The Billionaire 3: Tyron Cruz

"We don't have to do anything you know..." Isabella shyly said as soon as they entered Tyron's bedroom.

She didn't expect less from the great Tyron Cruz, he owns a massive mansion and all his things are expensive.

"What is wrong, my dear?" Tyron grinned as he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt.

"You have lovers, right? I don't mind if you go to them." She said making Tyron laugh.

"You expect me to be unfaithful to this marriage?" Tyron asked frowning. "Why? Because even if either of us mess around, we are still bound by this marriage and there is no way out?" He asked with serious eyes directly piercing her soul out of her body.

"N...no...I just-"

Tyron cut her off by suddenly enveloping her waist around her arms and kissed her lips. She was taken aback and didn't know how to react.

"My airplanes are my lovers, my dear bride." Tyron whispered. "And they won't give me an heir." He added capturing her lips for the second time. It is a passionate kiss that weakened her whole body. "Basing from that kiss, we will have an interesting night, my bride." Tyron smirk then captured her lips again while his hands are already unzipping her wedding dress.

Soon enough, she's naked in front of him but she cannot resist the temptation, her body is getting weak from Tyron's passionate kiss and skilful hands. It was the first time that he felt this kind of pleasure.

Tyron carried her and gently placed her on the bed, suddenly, his lips fell on her chest. His caress was just as tenacious as his character. Like a child, he sucked and flicked his tongue. Isabella felt her whole body heat up; her legs weakened as he continues to give her pleasure.

In spite of her shame, she cannot deny that she wanted him and she didn't want him to stop.

"Are you finally feeling it?" Tyron asked grinning as he stare at her red face.

"D...don't be full of yourself!" Isabella stuttered as she covers her face making Tyron chuckle. "Ahh... W...what are you doing?" She moaned when he touched in between her thighs.

"You're dripping down your thighs, what a lovely sight." Tyron teased.

"Ahh... Please, stop looking." Isabella said. "It's embarrassing."

"You're driving me crazy." Tyron groaned and give her a mouthful.

"Wha...what? Ahh!" Isabella moaned loudly, it felt like her body was being tickled and filling her whole with another sensation. With his tongue deep in, her thighs trembled.

A loud groan. Intimacy and his skills. It was a whole new world to Isabella. She cannot help not to moan loudly as she was immersed on the pleasure her husband is giving her.

That night, Isabella gave him the thing she thought that she would only give to the man she loves. Ironically, she didn't feel regret as she is drowned in pleasure that she couldn't bring herself to her own senses. It was a new sensation of pain that she ever felt.

"Hang in there. I know it hurts." Tyron gently

pered. "Breathe...spread your legs wider... We're not even halfway done yet. That's it... Relax, Bella." He gently said and planted kisses all over her face.

"Ahh... Haah..." Isabella moaned in pain, she felt something inside her being torn as Tyron slowly thrust.

"You'll get used to this soon." Tyron whispered and captured her lips. Isabella forgetting the pain she felt earlier, kiss him back with the same intensity.

Slowly, Tyron started to thrust in. It was hot. Isabella fell deeper in pleasure, hearing strange wet sounds that grew louder and louder.

The bed was a mess and the newlyweds are getting excited. Drops of sweat fell on their bodies.

Tyron handled her with a gentle care that she couldn't find shame in herself.

"Damn!" Tyron cursed as he thrust deeper. "I'm going crazy. Don't stop yourself and let your voice out." He said. "Don't be shy, you're lovely."

The heat of their naked bodies, their sweat, his gentleness... and the loud noise of their body becoming one... Isabella is losing her mind the more they continued.

"Hold on a bit longer... I'm almost there." Tyron said as he thrust faster. Their moans and groans filled the room.

Isabella lost her strength and her voice. She couldn't even speak after that. She's so confused, why did she let him do that? Regardless, her body was mixed with pain and pleasure. It was a whole new world that her husband introduces her to. She wanted to get up but her legs are shaking.

Tyron's gentleness made her feel that she can be honest with him and warn him from her wicked grandfather.

"-"

"You should've told me that you're a virgin." Tyron said. "I may have raised the prize." He added making shocked.

"I'm happy with what I got." She firmly said, hiding her disappointment. She nearly exposed herself.

"I'm still wondering why you wanted money so much considering that your grandfather is one of the wealthiest man in the country." Tyron frown.

"What is wrong with that?" She coldly asked. "It is money that we are talking about. As I told you before, you cannot want enough."

"I was a fool to forget that you are the type of person to marry for the sake of money." Tyron said and heavily marched to the bathroom.

Isabella was left alone in the room with a heavy heart. Is this the marriage she wanted? Considering the conditions that her grandfather set, she will be bound to Tyron her entire life.

Tyron will never agree to annul their marriage, now that the Morgan Industries that he always wanted is in his hands.

