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  Rapine 2: Ravished by the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife, Book II)

  Charlotte Rose

  Copyright © 2014

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  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, incidents, and places are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The reference to these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  PREFACE

  The male appears to win the female much more through the law of battle than through the display of his charms.

  - Charles Darwin

  A woman’s mind needs to be seduced before her body is seduced. This seduction can take many forms, as every woman is unique in what she is attracted to in a man.

  I can only speak for myself when I say that a raw fight with another man for a woman’s attention is a huge turn on. A man that knows exactly what he wants, pursues and fights for a woman is attractive. Once he has the woman’s attention, to get her full attention and love, he needs to mentally and emotionally stimulate her.

  This fast-moving surrealist story is a continuation of the book Rapine and that book does not have to be read first in order to read this book and understand what is going on.

  In Rapine, a man desires a woman engaged to his friend. She is so blindly loyal to her fiancé that if he wants her he must fight her fiancé and steal her away. Then, he must prove that he is better than her fiancé and let her make the final decision. In the end, the woman should always have the final decision. Rapine and force will only do so much, but capturing a woman’s mind and her heart is what will keep her forever.

  MAIN CHARACTERS

  Cheryl Lynn Stone

  Cheryl is twenty-two. Cheryl’s parents are both from the Czech Republic and she was born in New York. She is feminine, reserved, and is most comfortable with her small group of friends. She values her romantic relationships greatly, and is devoted and loyal to those she loves. She gains pleasure from pleasing her romantic partner. She is married to Julian Stone.

  Derek Cartier

  Derek is thirty-seven. He was born in Poland and currently resides in Manhattan. A venture capitalist and member of an elite secret society, he is a very private and serious man who demands respect. He was previously engaged to Cheryl Lynn.

  Julian Stone

  Julian is thirty-one. He was born in Geneva and currently has one hundred twenty-one commercial and residential properties around the world. He is a member of an elite secret society. He is a black-belt martial artist. He is extremely determined, unbending, dominant, and aggressive. He always gets what he wants. He vigilantly protects and cares for his loved ones. He is married to Cheryl.

  RAVISHMENT

  Origin:

  Middle English ravisshen, from Anglo-French raviss-, stem of ravir, from Vulgar Latin *rapire, alteration of Latin rapere to seize, rob

  Definition:

  Consensual enactment of an erotic fantasy where there is an appearance of coercion and resistance.

  PROLOGUE

  Many women are desperately searching for one, just one, good man to be with, like searching for a needle in a haystack. Yet, I have two great men vying for my heart.

  I was previously engaged to a remarkable man, Derek, who not only spoiled me and treated me like a queen, but who I truly enjoyed spending time with. Along came Julian, who fiercely fought Derek for me and stole me away, committing rapine by holding me captive against my will. Although I was held captive for some time, Julian treated me very respectfully, eventually romancing and seducing me and I fell hard for him, harder than I did for any other man, including Derek.

  Julian is extremely masculine, powerful, and dominant; a true alpha male type. Deep down, in a primal sort of way, I feel so irresistibly drawn to Julian because of the way he vigorously pursued me, and brutally fought Derek for me. Then, he romanced me so tenderly, making me feel more loved than Derek ever did.

  I’m afraid Derek may take great measures to get revenge, regaining his manly pride by obtaining me back. He doesn’t even care that I don’t want to be with him anymore, that I love Julian. Derek’s anger is ablaze and unstoppable like a massive fire invading a forest and quickly destroying it. The thing I’m most afraid of is being torn away from Julian, as this is precisely what Derek is planning.

  I have great comfort in knowing that Julian will always know where I am because right after Julian and I eloped, Julian implanted a GPS tracking microchip inside me with my consent. I feel like I made a paramount commitment to him and will never have to worry about rapine by another man again. I hope that it will remain only Julian who has committed rapine and staked a claim over my heart forever. Julian is everything I could dream of and more in a man.

  Julian and I are now heading to Vancouver after a magical honeymoon traveling to tropical paradise islands. Our honeymoon has turned into an extended vacation. We’ve been flying all around the world and the journey is very far from over.

  CHAPTER ONE

  We arrive at our five star luxury hotel in Vancouver in the late evening. We are staying in the very best suite available. Our suite is 1,100 square foot with two bedrooms, and a living room with a fireplace.

  Our luggage is dropped off by the bellboy. Julian tips the bellboy and sends him off. Julian immediately orders me to get undressed. I do as he says, but leave my baby blue La Perla lingerie on and walk over to him in the living room.

  Julian’s striking blue eyes sweep over me as I approach. I admire his extremely gorgeous face. His azure, blue eyes contrast well with his jet-black Ivy League short hair and deep tan. His face is chiseled, model-like, but not overly pretty boy; he has a sultry, manly edge to him due to his square jawline.

  He is wearing a black shirt and black pants. Some expensive-looking watch is glittering from his wrist. He dresses fairly casual by day during our honeymoon, but in the evening I see him in extremely expensive custom-made suits.

