Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 48

|Flashback|

“Tonight was so fun.” I say to Rhys as we stop just outside my brownstone in New York, and he has me standing against his car after he helped me out of it.

“It really was, moya solnyshka.” He whispers softly, his accent falling in my ears and making my heart flutter as I giggle softly at him, reaching out to place my hand on the side of his jaw.

“I love how you call me that, pumpkin.” I whisper, blinking softly as I look up at him with pure love and affection bursting in my heart.

He smiles, stepping towards me before tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear and I involuntarily lean into his touch slightly as I grin at him like a teenager staring into the eyes of her crush.

“Yeah? What else you love about me?” He asks with that crooked smirk of his as he presses me against the car further and I blush as I look at him through my lashes.

His lips are pulled up in a beautiful smile but the intensity of his eyes is enough to make my mouth go dry as I run my tongue along my bottom l*p and his gaze drops down to it and his eyes darken significantly.

My heart is currently racing in my chest as our eyes meet again and I ask, “do you want to come up?”

Everything about this trip to New York feels surreal. We came here two days ago for our separate work meetings and we’ve tried our best to make time for each other. However, even then, tonight would be the first time that I have asked him to come up to my place after he has so chivalrously dropped me here.

Every time this man is close to me, my heart races in a manner unbeknownst to me. Every time that he’s nearby, I feel like my entire body is lit up by a thousand fireworks but at the same time, my heart feels at peace, like suddenly all the difficulties have become as easy as breathing.

“I think I’d like that a lot.” He whispers with a soft smile on his lips as his eyes get this glazed over look that they usually do whenever he looks at me.

My heart bursts in joy in his presence as I stretch up on my toes and place a gentle k**s on his lips before moving my hand down from where it had been resting against his chest and entwining our fingers.

“Follow me, Rhys.” I say in a sultry voice and I swear I hear his chest rumble in response as I chuckle and lead him up the stairs to my house in the city.

Once we’re inside, I flick the lights on and walk a few steps ahead of him till I am standing in the centre of the sitting room, “welcome to my humble abode, Mr. Mikhailov.”

He gives me a stern look and I throw my head back laughing, “come on, why don’t you like it when I call you that? Your surname has such a beautiful sound to it!”

I walk back to lock my arms around his neck as his come down to rest against my waist before he presses his lips gently against mine.

I immediately melt in his embrace, feeling my body lean into his as I k**s him back with equal fervour while he holds me in a way that gives me a surety that he is never going to let go of me.

“I’ll tell you sometime else.” He says the moment he pulls back and my mind is so muddled by the reminiscence of the k**s that all I can say is—

“Huh?”

I don’t even remember what we were talking about before that damn k**s.

He smirks, “alright, I’ve waited for long enough.” And with that, I yelp as he pushes me against the wall and his mouth descends upon mine and this time, there is nothing gentle about him whatsoever.

He k****s me ferociously and hungrily, like his life depends on kissing me and all I can really feel is the racing of my emotions and the fire that slithers through my veins because of his touch. It is like this man can bring me to life and make my soul crash and burn at the same f*****g time.

A needy m**n escapes my lips the moment he bits down on them, claiming my mouth, pushing his tongue to battle against mine while his hand grips my a*s and he squeezes and the other one is currently holding my neck captive.

No one has ever touched me like that. No one has ever touched me in a manner that feels so dirty and yet the most desirably destructive thing in this universe.

I am flaming with need for him and when I pull on the collar of his Brioni, I make it evident how I need him even closer than right now.

He sucks on my bottom l*p before pulling back roughly and I let out a protesting m**n that somehow makes my man chuckle.

I give him a pointed stare as I look at him while my chest heaves up and down so I can catch my breath, “what’s so funny?”

He grins devilishly, “just how quickly you submit to me.” He says giving the side of my neck a languid stroke and my entire body betrays me and shivers while his hands roam freely over my flesh and make me react to him exactly how he wants me to.

“Stop teasing me, Rhys.” I say when I have had enough of his tantalising touch, I tug at the roots of his hair and he growls before running his thumb along my bottom l*p.

“Always so impatient, darling.” He taunts, pushing his thumb into my mouth slowly and gently while his other hand travels to the front of my dress, pushing it up my thigh as his knuckles brush against my thigh and I hiss in response with my entire body jerking towards him readily.

I watch his eyes get a glazed over look of pure l**t and desire as I shiver in his grip, completely held under the weight of his presence and my need for him.

My body screams at me to get closer to him till a point where there is no distinction of where I end and he begins.

He is the one thing in the entire world with the power to destroy my soul completely and still make it feel like redemption.

I close my eyes and a loud m**n escapes my lips the moment his fingers come in contact with my core currently soaking my thongs.

