From the outside, it was well-lit and seemed warm and welcoming, despite the vast extravagance. Samira had become accustomed to the luxury of the ranch-house, but this place was even bigger and more impressive. Ivan parked the car they’d hired at the airport next to a flashy Ferrari, making a comment that Adam must’ve already arrived.

Samira was amazed when he let himself into his parents’ house with a front door key – even though he’d moved out years ago. But she knew they were a tightknit family, so it made sense that they would come and go as they pleased. Ivan closed the door and draped his arm around her shoulders to lead her and Quin down the lavish hallway – carrying her suitcase in his other hand. The house was airy and modern inside, and the hallway gleamed. Samira forced herself to relax. This was her new family…

Ivan led them past a door where a large group of people sounded as if they were enjoying themselves – excited chatter and party music spilled out into the hallway.

“Let’s dump our stuff in the kitchen,” Ivan said. “Then we can freshen up, and go say hi. Alright?”

She nodded. “Sounds good.”

The kitchen was as luxurious as the rest of the house, but retained a rustic and homey feel, with its flagstone floor, huge distressed-wood table, and oak beams on the high ceiling. 

Two of Ivan’s brothers were in there, making coffee.

“Hey, you guys!” Ivan said, as he dumped the suitcase on the table.

They both turned and smiled as they realized it was their eldest brother. The younger one – who Samira recognized to be rock-god Joseph Quinlan – hugged him boisterously. “Ivan – great to see you!”

Both brothers were gorgeous – Adam was dressed in a designer suit and he was handsome and suave. But it was Joseph – in his trademark leathers – who really grabbed Samira’s attention. He oozed raw sensuality. She’d seen him on TV several times in the last year, and his performances were wild and sexually untamed. Millions of women adored him, yet he seemed humble and modest. He’d often appear on TV charity events, offering to dance with whichever woman bidded the most. And the donations were always in the millions of dollars for the privilege. Samira loved how he was using his natural charms and gorgeous physique for the benefit of others, and she couldn’t wait to have a chat with her new youngest brother-in-law – and perhaps a dance too if she was lucky.

But right now Joseph was gazing at his eldest brother severely. “We were beginning to wonder whether you’d forgotten us. Adam was starting to worry, right Adam?”

Adam leaned coolly against the granite countertop. “I knew Ivan wouldn’t let me and Amy down.”

Quin shrieked playfully in Samira’s arms, making the three men look over.

“Joseph, Adam,” Ivan said. “This is Samira.”

Joseph gasped. “Oh my god – you found her! It’s so great to meet you, Samira.”

He strode over and hugged her, being careful not to squash Quin. It was strange being hugged so affectionately by a rockstar. She smiled, unresisting.

Adam stepped over and shook her hand – no hugs from this high-powered businessman. Samira guessed he was probably nervous about his wedding tomorrow – she was certain he wouldn’t be unfriendly on purpose.

“Who’s the kid?” Adam asked, gesturing to Quin.

“This is my son,” Samira said, trying to be vague.

Adam glanced at Ivan. “Very noble of you, Ivan.”

Ivan shrugged. “I love her.”

Samira pulled Quin against her and shivered with the chill of the air-conditioning. Or perhaps it was Adam’s chilly vibes making her feel cold. She glanced at the suitcase on the table. “I might just get my wrap.”

Ivan reached out and took Quin from her, holding him close as he started to whine. His stare was fixated on Joseph and he was wriggling in Ivan’s arms – probably feeling overwhelmed by all these new people. Samira knew how he felt. 

“So how you been, Joe?” Ivan asked, trying to soothe Quin. “I was sorry to hear about your bandmate. Such a waste of a young life.”

Joseph shook his head. “The tabloids are loving it. Me and Ellie are trying to contain it, but you know what the papers are like.”

Adam gave Joseph a brotherly thump on the arm. “Joseph’s gone into anti-drugs overdrive, which is commendable. If Billy’s death can prevent any other young people from trying drugs, then maybe – just maybe – there’s something positive that’ll come out of it.”

