Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife) by Charlotte Rose

completely disappeared from the sky, the deep orange color continues to darken, and the buildings, mosques, and pillars of the city are shaded in black. To me, this is just another city, watching another magical sunset with the love of my life.
    In the morning, we arise early, and get into a private jet to head to next destination. I decide to sit by the window as I hold Julian’s hand.
    We are heading to Mykonos, Greece. We are both dressed in all white, suitable so for a trip to Greece. I’ve never seen Julian wear white, and I probably never will with the exception of a vacation in Greece. It’s a pleasant surprise. His azure blue eyes and dark tan really pop while wearing all white. God, he’s gorgeous.
    I am wearing a long white dress with my white Hermès Birkin handbag and white pumps from Louis Vuitton.
    I am excited to visit Greece and I am getting so used to this jet-setting lifestyle with Julian. I sometimes forget that there are a few dark secrets that lie beneath our happy, wealthy couple façade.
    While we are about to land, I glance out the window and notice the picturesque view of the turquoise water surrounding the island of white-washed homes, colorful verandas, and maze-like streets. The sky is so blue that you can’t see the separation of the sea and the sky.
    I grip Julian ’s hand tightly and smile at him. He smiles back. He leans over and glances out to take in the view as we are landing. He kisses the side of my neck. “I love you.”
    We are staying in Julian’s waterfront ultra-modern, ultra-luxurious villa overlooking the sea. There is no live-in maid at this residence for upmost privacy. There is just once a week upkeep. The villa’s exterior and interior is all white with a large terrace that has a stunning infinity swimming pool with day beds and shaded pergola sitting area with white couches. There is also a large outdoor dining table to seat twelve.
    As soon as we arrive, Julian tells me to relax on the terrace while he does some work. Julian sits inside doing some work on his laptop while I lay on the daybed on the terrace in my white dress and shiny sunglasses, taking in some sun, enjoying the sea breeze, and feeling fabulous.
    I have closed my eyes and I’m recalling some of the beautiful memories Julian and I have created so far. How many countries have we visited so far? How much longer will this go on? Really, I could be on a deserted island with Julian and I would be happy. I love him so much.
    Suddenly and unexpectedly I feel Julian’s hand cover my mouth just as I let out a surprised gasp. I pop my eyes open to see Julian hovering over me and I see an erection pressed against his white pants.
    He’s in rape mode. He aggressively cradle lifts me from the daybed and carries me inside our Greek villa. He goes into our bedroom and throws me on the bed. This is not the first time and I know what I need to do.
    “No, stop, please don’t,” I protest. I’m loving the variety and spontaneity of sex with Julian and I could never get bored. Sometimes he forces me to surrender, sometimes he makes loves to me, and sometimes he ravishes me. I love each and every way equally.
    Julian attacks me; he gets on top of me, pulls up my dress to my waist, rips off my panties , unzips his pants and inserts his length inside me. I am already fully wet for him, so he slides in easily. No other man can produce such a quick responsiveness in me. He roughly begins to ravish me as I try unsuccessfully to push him off.
    “Stop, get off me,” I cry out and this fuel s Julian’s desire for me even stronger. He fucks me hard, raw, and fast and I’m loving every inch of him slamming into me.
    I close my eyes and let him take me. It’s carnal and passionate. He’s grunting and hissing loudly through clenched teeth as he fucks me, his sacks slap loudly against my rear end. I cry out shrilly with each thrust. His length, his speed, the way he hits and rubs my g-stop perfectly has me so close to my