The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) (9 page)

He gripped her hips and peeled off her wet panties. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mrs. Quinlan.”

“As are
you
, my husband.”

He reached down and fondled her thigh, then he crept his fingers up to her straining pussy, which was desperate for him to take her hard.

“Like it?” he whispered.

“Oh…
yes
.”

He wrapped his arm around her ass and pulled her forward while circling the fingers of his other hand around the opening of her pussy. She ground her hips against him. He kissed his way down her body and flicked her clit with his tongue, then plunged his fingers deep inside her, stimulating her G-spot.

Samira’s breathing became heavy and her head started to swirl. She felt herself almost start to come, but Ivan pulled away.

“Not yet, babe. I’ve got plans for you in the bedroom. It involves my cock thrusting into your tight little body hard and fast.” He held out his hand to help her out the bath. “Coming?”

“Definitely!”

Ivan wrapped Samira up in a toweling bathrobe – then he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where they kissed.

“God I love you,” she gasped. She pulled away and gazed into his eyes. His hair was ruffled and his eyes were full of desire. “I wish we were both virgins,” she said. “We could give each other our virginity.”

He gazed at her pensively. “It would be romantic. But not much chance… unless…”

“What?”

“You ever done anal?”

She laughed, feeling lust rush over her at the thought. “No. Have you?”

“No. How about it?”

“I’d like that.”

“We’ll need some lube.”

Samira thought about this for a moment. “I’ve got some Vaseline. I’ll go grab it.”

She padded back with the lubricant, and clambered onto the bed.

“On your hands and knees, sweetheart,” Ivan said, gently pushing her down.

Samira did as she was instructed. She glanced back and saw him positioning himself on the bed behind her in all his masterful masculine glory. He knelt close behind her, then he grabbed her hips and rubbed his cock between her thighs.

“You’re such a bad girl, Samira,” he growled.

Samira tilted her hips up and giggled. She felt like a naughty girl deserving some delicious punishment. She knew she there was nothing inherently bad about this, but
pretending
there was made it much more arousing.

Ivan ran a lube-covered finger between Samira’s butt cheeks and rubbed the gel into her rim. It was cold, but erotic to be touched in such a sensitive place. She gasped as pleasure whooshed through her, pulling her out of reality. She tried to stay in control – because she didn’t want to miss one fantastic second – but her urgent lust was overwhelming.

“You’re so hot, sweetheart,” Ivan said. “My naughty wife.”

Ivan spanked her a couple of times on the ass, making her groan as he continued to thrust his cock between her thighs. Samira reached up and fondled her clit, unable to keep her hands off herself. She groaned like an animal as he eased one finger into her rim, sliding it in and out slowly, treating her to an incredible anal finger-fuck and loosening her for the main event. Samira pushed back against his finger, taking him deeper. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned – feeling herself already getting lost in pleasure. This was delicious, but it was nothing compared to where it was headed.

Ivan grinned mischievously into her eyes. She saw him slowly rubbing the lubricant into his powerful erection with his other hand. “I can’t wait to be fucking your tight warm wonderful ass. Ready for me?”

“Ready.”

He grabbed his cock and guided it toward her butt, then he gently thrust his hips forward and eased the head into her rim, slowly pushing it inside. Even with the lube, this was much tighter than vaginal sex, but it felt glorious – despite the slight discomfort and unusual sensation. The tip of Ivan’s cock penetrated her further and the ecstasy tingled up her spine, pushing her forward so that her upper-body sunk to the bed. She rested her face on one cheek, feeling incredible, strewn with her ass in the air, waiting to be fucked hard by her husband. She breathed heavily, trying to relax as Ivan gently penetrated her further.

“Feels so good.” he grunted, gently easing her ass cheeks apart.

“It’s amazing…”

Being gentle and considerate, Ivan rocked his hips and pushed himself deeper inside. Being connected in this way was tender – even though it was the most arousing thing Samira had ever experienced. She flinched slightly as his huge cock stretched her ass.

“Ow – ahh!”

“Okay, babe?” Ivan asked.

“Okay,” Samira whispered with a grin. “It’s definitely okay.”

“You’re so tight around me,” Ivan said. “I love it. Okay for me to carry on, huh?”

“
Please
carry on…”

“I love to hear you beg,” he said with a chuckle.

Samira laughed too, biting her lip as he leaned his weight into her and entered her body deeply. She yelped again, but she could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure – the sensation was raw lust.