“I hope so,” Joseph said, half-watching Samira open the suitcase. “I just feel so –”

The world screeched to a halt like a derailed subway train as Samira’s gaze fell on the contents of the case. Where the hell were her clothes? And – more importantly – what the hell was
this
doing in here? Out of the corner of her eye she saw Joseph staring in shock – mouth open, eyes wide. Samira stared too, feeling the energy seep into her knees – unable to believe what she was seeing.

Adam spoke first. “Ivan, what the fuck…?”

But Ivan’s gaze was glued to the suitcase too, as it sat so casually on the Quinlan kitchen table... Full to the brim with bags of cocaine.

A chilly silence squeezed Samira’s soul. She looked up to meet Joseph’s gaze – he was glaring right at her. “Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?”

“No,” she stuttered. “Of course not. I don’t know how this got in here…”

Adam scoffed. “You don’t
know
how a hundred grand’s worth of cocaine ended up in your bag? Ivan, you wanna explain what the fuck’s going on? I’m getting married tomorrow – I do
not
want the fucking vice squad showing up at the church!”

Ivan held up his hands. “I must’ve picked up the wrong bag.”

“No
shit
,” Adam said. “But that doesn’t explain what it was doing in your vicinity in the first place.” He glanced at Samira. “Is
this
how she’s been keeping herself alive? By dealing in ‘schedule one’ narcotics?”

Ivan hugged Quin close – he was crying loudly now and getting agitated from the tension. “Adam, this
isn’t
Samira’s.”

Samira stepped over and drew Quin into her arms, trying to comfort him as the men started to argue.

But they stopped abruptly as a blonde woman strode into the kitchen, bursting the bubble of bad vibes. “Joseph, your mom wants you to come play the piano, and – oh…” She noticed Samira and stuck out her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Ellie.”

“Samira,” she said, shaking her hand.

“Oh, Ivan – you found her! Great to meet you, Samira, seriously.” Ellie turned back to the stunned Joseph. “Is that coffee coming, baby? We’re gasping in there.”

Joseph turned and picked up the tray of coffee things. “Coming right now.”

Ellie swept off with Joseph, back to where the sound of people having fun was emanating. Adam was glaring at Ivan with daggers.

“Ivan, what the hell has gotten into you? You’re supposed to be our sensible older brother, but this last eighteen months you’ve been totally out of control. First you fake your death, then you run off to find some woman who you screwed months ago, who’s now got a kid in tow – meaning she clearly hasn’t been faithful to you, then–”

“She thought I was
dead
.”

“Then you come back here with ten ton of cocaine when Joseph’s best friend just died in the most horrible circumstances.” He gestured to Samira. “I mean, seriously, Ivan, I know she’s pretty, but she’s clearly not good enough for you – or this family!”

Ivan lunged at Adam, grabbing the front of his shirt and shoving him against the countertop. “You need to apologize to her right
now
.”

Adam pushed back against his brother. “Fuck you, Ivan – you’re the one who left us. And now I’m wondering if she was really worth all that pain you put us through.”

“You asshole!” Ivan pulled back his fist.

Samira opened her mouth to tell him not to hit Adam, but then she saw another Quinlan brother approaching the kitchen from the hallway. She’d met this one too – Dylan.

He looked confused as he walked in. “Adam, what’s wrong with Joseph… Jesus, Ivan!” He ran over to intervene. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

Dylan slid himself between his two brothers and pushed Ivan away. “What the hell is going on?”

Adam stepped forward into Ivan’s personal space. “You’ve upset Joseph – you’ve upset everyone. This is
my
wedding weekend. What the hell do you think mom and dad are going to say when they meet
her
, huh? Your family’s always been the most important thing – what the fuck happened to you?”

Ivan glowered. “You know something, Adam, you’re–”

“Is
this
Samira?” Dylan asked.

“You’re really letting yourself down by –”

“I can’t believe you found her, Ivan!”