  Julian gazes into my eyes and tenderly strokes my face. “You’re my treasure,” he whispers.

  He twirls his index finger in the air, indicating that he wants me to spin for him.

  I spin as requested, smile and meet his eyes.

  “It’s like unwrapping a present,” Julian whispers as he gazes voraciously at my body.

  He stalks over to me and rips my bra off violently. Next, my panties are ripped off with such force that I squeal. He cradle lifts me, takes me to the bedroom, and throws me on the bed.

  He quickly slides out of his shirt, pants, and boxer briefs. I watch as his hard erection springs forth. My mouth drops open as I gaze at his body. I still haven’t gotten over how insanely gorgeous my husband is, especially naked. His dark tan amplifies his ripped body. He is built in all the right places and in just the right amount like any champion black-belt martial artist.

  I’m lying on the bed enjoying the view of Julian’s body for as long as I can. I watch as Julian stalks toward the bed like a panther, ready to devour me. He gets on top of me, and his eyes blaze as he stares at me possessively. He begins to kiss me like a savage, raping my mouth with his tongue. I moan
into his mouth. His kiss is so primal and so animalistic that it drives me wild. I am already dripping wet for him, ready for him to take me.

  I pull away for a breath. Julian gazes back at me with domineering, fierce eyes as he scans my face, admiring me.

  Julian has such power to arouse me with just his look, with just his kiss, that I am already eager for him, there is no foreplay necessary on his part. I assume it’s because we are still in the “honeymoon phrase” and we can’t keep our hands off each other.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper seductively.

  Julian savagely kisses me, fueled by my invitation. I feel myself release more wetness and tingle down below in need of him. He slowly trails his hand down my side, down my thighs, and finally to my dripping wet insides. He rubs my clitoris with skill and I moan with pleasure. He shoves his two fingers inside me and moves them around in all the right places. I melt around his fingers.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he growls in a low tone.

  He withdraws his fingers, brings them to his mouth and tastes them. He grins. “I know you want it, and I will give it to you so hard, harder than I have ever fucked you before. And after today, harder each time.”

  I smile, willing and ready to be taken by my hot alpha male.

  “I want you to be so fucking sore, that you can't walk properly for hours after I fuck you.” Julian’s angular jaw tightens as he gives me a fierce, penetrating stare.

  I kiss him wildly, turned on by his words.

  He slides his two fingers back inside me, and rhythmically moves them in and out at a fast pace. He puts one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking loudly as he finger fucks me fast and hard.

  He stop and spins me around, positioning me into doggie style on the bed. I arch my back, waiting for him to enter me. His slowly slides his hot, wet tongue from the back of my neck, all the way down along my spine, sending feel-good shivers throughout my entire body. I have a desperate urge for his length, for him to fuck me good and hard.

  “Spread your legs wide for me,” he growls in a commanding manner.

  I do as he says, and spread my legs wide in doggie position. He runs his hands along my rear end, most likely enjoying the view.

  I am already feeling restless like an animal in heat. I want him bad and I can’t take it any longer. I want all ten inches of Julian inside me now. As if reading my thoughts he slips his full length inside me from behind. I cry out as I feel his length stab me. He begins to thrust his hips forward and backward, fucking me with long hard strokes as I whimper and moan.

  “Be as loud as you want, baby, it’s like music to my ears,” he growls as he slams his hips into me and I cry out as I feel his ten inch length pierce me to the maximum.

  He firmly takes ahold of my waist and pounds into me, the sound of my rear end loudly smacking against his body. He grabs my hair tightly with one of his hands, pulling my hair toward him, sending my head back.

  He hisses as he slams his hips forward and backward, gaining momentum and speed, as I whimper and moan. He picks up the pace, his hard length spearing me, making me cry out in pain. I still haven’t adjusted to his size and it’s almost unbearable for me.

  He expertly moves his hips, his length perfectly rubs and hits my G-spot and I groan in pleasure. Pleasure and pain—the perfect combination has already gotten my body tense and tight, preparing to unwind. I am ready to shatter into pieces.

  Julian picks up the pace, ruthless and primal, slamming into me with full force as he pulls my hair. I cry out at the top of my lungs, my body is so tightly coiled up.

  He suddenly slows, his length smoothly sliding in and out of my wet and slick insides. I whimper and groan, wanting him to go back to his wild, fast pace.

  He picks up the pace again, this time harder and faster than before. I feel my breasts bouncing at the same speed as he fucks me.

  He spears into me reckless and brutal, sending me into overdrive and I let a series of nonstop, earsplitting screams. I grab the covers of the bed and hold on tight as Julian fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.

  He suddenly moves his hand from my hair to the back of my neck, firmly wrapping his large hand around my entire throat. He fucks me ferociously while holding onto my neck.