Ivan slapped her on the ass again, then he wrapped his forearms around her hips and pulled himself even deeper so that they moved as one. He rocked his pelvis and ground himself against her, using his knees against the bed as leverage. Samira could feel his balls banging against her butt as he fell into a steady rhythm, which made her feel dominated – as if they were wild animals fucking. She scrunched the comforter in her fingers as Ivan thrust into her, grunting with animalistic joy, speeding them both toward supreme euphoria. Ivan reached around and rubbed Samira’s clit with his lube covered fingers, shooting even more delight into her brain. She tensed, realizing she was going to climax. It was as if the pleasure was coming from everywhere – there were a thousand hands touching her, pulling her toward climactic glee. Her sense of self began to fade and there was only this spectacular sensation of joy.

Ivan grunted as he thrust. “Who do you belong to, Samira Quinlan, huh? Tell me.”

“You… Ivan!”

An overwhelming sense that she was a part of the universe engulfed Samira, as a glorious rush of ecstasy welled up from her hips and swept through her body – filling every cell with delight. She heard herself groaning as Ivan thrust extra deep, letting out a loud moan as he came. The orgasm swirled around them, binding them together, and possessing them both.

Samira’s mind washed with contentment as she slowly glided back to reality. She bent her arms at the elbows, allowing her head to hang – recovering from the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had, out of breath, but grinning like crazy.

“Oh my
god
,” she said, gasping.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Ivan’s eyes were full of love. “It was awesome, sweetheart. You’re awesome.”

“I love you, Ivan Quinlan.”

“I love you so much, Samira. So much.”

He respectfully withdrew and they kissed. They started to get comfy on the pillows, but Samira heard Quin cry out, so she went to get him – bringing him back to snuggle in Ivan’s arms.

“He’s perfect,” Ivan said. “Just like his mommy.”

“And his daddy.”

“I can’t wait to see him grow up. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You and him. My beautiful wife and son.”

She kissed him. “I was so scared and alone without you.”

He squeezed her tight, and they stayed like that together as a family, with Samira more determined than ever to go back to the ranch tomorrow and inform Mr. Langdon she was leaving. All she needed now was her passport.

Still swimming in the glorious feelings of last night’s amazing orgasm – as well as the beautiful wedding ceremony – Samira enjoyed the flight back to Texas, looking forward to keeping their lunch appointment with Clara at the little diner. She was dying to know whether Clara’s friend had discovered anything about her visa application – or her passport. But as Ivan parked the truck outside the diner, Samira saw Jake sitting in his BMW, waiting to meet them too.

They all climbed out and stood in the Texas sunshine. Samira pulled Quin close, adjusting his sunhat to protect him from the heat. She kissed him on the cheek and blew a raspberry on his neck, making him laugh. He was such a lovely boy and Samira wanted to give him everything.

Jake looked nervous today – humble somehow. “Hey, how was the wedding?”

Ivan smiled. “Great. You got anything for us?”

“Yeah, here.”

Samira was hoping this would be her passport, but Jake actually passed a letter to Ivan, which he unfolded and read.

Samira read it too. It was Jake’s official birth records – there was no doubt about it – his birth parents were Mr. and Mrs. Quinlan. A shiver flashed down Samira’s spine. So this really was her long-lost brother-in-law.

Ivan slung his hand to his hip. “Well Jake, you’re either telling the truth or you’ve got a damn good forger.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

The silence crushed down on them as the two men sized each other up. Samira feared they might stand here all day trying to think of something to say to break the awkwardness, so she spoke instead. “Jake, did you get my passport?”

He pulled himself back to reality. “No, sorry, Samira – I couldn’t see it in Langdon’s office. He was in there most the day yesterday, but I
did
look when I got the chance to sneak in.” Jake threw her a sincere smile. “Sorry.”

She hoisted Quin up on her hip – he was getting heavy. “So maybe he
has
sent it to immigration.”

“Who knows,” Ivan said. “But we need to get it back. Come on, let’s get out of this heat.” He turned to Jake and gestured to the diner. “Is Clara in there?”

“I didn’t go in. You told me not to approach the family or you’d rip my nuts off – remember?”

Ivan chuckled. “Oh I see… you’re scared about meeting your twin after all this time?”

Jake smirked. “Shut up.”

“Come on, I’ll introduce you. But not as her twin or long-lost brother, right. I don’t want to freak her out. We’ll just say you’re a private detective for now – which is true.”

“Sure, okay.”

Samira smiled at Jake. He seemed different today. As if he wanted to get along with his family. She knew Ivan didn’t trust him. But Ivan didn’t trust anyone.

They all strolled into the diner, and the Country and Western music hit them as hard as the cool air-conditioning. Clara was at her usual table, typing at her laptop and drinking coffee.

