The Billionaire’s Pawn

LONDON

Rome’s private island was paradise. The place had so much privacy that it would take an hour from the mainland via boat. And the beach house was just incredible. It was so pristine that I didn’t want to go home.

We arrived yesterday, and I hadn’t gotten up from bed other than to the bathroom. Striker spoiled me so much.

When I woke up this morning, he was carrying a breakfast tray and a flower he tucked behind my ear. He was so sweet and thoughtful. He made love to me and fucked me until I couldn’t move a muscle.

Right now, I was still in bed, smiling like crazy as I remembered what we had done after our dinner. Striker tied me in bed but promised not to blindfold me.

I was teasing him that I wanted him to be rough with me, and he never resisted. It was a new experience, but I loved the fact that he was still willing to do something, even for me was out of the box.

It was noon, and I was still naked in bed. The glass door was opened to the veranda that overlooked the blue ocean. The white curtain danced to the breeze.

I felt the bed dip. The next thing that happened was a wet kiss on my naked butt cheek and a bite that made me gasp.

“Hungry?” he asked me as he went on my back, massaging my aching muscles as if he was sure they were sore.

“Not for food, though.”

“Hmm.” That was all I heard as he continued massaging my back.

“Oh, God. That feels so good. What is it that you’re not good at?” I moaned as he paid attention to the straining muscles just above my shoulders. “Down my spine, please?”

“Do you want a spa? There’s one in the mainland.” He pressed his thumbs where I just wanted most.

“No. This is your fault anyway. So make it go away.”

“My fault, huh?” He spanked my butt cheek, making me yelp.

“What was that for?” I rolled over so that I could face him.

His gaze landed on my chest. He proudly smirked as he saw the red spots on my breasts and tummy.

“You mark me, jerk.” He was stronger than me, no doubt, and easily held me in place as he hovered and hauled me tightly with his body. Before I could kick him, he pinned my legs with his.

Striker had an athletic build, not beefy, but all muscles, making him heavier than me.

“You just call me a jerk.” He effortlessly spread my thighs apart and settled himself in the middle. He was already hard grazing his shaft against my now aching clit, allowing me to feel his desire, and I was already powerless against his assault.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he pinned my hands on both sides. My skin tingled everywhere.

“I want you. Can you feel me?”

“Cade, I don’t have the strength for another orgasm.”

He barked into laughter. “Didn’t I promise I would fuck until you can’t walk? You teased me a lot and gave me a hard-on every fucking day, baby. I deserve more than one hundred orgasms in our honeymoon.”

“What are you? A horse?” I tried to push him away, but I was wasting my time and strength and started getting wet. “Damn it.” I always lost my self-control when I was with him.

“A mustang.” He smirked. My hand itched to shut it off. He enjoyed torturing me because he knew I would still scream in pleasure in the end, and he knew my body pretty well.

He continued dragging his cock against my opening to my throbbing clit as he watched the reaction on my face with pride.

I wiggled. I already ached for him. I felt like I was on the verge of ecstasy, yet, it felt unreachable. He clearly knew how to tease me and drive me crazy.

I bent my knee and moved my hips as I ached so much. I wanted more of him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted more friction, but he barely gave it to me.

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“Yes, asshole.” My eyes narrowed.

He didn’t look offended. Instead, he smashed his mouth against mine, making me gape as he bit my bottom lip. With one move of his hips, his cock was inside me, filling me, stretching me, burying deep, bottoming out, flaming my raging needs.

I felt so full. Striker was so hard and big, but I sighed in delight as he started thrusting hard.

“I would never deny you. I’m a thoughtful and generous husband, Vanderford. Just enough of calling names.”

“I deserve it after you teased me, pighead.”

He stopped. “Not as stubborn as you, but you won’t stop it, don’t you?” He kissed my nose, chin, and forehead but remained fixed in his position.

I wrapped my leg around his waist. I was desperate. I was making an effort because it made me grumpy if I wouldn’t come. “Damn it, Cade. Stop it.”

