The Billionaire's Reluctant Wife

ChapterTwo

Rick's pov

The rain hadn’t stopped at all since I brought her to my place, thunder shook the windows of my mansion, but inside my bedroom, the storm felt smaller than the one raging inside of me.

She stood near the fireplace, obviously drunk, her dress clinging to her skin, outlining every part of her femininity, eyes blazing with anger and something far more dangerous. “He broke up with me after everything I did for him,” she whispered.

I crossed the room slowly, like a predator, unsure whether I wanted to devour or let her be. “How do you want his punishment?” My voice was low, rough. I'm trying hard not to look at her curves…damn… I haven't had s*x in years.

Her breath caught as she saw the size of me bulging from the PJ I had changed into.

“Holy Christ, what a d**k you have right there,”

The air changed.

I reached her, I didn't grab her. I simply cupped her face as if she were something breakable. That tenderness undid her more than any heartbreak ever could. She could feel my hard d**k.

“I can treat you better than he ever did,” I murmured.

“Will you?,” she asked softly, but drunk.

I kissed her.

Not gently.

Not carefully.

But desperately.

All the urge, the arousal, the sleepless nights of cravings was poured into that kiss. Her fingers fisted into my shirt as if she were afraid I would disappear. I backed her toward the wall, my body shielding hers, heat pressing against heat. Grinding hard against each other.

She gasped when my mouth moved to her neck, her pulse betraying her. The tension between us snapped—anger turning molten, restraint burning away. Every touch felt like a thought neither of us had been brave enough to say out loud.

“I want to feel you,” I breathed against her skin, his voice breaking. “God help me, I can't hold myself.”

Her hands slid up to my swollen hard d**k, forcing me to look at her. “We literally just met.”

I carried her to the bed as if she were both precious and inevitable. The storm outside crashed again, but inside, the silence between our whispered names was louder.

This wasn’t revenge. This wasn’t control.

It was surrender.

She was wet.

I was as hard as a nut.

“I want you Stranger, I want to feel you inside of me,” she said, panting.

I slid my hands into her panties, my fingers playing with her c**t.

She screamed as my fingers slid from her c**t right into her wet pussycat. I worked my way with my middle finger into her pussycat, pulling in and out, circling back and forth. She was panting, "Oh, whatever you're doing to me, don't stop." “Ah…, I want you to have s*x with me real hard.” She said, holding my hand in her tightly, moving her waist in rhythm, and as she was about to o****m, I stopped abruptly, putting her more in need.

“What…why did you stop?” She asked in between kisses.

“I don't want it to end so fast,” I replied by taking off her dress. “I want to feel your wet pussycat around my d**k, I want you to c*m when I'm inside of you.”

Without any form of clothing between us, the heat of me made her drip more.

I separated her knees and knelt in between her, our skin bare on each other, my d**k, flushed and massive, right through the entrance of her wet pussycat. The swollen head peeked out with every stroke, glistening, dripping. Each move made her moan, the wet slap of skin. And then finally, I penetrated in slowly, halfway through, moving in and out, causing her to grab the sheets tightly, then I went in fully, deep, hard, swollen…a low moan escaped from her throat, she felt butterflies in her stomach.

At a slow pace, we both moved in rhythm, groaning and moaning. I could feel inside of her, warm, soft, wet, slick. I couldn't handle it. I went in deeper and faster, I groaned, she screamed. “Ah… don't… stop… … I want to cum.” She screamed out of breath.

I went on faster and was also groaning, rubbing my thumb on her c******s in circles,“ You're so sweet. Ahrrg…”

And then it happened, pussycat pulsating, d**k dripping, we reached the peak in unison.

The Morning After

Star’s POV

My head was pounding before I even opened my eyes. It felt like my brain had been hit with a hammer. Slowly, I forced my eyes open.

The ceiling was white with soft light, everywhere was silent.

Where am I?

I blinked a few times, trying to understand the room. It was not mine, not Phoebe’s place either. Everything looked expensive, very clean and perfect.

My heart started to race, I sat up quickly, and the room spun immediately.

“Ah…” I groaned, holding my head, remembering how drunk I was last night.

Then I noticed something.

I was wearing a large shirt that was not mine.

My breath stopped.

“What… what happened?” I whispered to myself.

Then it came back in flashes.

The party, Rodriguez, the alcohol, the pain, the stranger, tall, strong hands, dark eyes. The s*x…oh no … I had s*x with a stranger.

My face heated up instantly.

No, no, no…

I looked around the room again, panic rising in my chest.

This was not just any hotel room, it was expensive.

Like a billionaire expensive.

“Oh God…” I whispered. “What did I do?”

I swung my legs off the bed, trying to stand, but my body felt weak.

That was when I heard the door open.

I froze.

Footsteps entered the room slowly, and then I saw him.

The same man from last night, my breath caught in my throat.

He was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers now, sleeves slightly rolled up. Calm and controlled like nothing in the world could shake him.

But me?

I was shaking.

“You’re awake,” he said simply.

His voice was deeper in daylight.

I swallowed hard. “What?… Yes, I'm awake.”

He stopped a few steps away from me, studying me like I was something difficult to read.

“You were drunk,” he said. “You couldn’t go home safely.”

“Yeah,” I said quickly, my voice shaking now. “Did we…did we… I hope we used…con…?”

I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“No,” he answered immediately.

My shoulders dropped in relief, but my embarrassment came rushing in right after.

“Oh my God…” I covered my face. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“You don’t remember anything?” he asked.

“I remember… ,” I admitted slowly. “You caught me outside… and then…”

I paused.

Heat rushed through my body again.

“I brought you here,” he finished for me.

I looked up at him sharply. “Why?”

“Because you were not in a condition to go anywhere.”

I stared at him.

Something about the way he spoke… calm, direct, no lies…

“Was that why you took advantage of me?” I asked, “You asked for it,” he replied softly.

“I need to leave,” I said quickly, standing up too fast again.

My vision blurred slightly.

I almost fell, but strong hands caught me again.

Same feeling as last night.

Warm. Firm. Unexpectedly safe.

“I said be careful,” he said quietly.

I pulled away immediately, heart racing. “Don’t touch me.”

There was a pause.

Then he stepped back without argument.

That surprised me.

Most men would argue.

Or take offense.

But not him.

“Drink this,” he said instead, pointing to a glass of water on the table.

I hesitated, then took it.

My hands were still shaking as I drank.

Silence filled the room again.

Too heavy.

Too strange.

“I’m leaving now,” I repeated, more firmly this time.

He nodded once. “You can.”

That was it, he didn't stop me, he didn't question me, no pressure.

That confused me even more.

I grabbed my bag from the chair beside the bed, my things were neatly placed there, and walked toward

s the door.

But something made me stopped mid-way.

I turned slightly.

He didn't say anything, he just watched me leave.