The Billionaire’s Bargain Bride

Untouched

CENRIC

What the actual fuck? My wife is still a virgin?

I didn’t know if I should celebrate or be terrified. I had never fucked a virgin before, and I didn’t have a plan to, but this time was different. This was my wife we were talking about. I felt my chest expand a little, and I thought it was me being proud of her.

She felt my body freeze, and she thought I was disappointed. I was shocked, yes, but I would never, ever reject her because she wanted to keep her hymen intact until she offered it to the right man. But was I the right man? When she thought I bought her out for twenty-five million dollars.

Then those full lips tempted me, taunted me, even the way she ate, and nothing she ever did wasn’t sexy. I was much attracted to her that I never knew I would feel this so much beyond my will. She was the epitome of a living goddess.

And I was damn shocked to find myself kissing her hungrily as though I starved for days, and I finally found a meal to gobble down. A part of me was shocked at my possessive action, but the surge of lust and male-dominant inside consumed me, and Sadie’s lips were like an aphrodisiac.

And fuck, she responded to my kiss, her fingers found my hair. My hand was at the back of her head and the other at her naked back. This time, I kissed her slow and deep, drinking her in, and she welcomed me, my tongue dueling with hers.

My cock had been hard since I spent a night with her, unable to touch what was mine, and now throbbing so hard and heavy in my pants, it hurt like hell.

She just tasted like how I imagined she was, so pure and sweet.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I tugged her lower lip before I gave her one long kiss. We were breathing hard, and I dropped a kiss on her forehead.

“Don’t ever think even for a second you disappointed me. You’re beautiful, and I don’t even know if I deserve you.”

“So do you,” she whispered, slightly shivering.

“Cold?”

She shook her head and turned when she realized it was our second day to watch the sunset. “Beautiful.”

“Like you.”

“You should do something with that.”I chuckled, “It will pass if you stop grinding your ass to me.”

“Now it’s my fault?”

“I’m sure it is.”

“I’m your property. You can always take me.”

I pressed my lips against her jugular vein, pulsing so fast. “Damn right, you’re mine to take. But you are also my wife, but not now when we have an audience.”

“Last night, we didn’t have, but you just let me fall asleep. So don’t blame me.”

She still had no idea why I drugged her wine. I wanted to keep what belonged to me safe and tracked, so I implanted a tracking chip without her consent.

“Did your family ask you to sleep with me and send them the evidence?”

She eyed me suspiciously. “What kind of people do that?”

“There are some people who believe in it, and it’s their tradition or something.” I heard about it, of showing the bloodstain to their parents that they finally consummate.

“I don’t give a crap, Cenric, even if they asked me. My loyalty to them was far gone when they threw me to the wild dog.”

“And that wild dog I assumed is me.”

She elbowed me. “A wild wolf, I mean.”

“I can be wild if you want,” I whispered to her ear, nibbling her earlobe. She made a cute sound as she breathed restlessly. “Tickles?”

“Stop it.” She elbowed me again.

“So, do you like to play rough, huh?”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing, I swear—”

“What?” I liked to keep her restless and hear her sounds.

“I swear I will touch myself,” she said without remorse.

“You can try.” I cupped her breast, just fit perfectly in my palm, and squeezed a little.

She did that sound again, throwing her head back. Her lip tagged between her teeth. Her nipple quickly hardened into a tiny bud as I rolled it between my fingers.

“You’re so responsive, babe.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“You still haven’t told me what’s the meaning of that word you called me.”

“Are you wet?” I ran my other hand to her flat stomach, keeping just above her pubis, enough for her to squirm. “You’re distracting me.”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Who wants to figure out, babe? Me or you?”

“If you don’t finish what you started, don’t ever touch me,” she said sternly.

“Don’t raise your voice on me, mi Cielo.” Her grip on my arms tightened and tightened as she anticipated that I would go down there. Slowly but taunting, I ran my fingers down her thigh, and I made sure it wouldn’t touch where she ached too much.

I started biting her earlobe, licking, and nipping down her neck. “Feel how hard I am for you? This is me wanting to fuck you hard since the first time I saw you. This is me wanting to push your head down and force you to take my cock until you choke. This is me wanting to bend you over, tilt your ass up and take you from behind, and you cry in pain that I don’t give a damn. I don’t make love. I don’t do vanilla. I fuck hard until I heard her scream and beg me to come, and I will take what I wanted. I always do. But I make sure we had an agreement that there’s no force fuck happen. I respect women and their bodies, but I also love to fuck. And I don’t think you are ready for that, wife.”

“I get it you’re an asshole with needs, and a part of you is kind. You just don’t like people to see the softie inside you, jackass.”

Instead of getting offended for calling me an asshole and jackass, I kissed her hard and raw. “That’s for calling your husband an asshole and a jackass.”

She pushed her ass back so hard I winced in pain. She hit my hard cock, and I thought it snapped into two. “That’s for the torture.”

“Fuck. Now, who’s sadistic?”

“You deserve it.”

While I winced in pain, she walked away. “I know the way to a man’s heart, babe! Through his balls!”

Then laughter followed—from my asshole friends. I should fire them all. They should be on my side, but I saw them high-five with my wife. Traitor!

When my raging hard-on cooled off, I joined them with my wife for our dinner. I kissed the top of her head to show her that I was okay with what she did.

“Can you adopt me?” she asked Linden.

“Are you sure you’re asking the right person?”

“I’m sure he can’t cook.” She pointed at me with a glare.

“As much as I want to adopt you, I’d love to keep my head attached to my body,” Linden replied.

“He loves you, Gabe. He won’t hurt you. And this is so good. I love a lot of tomatoes,” she commented.

“You should’ve married an Italian. No offense, man,” Beck said.

“I’m offended, Beck,” I agreed. Linden’s Caprese chicken is so good, and the flank steak also.

“I doubt that. Not when it comes to you, I pass,” Linden answered Sadie.

“How did you learn to cook?” Devin asked. Both I and Beck knew Linden was a good cook. His father was a chef.

“My dad is a chef. So, I learned a few things or two.”

“Lucky future wife,” my wife sang.

“Don’t give me too much credit, Mrs. Wollf. I still love this job.”

She laughed, it was so carefree, and it reminded me of what Devin said earlier. He met my gaze and nodded at me. “He doesn’t look so scary to me. He doesn’t have horns, does he? Cenric, do you have horns you hide in that thick hair of yours?” She waited for my response.

“Not yet, babe.” I squeezed her thigh under the table. “But soon if you won’t behave.”

Her smile was wicked as she looked at me. We stared at each other, giving her none but a guarantee of contentment and devotion.