Clara glanced up as she noticed them walking over. She looked stressed from whatever she’d been working on, but as she noticed Quin, her expression morphed to loving and maternal. She stood up and grinned at her little nephew. “Hello, young man – it’s so great to meet you. How adorable are you?”

Jake flashed her a smile. “You’re not the first woman to greet me like that – and you probably won’t be the last.”

Clara glared at Jake. “
You
? Aren’t you the enemy spy?”

“We’ve persuaded him to come to the dark side,” Ivan said, as they all sat down. “He’s going to betray Langdon – for a good price.”

Clara looked down her nose at him. “I see. How delightful.”

Jake held her gaze. Samira could see he was suppressing his emotions – wishing he could throw his arms around the sister he’d once shared a womb with. He didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d be up for public hugs – and neither did Clara – but it was clear he was restraining himself. “Nice to meet you, Clara.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but Quin started to wriggle in Samira’s arms, so Ivan took him and jogged him up and down on his knee. “Listen, Clara, don’t tell any of the others, but me and Samira got married last night.”

Clara’s expression remained blank. “Married?” She closed her eyes despairingly. “Please don’t tell me, you took Adam’s jet to Las Vegas and got Elvis to perform the ceremony?”

“No,” Samira said. “Elvis wasn’t available.”

Clara laughed kindly. “You two are crazy.”

Ivan threw Samira an affectionate glance. “We’re in love. And this little guy needs his mommy and daddy together.”

“Aw… I love you.” Samira kissed him.

Jake gazed out the window and drummed his fingers on the table.

Clara cleared her throat. “Anyway, down to business. Samira, I’m afraid my friend says he has no record of your passport. It sounds like Langdon must still have it.”

Ivan glared at Jake. “I thought you said you looked for it.”

“I
did
look, but I couldn’t find it. But, seriously, I think you should just get the hell out of there, Samira. Something about this whole thing doesn’t add up, and I think Langdon’s planning something bad.”

“But he has my passport. I need to find it before I can do anything about staying in the country.”

“Well, I’ve been in this game for years, ma’am,” Jake said. “I know when someone’s acting sinister. I did a little research into him while you were in Nevada, but I was unable to find out anything too bad about him.”

“So what’s the problem?” Ivan asked.

“Well, just that your marriage is null and void.”

“What?”

“You
do
know that Samira and Langdon have been married for six years, right?”

Samira frowned. “Mr. Langdon told you that?”

“Sure. And I checked the marriage register – you two are definitely married, which surprised me after you ran off to Vegas like that. It’s funny because you look so young. You must’ve married him as a teenager.”

Samira shook her head. “Jake, six years ago I was fifteen and living in Iran. I only met Langdon six
months
ago.”

“But the marriage register says –”

“I don’t care what the marriage register says – I know what reality says. Langdon mentioned a late-wife. It must’ve been her information you saw.”

Jake frowned. “Late-wife? There was no record of you… of her… dying.”

“Well he’s obviously lying,” Clara said. “But why?”

“Who cares?” Ivan said. “As long as she and Quin are safe. All we need is her passport.”

“Well I guess I could have another look in his office when his back’s turned,” Jake said. “

“Don’t bother,” Ivan said. “I’ll get it.”

“How?” Jake asked.

“The only way I know.”

Clara sighed. “Wonderful, Ivan. You’re going to beat the shit out of him.”

Ivan shrugged. “Hopefully it won’t come to that. We’ll go back to the ranch now and tell him we want it back. Samira, you can pack your things while we’re there. Jake – you can come and help.”

“And why would Jake help you?” Clara asked.

“Because I’m paying him a lot of money,” Ivan said. “Jake’s the sort of guy you can trust to turn against the hand that feeds him for the right price. And I’m paying him handsomely, right Jake?”

Clara raised an eyebrow. “Conflict of interest in your clients, Jake? I suppose you’re still being paid by Mr. Langdon at the same time?”

Jake smirked. “I’ll never pass up a business opportunity, ma’am. It’s a family trait of mine.”

“Speaking of families,” Clara said to Ivan. “It’s Adam’s wedding tomorrow – and there’s a family gathering this evening – so make sure you leave Texas today for New York. My flight leaves in an hour, so I’ll see you there. Don’t you dare miss this, Ivan. I know you want Samira’s passport back, but Adam will never forgive you if you miss his wedding.”

“Don’t worry, Clara, we’ll be there. But don’t say anything to Mom or Dad about Quin or Samira, okay?”

“Sure, I’ll let you do your own explaining.”

“Thanks. But first, we need to head back to the ranch and pay Langdon a visit. We need to get Samira’s passport back, and then we’ll be totally free of him –
and
whatever it is he’s up to.”