MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE WITH THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR

Chapter Three: You'll Do As I Say, Wife!

Marcus’ POV

I watched, transfixed, as April swept into the room, her presence commanding attention. She was radiant; her smile dazzling, and her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. I felt my gaze drawn to her, helpless to look away.

As she took her seat at the table, I couldn't help but notice the way the morning light danced across her face, highlighting the delicate curves of her features. Her voice was like music, sweet and melodious, as she greeted Lucy and asked for orange juice.

I felt Julian's inquisitive stare at me, sensing my fascination with April. But I couldn't tear my gaze away. There was something about April that was completely captivating. Whatever it was drew me in and refused to let me go.

As Lucy returned with the orange juice, April's smile faltered for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of something else in her eyes - a spark of determination, a glint of steel. It was a fleeting moment, but it left me feeling unsettled, wondering what lay beneath April's polished exterior.

April’s POV

“I will be going on a business trip,” Marcus announced in the middle of chewing on a crispy piece of bacon. “Julian will be accompanying me,” he added, before tossing several credit cards on the table. “You can use these until your own cards arrive. Ask the chauffeur to drive you around for a shopping spree. Go ahead and spoil yourself.”

I stood up, my blue eyes meeting Marcus' brown ones. "What if I want to go out on my own?" I asked, my tone casual but mischievous.

Marcus's gaze intensified. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

I smiled sweetly. "If you can run around the world with your mistress, I can easily have some fun by painting the town red, you know."

Julian's smile faltered at the grim look on her lover’s face. "You don't get it, April. Marcus isn't running around with me to have fun. I'm his better half, and we're inseparable, even with work,” she explained. “Aren't we, darling?" She quickly added as she looked at the dark-haired male.

However, he didn't respond to her and continued to speak to his wife. "Meet me upstairs now!" Marcus growled while stiffly striding out of the dining area.

My eyes narrowed at my husband’s reaction, then I smiled at Julian. "Are you sure you're inseparable, darling?" I asked with a smirk as I gathered the cards and walked upstairs, feeling pleased and oddly delighted.

As soon as I opened the door, Marcus grabbed me and pushed me towards the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his brown eyes blazing with intensity.

I smiled, thrilled to have provoked this reaction from him. "I don't know what you're talking about, dear husband," I said, my voice innocent as I reached out to touch his broad heaving chest. "You should really try to relax more..."

But Marcus was having none of it. He approached me and gripped my arms, his hold firm. "We’ve been barely married 24 hours, and you want to go around the city on your own?” He gritted in an ominous tone. “If that’s the case, I don't want you going anywhere. You’re better off with your little butt right here in this house."

My smile wavered, but I felt a surge of anger strengthening my resolve. "What the hell do you care what I do?" I spat, my eyes flashing. "If you can sleep with Julian on our wedding night, why can't I do the same thing?" I threw the truth at him defiantly, daring him to respond.

Marcus's face darkened, his eyes narrowing to slits. "You'll do as I say, woman," he snarled, his voice low and menacing.

I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Or what? You'll lock me up? Keep me as your prisoner? As if this joke of a marriage hasn’t done that already!" I taunted in a challenging tone.

Marcus's grasp continued to tense, his fingers now digging into my skin. "You're my wife," he repeated, his jaw tightening. "And you WILL obey me!"

I twisted myself free, my heart pounding with rage. "I'm your wife in name only," I countered fiercely. "So don't think for one moment that I'll be bound by any kind of notion regarding wifely duty!"

Marcus's face went red with rage, his eyes blazing with ferocity. For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. But then, suddenly, he seemed to regain control of himself. His expression suddenly relaxed while he spoke in a cold and measured tone.

"We'll discuss this later," Marcus decided for us both. "But for now, let's just say that you'd do well to remember your place."

I laughed bitterly. "You're one to talk about knowing one’s place,” I retaliated, my eyes ablaze with accusation. "You're traveling with your mistress mere days after our wedding. What about the gossip, Marcus? What about the rumors and speculations from what you are about to do? And you are worried about me remembering my place?”

Marcus's eyes flashed with fury, but I could feel his guilt lurking beneath the surface. "That's not the point," he said, his voice tight with tension. "The point is that you're my wife, and you'll do as I say."

"Whatever,” I replied with a shrug. “If you’re leaving though, I'm going shopping, so I'll need a ride.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "I have already assigned a bodyguard and driver to you. They'll take you wherever you want to go. However, be reminded that you're now Mrs. Marcus Blackwood. You'll be representing me and our family."

I walked towards him, smiling sweetly. "Fine, I promise not to go out without them," I agreed, as I teasingly batted my eyelashes at him.

However, just as I was about to turn and leave, Marcus grabbed me, his hands wrapping around my waist. But this time, he didn’t push me away. Instead, he carried me to the bed and pinned my body down with his own.