“Where do
you
get off saying –”

“It’s
my
wedding day tomorr –”

Quin cried loudly in Samira’s arms.

“Stop it, all of you!” she shouted. “You’re upsetting my baby.”

The three men turned to face her. Ivan pushed both his brothers away and stepped over to wrap his arms around Samira and Quin. “We didn’t want to say anything until after tomorrow, Adam, so as not to steal your thunder, but as you’re being an asshole, I’ll tell you. Samira is my wife. And Quin is
my
son. So you’d better start showing them both the respect they deserve. My family
is
more important than anything. And
this
is my family now. Do you understand me?”

Ivan zipped up the suitcase on the kitchen table, and told Adam and Dylan he’d see them later, then he led Samira and Quin upstairs. They laid Quin down in the crib in a spare room, which was set up for when Ivan’s cousins with kids came to stay, then they made their way to his old bedroom – which was exactly the way he’d left it when he’d gone off to college. There were posters on the walls of Ferraris and attractive female stars from fifteen years ago, and the shelves were crammed with paperback books and college folders. There was a tatty couch pushed up against the far wall, and a pine-framed double bed in the center, making it feel like a student dorm. But the window seat and the carved trimming around the top of the walls was a reminder of the mansion that they were actually in
.

They lay on the bed and Samira snuggled into Ivan’s arms, breathing in his warm masculine smell. A flood of contentment washed over her as she relished his strong embrace all around her. But as she lay there listening to his heart beating, feeling his strong fingers running through her hair, her contented mood darkened and the emotion from the last year surged through her without warning, overwhelming her and bursting into the world in the form of tears. 

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

“They hate me,” she whimpered. “They all hate me.”

“No. They don’t know you. And you haven’t met my parents yet. They’ll love you. And they’ll love Quin, I promise.”

She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to control her shuddering voice. “I’m so different to your family, Ivan. They must think I’m totally wild. A really bad influence on you.”

He reached up wiped away her tears. “You’re my wife and I’m my own person – no one can make me do anything I don’t want to, and they know that. I love you. Alright.”

She nodded and forced a smile, pulling herself together and feeling purged after the tears. “What are we going to do to make this all better?”

“Well, firstly, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget all your problems – a shot of Ivan Quinlan’ll make you grin again, huh?”

She laughed. “Okay, sounds good. Then what?”

“Then we’ll go downstairs and I’ll introduce you to everyone properly. We’ll tell them the truth about our marriage and about Quin – now that Adam’s forced it out of us.”

“But will they… like me?”

“They’ll love you, Samira. Clara should be around here somewhere – and you’ve just met Ellie. They’re both nice, right?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

“And the others are all great. Amy and Sarah are British, so I guess they know how it feels to be living in a foreign country like you. Everyone will like you, I promise.”

“But what about Joseph? What about the cocaine?”

“He’ll understand it was a just mistake. I’m sure he already knows it had nothing to do with you. I’ve spent the last year telling him how great you are – I mean, you saw the welcome he gave you.  He was upset about his bandmate – not with you. Okay.”

She sniffled and nodded. “It’s been an emotional few months. I’m sorry for breaking down like that.”

“It’s okay – you’re beautiful when you cry. It makes your lips plump up and your eyes look huge. God, you’re gorgeous!” He leaned forward and kissed her hard.

She pulled away. “Ivan, what are we going to do with all that cocaine on the kitchen table?”

“I’m not sure, babe. Let’s grab it and stash it under the bed after I’ve fucked you senseless, and then we can think about what to do with it later.”

Samira relaxed and allowed the lust to spiral up inside her. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous her man was – even though he was only dressed in a causal shirt and jeans, rather than his suit. She crawled up to kiss him, and he reached out to caress her breasts, reclining against the pillows and ready to have some fun.

She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down over his shoulders, gazing at how fantastic his toned pecs and strong shoulders were. His skin was taut and soft, but his muscles were hard and masculine. She ran her hands over his gorgeous torso, relishing the feel of him.