She silently cried and dried her tears when she heard the door opened.

"We will not see each other for a while." Tyron said firmly, she looked up and he is now dressed in his usual suit and tie. "It may affect your career, but I didn't use protection." He added making her eyes grew wide. "Call me when you're pregnant." He said before leaving the room.

**

"You're home." Tyron firmly said waking her senses up.

"I should be the one saying that you." Isabella said and stood up grabbing her bag.

"You're home late!" He sternly said. "I heard from the housekeepers that you're going to work early and always late coming home!"

"Oh, so now you're acting like a husband?" She asked sarcastically. "Between the two of us, who is the one who is never home for the past two months?" She asked. "You didn't even bother trying calling nor informing me your whereabouts. You didn't even think that you have a wife worried for you at home!"

"You-"

"If you're worried that my busy schedule will harm your heir, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not pregnant." She didn't bother waiting for him to say anything and hastily entered the bathroom.

"I sound like a desperate wife." Isabella sighed at the thought and started undressing. She needed a warm shower after a long, tiring day.

She is in the middle of rinsing the soap on her body when she felt two strong arms hugged her from behind making her scream in horror. "Hush, it's only me, wife." Tyron whispered in her ears.

"You pervert!" She shouted in anger and tried to get away from him. "Let go of me, you damn pervert!" But he hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry if I didn't come home for the past two months." He apologized. "Taking over your grandfather's company is harder than I thought."

"Oh really? You are indeed busy but you have time to take Reina Lambert to a fine restaurant." She sarcastically said. Tyron was surprised and loosen his grip; Isabella took that as a chance to get away from him. "Now if you would please be a gentleman and leave me alone."

"Isa-"

"Leave or I will be the one to leave." She firmly said. Tyron sighed and made his way out of the bathroom.

Isabella let out a heavy sigh as soon as the door closed and continued taking a shower. After taking a shower, she dried herself before wearing her bathrobe and wrapped a towel around her hair. Isabella entered the door to the walk-in closet and change into comfy clothes before entering the bedroom.

She sighed in relief when Tyron is not there. She took a seat in front of her vanity mirror that she added two days after their wedding. For the past two months, she slightly made a renovation around the house. Tyron's house is nice and clean but she always found it empty, she just flowers and plants that would liven up the whole house and she hang her and Tyron's wedding portrait in the living room. Isabella didn't make much changes around the house but compared to before, the house is livelier.

Isabella is blow drying her hair when Tyron entered the bedroom with his phone on his hands, she can see him through the mirror. Tyron is still half-naked and only wearing a comfy pajama pant. It was a rare sight to see, especially that she always saw him in his suit and ties.

"Your grandfather called." Tyron break the silence making her frown.

"Why did he call?" She asked and turned off the blower to hear him more clearly. She hasn't heard from the old Don ever since she married Tyron, so why is he calling Tyron?

"Nothing much, he's just asking how are you doing." Tyron answered making her laugh sarcastically.

"Are you sure that he's asking if I'm doing fine or he is asking if the company is doing great?" She asked and looked at him from the mirror. She can see the frown on Tyron's forehead. "Did you and your grandfather fight?" Tyron asked, curious why his wife is acting that way towards Don Samuel.

"Fight?" Isabella let out a bitter laugh. "If only you knew..." She said softly making Tyron unable to hear. "Anyway, why are you so concern about us? Weren't you angry at the old man?" She asked. "Angry enough to marry me just to get your hands on the company?"

"You don't know the whole story." Tyron said firmly as he approached her. Their eyes meet through the mirror and her heart skip a beat. She is still not used seeing her handsome husband. "Well..." Isabella cleared her throat and avoid his gaze. "It's not like I care." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Tyron asked raising one of his eye brows. "It seems that you had a fight with Don Samuel..." he paused as he grabs the blower from her hand.

"W-What are you doing?" Isabella stuttered while Tyron smirked and pulled her making her stand up and crashed on his body.

"It's been two long months, my dear." Tyron uttered in a husky voice making Isabella nervous. "And I need an heir to my empire." Tyron added making her gulped. She knew what he meant. Isabella pushed and glared at him.

"That is not in the contract." She said and walked away from him.

"The contract indicates that both of us should fulfil our obligation to each other." Tyron said. "And one of your responsibility as my wife is to bear my child-my heir to my empire!"

"You cannot force me, Tyron!" She firmly said making her husband laugh.

"And who says that I will force you, wife?" Tyron smirk as he approached her. "I don't remember forcing a woman to bed." He said with pride as he grabs her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Damn you, Tyron!" She clenched her teeth and glared at him. "If you wanted your heir so much, then go to your damn lover!"

"I already told you during our wedding night that I don't have any woman in my life." Tyron seriously said as he stares right through her eyes. "You the person I married, Isabella. You are my wife." He firmly added and captured her lips.☐☐☐☐☐☐