“Stop what? You don’t wanna come?”

“God.” I rolled my eyes. “I wanna come, dumbass. If your ass is too heavy, roll us over. I wanna be on top.”

He kissed me again, smiling against my lips. “You ached for me too much, Vanderford?”

“I hate you.”

“I know you don’t, baby. You want me as if your life depends on it.”

“Fine. I’ll be a stone beneath you.”

“You’re impatient.” He barely finished his words, and he began rocking my world. He held my knees together and pounded into me so hard my breasts jiggled. The bed rattled.

I stifled my moan, but my body was on fire. My orgasm was just around the corner. He knew it. I could feel it.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good. I can’t ever get enough of you.” Like a feral animal, he groaned louder as he struck me harder and faster. The intensity coiled tight at the base of my spine.

A moan broke out from me as I lost myself in pleasure. I rocked my hips against him, meeting ourselves in the middle. He was also closed. His eyes darkened. His forehead glistened with sweat. His jaw clenched hard while groaning in pleasure.

He changed the angle, sinking deeper as he could, rolling his hips.

My eyes rolled.

My body twitched.

“Come around me, baby,” he grunted out. He didn’t finish his sentence. Every muscle in his body seized. And my orgasm shattered through me with a cataclysmic force.

As the lock of my inner muscles around him, it didn’t take long for him to break his control.

“God, London!”

***

I finally got off the bed. We watched the sundown together with our wine.

“I’m not ready to go home and face my pending work,” I told him the truth.

“You don’t have to work immediately. Take some more days off.”

“I want to, sweetheart, but I can’t depend on all my work to the team.”

“You work so hard. You’re just human, baby, or you’d be exhausted and can’t enjoy what you love doing. Even a boss also needs a break. I know how much your job means to you, but you also have to take care of yourself.”

“I know. Any news from Linden?” I’d been dying to hear an update, but I didn’t ask Striker unless he told me.

“Not yet. It’s just been two days. And don’t worry. He knows what he’s doing.” He pressed his lips against the side of my head. “When we go home, I’ll help out.”

“You also have a job.”

“Moses also wants me in the company.”

“Wow.” I looked at him. “What did you say?”

“Still undecided. At the same time, it’s a good start for my learning. Dad also needs me in the design.”

“So you’re torn between two incredible jobs. Wow.”

“I’m humbled, but it also puts me in a difficult spot. Moses’ offer isn’t exactly a proper job, but I’m thrilled, and it’s scary at the same time. When you are a son of the chairman, all eyes are on you, judge you, watch you make a mistake, and crucify you to be nepo. But at the end of the day, people will still criticize you no matter what you do in life. That’s the sad reality, so we just have to do what makes us happy.”

“I know the pressure, sweetheart. I feel it every day, but I do what I do and be the best I can be. To hell with them. I work hard, and it should earn a little respect from them.”

“I admire your resilience and conviction.” He chuckled. “I also need a job that pays well. I’m not single anymore, you know. I have a wife to take care of her needs, buy her gifts once and a while, go on a dinner date with her, pay the house bills.”

“Take care of my needs, huh?” I looked at the lock bangle matching the ring he gave me. It was beautiful.

“I wanna make you happy.”

“If you can find another word of what I feel right now, go ahead, buddy.”

“I’m a man. What’s down here?” He pointed between his thighs. “Is your buddy.”

I giggled. “I like him, sweetheart.”

“I know you do.” He smiled at me and kissed me on the lips. “I’m happy, baby. I’m truly honored to be your husband.” Before he could kiss again, his phone rang.

When he checked the caller ID. It was Linden. I suddenly felt nervous because I knew what disappointment was like. I didn’t want to feel it right now while I was deliriously happy.

“Hey. What’s up?”

I tried not to listen, but I couldn’t shut it off.

“Okay.” Striker pulled me closer to him. “What do you mean? Are you sure it’s the same person?”

He listened to Linden from the other line. I felt like this call wasn’t good news.

“That motherfucker. He can’t get away with his crime. I’ll make sure of it.”