“I owe you one,” she said, shuffling back down toward his pelvis.

She knelt up and undid her dress, throwing her bra to the floor and fondling her breasts for his viewing pleasure, making them plump and sexy for him. Then, maintaining smoldering eye contact, she lowered herself down and nuzzled her face into his crotch, enjoying the feel of his rock-hard erection under the fabric of his jeans.

He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. “Yes, babe…”

She undid his zipper, tugging out his hard cock, which was straining with desire. Then, pretending to be a porn star for him, she raised a seductive eyebrow and moved her lips forward, sucking the end of his cock and licking up the pre-cum. His fingers gripped her hair, gently tugging it. She hummed and groaned, knowing the vibrations would enhance his pleasure. Then she gripped the shaft of his cock and plunged it into her mouth, taking him deep. She threw him a smutty look as she got into a steady rhythm. She was proud to see how much he was enjoying it.

“Wait,” he whispered. “I need to play with your pussy while you suck me off.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said.

Feeling sexy, she stood up and peeled off her panties, then she mounted him again – this time with her back to his face, so she was facing his glorious cock – which she grabbed and started to fondle. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, and lifted her ass so that it swayed in his face, then she bent to give him a tit-wank.

He craned around to watch. “Ah, yes… You’re so fucking hot.”

He reached down and rubbed the soles of her feet as she slid his cock between her breasts. It was a strange combination of trashy and tender – she felt like a minx doing this for him, but he was lovingly massaging her feet, which was soothing and intimate.

But then he stopped massaging and laid down completely on the pillow. “I need to taste your tight little pussy.”

His hands gripped her hips and eased her ass down so she was sitting over his face, then his tongue delved between her thighs, licking her throbbing clit – followed by his strong fingers which slid in and out of her wet pussy.

She grinned with pleasure, relishing the warm thrill that was swirling between her legs. “Feels so good, Ivan...”

“I love sixty-nining with you, sweetheart,” he said.

Trying to focus on the blowjob, she lowered her upper body and sucked hard on his cock, using one hand to cup his balls and the other to grip his erection, sliding her hand up and down the shaft as her lips led the way.

It was incredibly erotic to give and receive pleasure in this way – feeling him attending to her, while she did the same to him. And he was so skilled with his mouth and fingers, flicking his tongue against her clit and rubbing her G-spot hard and fast. Her pussy contracted and she realized she was going to climax as the wave of euphoria washed over her, dragging her to a joyful plane of reality. She tried to stop herself – because this was supposed to be for
him
– but she let herself go as she felt his legs tense and his own orgasm strike – ratcheting up Samira’s lust and throwing her over the edge.

She knew he’d be happy for her to move as he came, but there was something intimate about letting him come in her mouth, so she kept sucking as he emptied his sticky load. Ivan moaned throatily as he came, vibrating over her pussy, and enhancing her own orgasm – causing her to groan loudly. Samira vaguely realized that Ivan had inserted the tip of his finger between her ass cheeks, increasing the blissful delight even further. Samira melted into her surroundings, and the only thing in her universe now was the wonderful jubilation that she shared with her perfect man. Nothing else mattered in this moment but them and their love.

As the magnificent lust faded and was replaced with a stable and warm contentment, she panted deeply and drifted back to the room. She glanced over her shoulder and Ivan grinned at her.

“Feeling better?

Samira chuckled and nodded. “Much better.”

“Every problem is always solvable – I told you.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Come here, babe.”

She crawled over to join him, enjoying the warm sticky taste of his semen in her mouth. It was thick and comforting somehow. She flopped down onto his warm chest and his strong arms fell around her. She was still worried that she’d upset and offended the Quinlans, and she was keen to make things better. And she had no idea what the hell they were going to do with all that cocaine… What if Langdon came after them…?

She pushed her worries aside and focused on enjoying this perfect moment of escape with her husband – in their own private universe of love and happiness.