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

orgasm already.
    “Say my name,” Julian commands.
    “Julian,” I cry out in surrender.
    “Louder,” Julian insists.
    “Julian,” I cry out louder.
    “Louder,” he yells.
    “Julian.” I scream out.
    “ Tell me you want it, tell me to fuck you,” he commands. Force and surrender, now this is hot.
    “Fuck me ,” I cry out, so close to my orgasm.
    I open my eyes and find him staring down so fixated on my face. Those piercing, domineering blue eyes that I will never forget from the moment we met.
    He looks into my eyes as he moves and I feel so taken. His eyes make me tremble inside and I know full well with the way he looks at me that I belong to him. Those eyes have such great power to make me feel like I have no other choice but to surrender to him.
    I cl ose my eyes again and enjoy him with my other four senses. I breathe in his manly, musky, spicy scent. I feel his skin against my skin as he moves his muscular, powerful body on top of me. I listen to our bodies smacking against each other in an animalistic manner. I kiss him, tasting his sweet lips and exploring his mouth with my tongue.
    Of all my s enses, I like to savor Julian most with my touch. I wrap my arms around his back and run my hands up and down, feeling the rock hard structural design of his back telling me everything I need to know about him: He’s powerful, strong, manly, alpha, dominant, disciplined, and divine.
    He fucks me brutally, savagely, and violently for a long time. My inside screams in pain and soreness, but I don’t ever want to tell him to stop.
    S uddenly, I orgasm just as Julian thrusts furiously and blows his load inside me. I savor the warmth of his liquid shooting up inside me. I am loving having a small part of him stuck inside me.
    I pop my eyes open. Per our usual post-sex routine, Julian cuddles me up to his chest and wraps his firm, muscular arms around me. What time is it? I’ve lost track of time.
    “What time i s it?” I mumble.
    “We’ve been going for an hour, if that’s what you wanted to know.”
    Wow it went by so fast.
    I wipe off a few small droplets of sweat from his broad chest. He’s so fit that it’s barely noticeable he just fucked me wild for an hour straight.
    “I haven’t had to look at the tim e since I’ve been with you and now I think I understand why you said women shouldn’t be aware of what time it is.”
    “Oh really?” Julian challenges.
    “You’ve completely swept me off my feet. I’ve lost track of time and I really don’t care to know.”
    Julian tightens his arms around me.
    “I’m so happy with you.” I murmur as I close my eyes.
    “Y ou’ve come to understand what I’ve told you in the beginning. I told you I wouldn’t let you down and I didn’t,” he says smugly. “So you now know what it means to be truly happy?”
    “Yes,” I whisper. “To lose track of time.”
    Julian chuckles. “Good enough. You’re getting closer.”
    “Isn’t that what it means to be truly happy?” I ask, popping my eyes open , lifting myself up and looking at Julian.
    He look s back at me, relaxed and happy, and smiles. “Yes,” he says indefinitely.
    He brushes a few stray strands away from my face, and traces his fingertip along the sides of my face. “You are so beautiful. Sometimes you take my breath away.”
    Although Julian is savage, violent, and brutal during sex, he is tender, romantic and loving right after and it’s that combination that make s him that much more fascinating to me.
    I lift my finger and trace the edges of his masculine jawline and lips. There’s something so incredibly intimate about gently touching another’s face; it requires trust and deep adoration.
    Julian stares back at me, more softly now that he normally does, and I can read in his eyes that he’s full attention is on me and no other woman. He’s captivated by me. I also come to understand how Julian reads me so well—nearly every emotion can be read through the eyes.
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