A Trillionaire’s Revenge

I'd just come out of the shower, and as I wear my robe, I hear a knock on the door. Luke hadn't fully moved into the bedroom as
per my request, so I wondered if he could be the one knocking. Squeezing the water off my wet hair, I walk to the door. I open it,
a smile on my face but it drops immediately as soon as I see who it is. I try to close the door, but he forces himself in on time and
shuts the door.
"You need to stop sneaking up on me every time, for God's sake!" I lock the door with the keys. "What if Luke was here? What
would you tell him?"
"I know he's not here, that's why I took the opportunity to come and see you, my love." He says. "Natty," and I close my eyes. He
gave me that nickname. He caresses my cheeks and although I try to remove his hand, I end up caressing his hand on my
cheek.
"You miss this, don't you? I know you do." He says, as he snakes his left hand around my waist. "Why did you kiss him? Did I
upset you? Did you do that to make me jealous?" He asks, as my lips part. There was no doubt that I still had feelings for Rocky,
but my love for Luke was greater and it grew stronger everyday.
"He's my husband." I say as I open my eyes. I jerk his hand off my body and move a few steps back. "It would be best if you left,
Luke." I say, looking at him straight in the eyes. "Your presence here— he interjects, "My presence here does what? Makes you
quiver? Makes you so uneasy and uncomfortable? Makes your lips part when I'm close to you? Does my presence make you
desire me, Natty?"
"The only man I desire is Luke, and the sooner you understand that, the safer you and your hotels will be."
"Is that a threat, Natalie?"
"It's not a threat, it's a warning. Luke will do anything to keep me by his side, I don't know what that'll be, but I do know he won't
stop until he knows you're far away from me—if he ever finds out."
"I'm not leaving here without you, Natalie. Remember that."
"I'm not leaving here with you, Rocky. Remember that."
***
"Your mother is insistent on throwing the annual Richardson soirée, honey, I can't talk her out of it." Aunt Ruth says as we take a
stroll by the lake.

"Honestly, aunt, I'm not surprised by what my mother does anymore. You should get used to it." I adjust my shades and try to
stop my hair from flying in the wind.
"She's renting out the Luxé Grandeur- it costs £750,000."
I gasp, "Where did she get that kind of money?"
Aunt Ruth, "Your husband, Natalie. Luke gave her so much money she's lost her self control!"
"I'm sure she asked him for so much money, but why did he oblige? And, aunt, I'm sure that's not even all of it, since she's
spending so much on the soirée. He must've given her so much more because mom might like living lavishly, I know she won't
spend all the money on the party alone. Right?"
***
"A million? Two? Four? Or was it a hundred?" I ask, as I barge into Luke's study.
"I don't understand, what are you talking about?"
"How much did you give her? Are you still paying for me? Am I still an object you pay for?" I ask, truly enraged. That dirty deal he
and my mother made, still irked me.
"No, no my love, it was your mother, she said—"She said what?" I ask. I continue, "That you need to pay or you need to renew
the deal every now and then?"
"She said, she wanted to have a party for you."
"For me? For me? And you believed her?"
He doesn't reply and that gets me even more angrier. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did I have to find out from someone
else, Lucas?"
He leaves behind the table and comes to me, holding my waist. "You need to understand that things aren't the same as before.
We're in this, together. Your family, is my family and responsibility. Fulfilling their needs and wants is my duty, my love."
I look at him, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. "It just makes me feel so insecure, like another deal is bei— He
interjects, "No. don't say it. I admit, that was my biggest mistake but please, let's put that behind us. I won't give your mother any
more money if that's what you want."

I nod, "I want to decide if you give her or not, I want to know when she asks you for anything, okay?"
He nods a yes, and we hug. He unzips my dress and plays with my hair. I kiss his chest. "Did you change your perfume?"
"No, why?" He asks as he continues to take off my clothes.
"It kind of smells really weird." I say as I giggle. "Are we really having sex in the study?"
"On the couch or on the table?" He asks, a smirk playing across his face.
"Everywhere," I suggest, biting my lip. I continue, "Including the floor."
"Your wish, is my command, Mrs. Carrington." He says as he carries me bridal style and places me on the table. I'm completely
naked. I take off his shirt. He goes down on his knees and spreads my legs.
"Oh!" I scream, as I giggle. "Mmm. . ." I moan in excitement again as my husband works wonders with his tongue. I bend my
head, my lips apart as I watch him please me. His eyes are fixated on my womanhood and I can't help but feel butterflies as I
watch him. He is gentle, but his gentleness was reckless. He treated my hot, wet and now pink core as though he was a hungry
child eating his first meal. As though, he was just served his last meal. He releases saliva from his mouth and spits it into me,
and my whole body throbs. "Ah. . ." I whisper, my hands clenching both sides of the table as my pupils dilate. I feel his entire
mouth covering my womanhood, as he uses his tongue to caress everywhere. I leave the table and place both hands on his
neck.
"Right there, yes! There. . . oh!" I moan. In a split second, I watch hot liquid fly into his face and the air as soon as he removes
his mouth. He opens his mouth and takes in my juice. I'm shocked and unable to say a word as I process what just happened.
He carries me again, my legs wrapped around his waist. As we get to the couch, he takes off his pants and he's not wearing any
underwear. He lays me on the couch gently and intertwines his left hand with mine. I wrap my right leg around his waist as he
begins to kiss me. He enters me sharply and although I feel some type of discomfort, I ignore it. He goes faster and faster and I
enjoy it. I lick my lips.
"You don't know when you do that, I go crazy. It drives me insane." He says.
"Oh, yeah? Mm?" I say as I bite my lips again. "Go harder, I want to feel you, deeper." I say.
"No."

His thrusts become slower, "That's your punishment for biting your lips, again." He says and he kisses and licks my neck. "What
if someone walks in?" I say, giggling.
"They won't." He says as he carries me to the floor.
"I'll take the lead here." I say. I hover over him. I place my womanhood over his bare chest and I slide backwards and forward
multiple times. I feel my core on fire. I move, then I place myself over his mouth and he follows my order as he begins to lick, yet
again. I hold his hair with my right hand and caress my breasts with my left. "Oh, Luke." I moan.
"Ah. . . Mm." I moan. I move back and my lips are separated as I sit on his hard, long, member. I place my hands on both his
shoulders as I move. I grind my hips severally, feeling his warmth explode inside me. I close my eyes as I feel more liquid. Luke
stretches his hands and begins to squeeze my nipples. He sits up as I'm still on him, his shaft, still inside me. We share an eye
lock as he begins to suck my breasts. I feel liquid coming out of my left breast, but I pay no attention to it. The pleasure was
much more important to me. I grind my waist some more as I wrap my legs around him. It was undoubtedly the best sex we'd
ever had.