His lips melted into mine, and I responded with urgency. The kiss deepened, and his hands roamed over my body. He unzipped my pants and slid his fingers inside my lace underwear, and that was all it took.

As I gasped from the pleasurable sensations that his lengthy digits were erupting in me, Marcus's lips left mine, and he trailed kisses down my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He reached the sensitive skin of my breasts and took one already taught n****e into his mouth, sucking and nibbling non-stop until I was writhing with pleasure.

"Marcus, please," I begged, my hands grasping his hair as I tried to bring his mouth back to mine.

He chuckled, his mouth still on my breast, and then he pulled off his shirt, revealing his slightly hairy and deeply chiseled chest. My eyes roamed over his body, taking in the defined muscles of his arms and torso. Marcus, not to be outdone, completely removed my clothing in a few smooth expert motions. Within the next few minutes, he silently feasted on my nakedness with his eyes, then stood up from the bed, his intense stare reverting to mine. Slowly, my husband removed his pants, revealing his impressive stone-hard length. I felt an instant surge of desire, my body undeniably aching for him.

Marcus climbed back onto the bed, his eyes burning with intensity. He positioned himself between my open legs, his hands grasping my hips.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice deep and husky.

And with that, Marcus swiftly thrust into me, filling my moist walls completely. I gasped, my body arching off the bed with the first feeling of pain as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first. But as my moistness got used to his pleasurable invasion, his thrusts grew faster and more intense with each passing moment.

I felt myself getting lost in his lovemaking, my body instinctively responding to Marcus's every move. I was his, completely and utterly, and I knew that I would never be the same again.

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Julian’s POV

I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, growing increasingly impatient. What was keeping Marcus? Also, why on earth had he asked April to meet him upstairs?

We already made plans for this trip months ago, long before Marcus had even heard of April. He had promised me a two-week getaway to Mexico, just the two of us, before he resumed his duties to run his family’s companies.

But now, it seemed like this b***h was going to ruin everything. Marcus's father had only agreed to let him take the trip because he thought Marcus was going on a honeymoon with the wife he chose for his son. But now this no account nobody is already starting to assert herself and I could see trouble brewing.

Whatever is happening upstairs, I need to talk to Marcus at once to remind him of our plans and priorities. April is just a distraction, at the most, a temporary indulgence. She has no idea how the way things worked with us. This is the way that Marcus and I have been for a long time and I’m not letting an arranged marriage get in between us, even if the one who set up this fake wedding is Marcus’ dad.

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Marcus’ POV

I returned to an already cleared and tidied up dining room, and found Julian pacing in the guest room.

As I walked into her assigned quarters, I could feel Julian's jade eyes on me, scrutinizing me. My wife and I have just made love, and I could still feel the warmth of April's soft skin, lingering on mine. I decided to push those memories aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"Ready to go?" I asked her, trying to sound casual.

Julian nodded, her gaze crinkling slightly. "Yes, I'm ready. But Marcus, can we talk about something first?"

I hesitated, sensing what she wanted to talk about and knowing I wasn’t ready to discuss this possible topic for now. "What is it, Julian?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant while exuding a concerned tone.

"It's just… I feel as if you're hiding something from me," my redheaded lover admitted, her voice breathless and even. “And what did you two talk about a while ago?"

I avoided her gaze, not wanting to lie to her directly. "It was just… I had to put her in her place," I answered indifferently, trying to brush her doubts away.

But Julian wasn't buying it. I could see the skepticism in her eyes, and I knew that she wasn't going to let this issue go. Not now, not ever.

"Marcus, I know you," Julian declared, her voice firm while she willed me to look her in the eye. "I know when you're hiding something. And I'm not going to let you leave me in the dark with this one."

Still not saying a word, I stepped hurriedly out of the room and stepped into the mansion’s lift and pushed the button for the basement parking with my still upset mistress right behind me. I stepped into the limo, ignoring Julian's livid glare as she entered after me. My bodyguards followed in a similar-looking vehicle, which also stands as a decoy for future attackers, while being my hired protectors’ ride. Meanwhile, Kevin, our grey-eyed chauffeur, acknowledged my nod through the rearview mirror and started the engine.

As our vintage Lincoln limo pulled away from the mansion, I thought about the note I had left for April when she wakes up, requesting her to stay safe and wait for my return. I found myself truly hoping that she would behave and not do anything reckless while I was gone.

But guilt and regret gnawed within me. I had left my wife vulnerable and in doubt about where we stood. And now, against my will, I was stuck on this trip with Julian on a supposed “honeymoon” that was originally meant for the woman I married. How I wished that I could turn back time and stay with April instead.

Flashbacks of our passionate encounter flooded my mind. April had been so sweet, so innocent and so memorable. I had never been with a virgin before, and the experience had left me breathless. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a mistake by leaving her.