  My piercing screams echo around the entire suite, my body electrifies as Julian grips my neck tightly and gets me closer to my orgasm. The feel of his sturdy hand around my neck which could at any point choke me, drives me deeper into insanity. I scream loudly knowing it is music to Julian’s ears. He loves screamers and that’s what I have become with Julian.

  His hips rock back and forth, driving his length deeper inside me. He tightens his grip around my neck, making it harder for me to scream and breath.

  I feel Julian’s body abruptly stiffen against mine and his length gets even harder. I know he is getting ready to unleash a deluge inside me.

  My body suddenly unwinds and I climax as he continually slams hard into me, rubbing and hitting my G-spot with his length. I feel his scorching hot liquid shoot up inside me and fill me—a massive creampie.

  He loosens his grip on my neck and slows his pace, jolting to release the last of his semen inside me. He pumps deep inside me three more times, to completely milk out all that he has for me.

  He lets go of my neck and withdraws his length. I feel the thick liquid swirling up deep inside me, giving me a pleasantly warm sensation in my belly. I love to have a part of him inside me, the man I adore so much.

  Julian lays on the bed and pulls me to his chest. I lay on my side, resting my head and arm on his chest. My ear is pressed up by his heart and I listen to the beating of his heart and his breathing. He wraps his thick biceps around me, holding me tight.

  “I love you so much,” I whisper.

  “I love you too, Cheryl,” Julian whispers and then kisses the top of my head.

  I close my eyes and snuggle up to him, knowing I will always love him no matter what happens. I promise to best the best wife I can be. He is the best husband a woman could ever ask for.

  CHAPTER TWO

  In the morning, Julian and I get dressed casually. I have learned to dress casual during the day and high-end at night when traveling with Julian. I wear white shorts and a simple red top. Julian wears all black as usual—a timeless black Eton shirt and black pants. Wearing all black makes him look masculine, dangerous, sexy, and mysterious—just the way I like him.

  We have breakfast and then walk around and explore Vancouver. We see all the main streets, sights, and attractions during the day.

  I relish walking hand-in-hand with Julian, exploring a city that is completely unknown and foreign to me. I have started to really enjoy traveling and observing how people live in different parts of the world. I notice that there is a very different vibe in each city.

  In the early evening, I am exhausted from all the walking, so I’m glad when we go for a romantic horse-drawn ride in Stanley Park.

  As I hold hands with Julian during the horse-drawn tour, I suddenly recall that back in New York, this is exactly what Derek and I did in Central Park before he proposed to me. It’s so surreal. A chill runs through me. I’m so glad I met Julian right before I tied the knot with Derek. I’m also glad Julian pursued me so vigorously. My loyalty to Derek blinded me to the fact that there might be a better man out there for me. Julian truly is my soul mate and makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

  After the horse-drawn ride, we have dinner at a top-rated restaurant in Vancouver. After dinner, we go to our suite and get dressed up to go to a popular cocktail lounge.

  Julian wears a black custom-made suit, black dress shirt, black tie, and black pants. I wear a red sheath dress by Valentino, one of my favorite designers and my favorite color, along with red Jimmy Choos.

  Our designated private limo driver in Vancouver drives us to the cocktail lounge. I see a huge-line up in front from around the block. The limo stops right in front of the lounge, and Julian and I get out.
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  Julian takes my hand and we walk to the entrance of the lounge where a six-foot-five bouncer stands guard, picking and choosing who he wants to let in. He is obviously not letting many people in, as the line is barely moving.

  As we approach the red velvet rope surrounding the entrance of the lounge, the bouncer immediately recognizes Julian. He nods his head in deep respect toward Julian, quickly unhooks the red velvet rope, and lets Julian and me enter while others gape at us as if we were A-list celebrities.

  Once inside, Julian confidently orders us cocktails as if he ran the place. The interior is all white, sophisticated, and elegant—definitely my style. The music is diverse, consisting of old and new songs, from pop, to dance, to trance, to hip hop. The crowd tonight is mid-twenties to thirties, wealthy, dressed to the nines and good-looking. I don’t see even one unattractive person—it’s a beautiful people scene. They’ve come to see and be seen. It’s noisy as everyone socializes, drinks, and laughs.

  We take our seat on one of the ultra-modern white couches. Julian wraps his arm around my shoulder. Our cocktails arrive and the pretty, dark-haired waitress smiles shyly at Julian and scampers away.

  During the rest of the evening, as we sip at our cocktails, every so often Julian whispers something into my ear—a witty comment or a funny observation about someone in the crowd. We’re people-watching, laughing, listening to the music, and sipping cocktail after cocktail. I start to feel really tipsy after my fifth cocktail.

  Frequently throughout the night, men and women glance at us. Many of the women are admiring Julian. I notice a very attractive woman with long, blonde hair and green eyes, wearing a gorgeous white dress, gazing longer than she should at Julian. Julian seems oblivious to her. His attention is completely fixated on me and on making sure I am having a good time.