He purses his fingers against me, feeling me through the thin fabric of my thongs in slow and gentle movements while my eyes roll back in my head and his thumb remains pressed against my bottom l*p.

f**k, this man is going to be my end.

“You’re mine, Arabella.” He says as he presses his lips against my temple and his hand comes to cup me between my legs. “Tell me that you’ll always be mine.”

There is a command in his words, but I swear I can also hear a prayer in them. His voice sounds intense but still my ears pick on a flicker of vulnerability, like he is hoping that I would say yes.

“I’ll always be yours, Rhys…” I m**n breathlessly, unable to say much else except for that as I just stand there against the wall, barely upright and only because pf his grip on my body. This man makes me feel weak in the knees.

“Good girl.” He whispers in my ear, his fingers flicking the thong down as I suck in a harsh breath right before his fingers finally come in contact with the exact point where I need him the most.

“Oh, f**k, Rhys…”

This is not the first time that he is touching me this way, but this will be the first time for me if he decides to take things any further.

My first time ever.

Before Rhys I have never felt this pure and raw connection with anyone else, at least not strong enough to give myself to them completely.

But with Rhys, it’s like I want him to have every piece of my body, my soul, my heart…because I know that he’ll always keep me safe.

“Yeah, sweetheart, what do you want me to do to you?” He asks as his thumb starts to move over my clit while his fingers move between my folds, gently dipping inside me before coming back out again.

I g***n, clutching his neck to a point where I know I am digging my nails into his flesh, “stop torturing me.” I tell him sternly.

That is when he plunges his finger inside me and I gasp loudly, feeling him massaging my insides with expert precision and the moment that he presses onto my clit, I am shattering in his arms as he wounds an arm around my waist to keep me standing while his finger continues to move inside me, helping me ride my o****m.

A thin sheen of sweat is already developing on my skin as I pant with need while I open my eyes again and look at him with just two words on my tongue, “f**k me.”

That gets Rhys caught off guard as he blinks at me, his hands stopping their movements at my core while he looks at me with a surprised expression with a little bit of uncertainty.

“Are you quite sure, Ivy?” He asks and for a moment, the devilishly sinful man who has just made me c*m on his finger disappears and in his place is my prince charming, ever ready to look after me and care for me.

I smile at him, knowing that for once our rolls are reversed and he wants me to reassure him instead of how it usually is, “yes, Rhys…I want to have s*x with you.”

He blushes.

Rhys Mikhailov actually blushes.

Nothing in the world could have been a bigger turn on than that as I grin like a girl completely in love as I reach onto my toes and k**s him softly.

This k**s is gentle and sweet, almost like it is coaxing us both to let our darkest sides out and allow them to take charge of our bodies. His hands travel freely over me and he pushes the thin straps of my dress down my shoulders while I start working on getting his shirt off.

The movements that began slow and gentle now become rushed and breathless as we undress each other and he loops his arms around my waist and lifts me in the air at the perfect height to allow me to wrap my legs around his torso.

He holds my body currently clad in nothing but my inner garments like I weight absolutely nothing and with his shirt finally falling off his shoulders, he walks us to my bedroom.

“I am going to devour you, moya solnyshka.” He growls in my ear as he bites on my earlobe once again and I quickly bring his face back to my own, wanting nothing more than his k**s as he stands above my bed, keeping me still entwined against his body while both of our lips move in a battle for dominance.

That is of course, won by him, and the moment he does, he pushes me into the mattress, somehow managing to be exactly how rough I want him but yet so soft, that it completely blows my mind.

His body covers mine as he comes over me and then in one swift motion, he tears my thong off of me and the moment cool air slithers against my wetness, I shiver and he latches his lips onto my neck, kissing and biting me in a manner that completely drives me insane.

I can feel his hard on pressing against my core and my eyes widen at the sheer size of him, and that is only what I feel while he is still wearing his boxers and his pants.

Reaching between us, without wasting a single moment I unbuckle his belt and flick open the button of his dress slacks before pushing his pants and boxers down with as much fervour as I can muster.

My eyes widen when his c**k springs free against his torso and the utter length and girth of him makes me wonder if I will even be able to take him completely.

He sees my expression and cups my cheeks as he makes me look up at him again, “are you nervous?” He asks softly.

At that moment, I can tell him that it is my first time doing this…I can tell him that I am a tad bit worried…and I know that he will go gentle on me if I ask him to…

But that is not what I want.

I have waited for this moment for long enough and now that I finally have a man willing to love me forever and look after me with all his heart, I know that he is the one who can see all the darkest fantasies that my mind had conjured up over the years.

I shake my head and give him a smile, “not at all.” I tell him softly.

He smiles, kissing my cheek lovingly before his movements turn harsh again, and the moment he rubs his length between my folds, our lips part and loud m***s and g****s escape us in unison when we feel the pure pleasure at just the simple movement.

It is like my entire body is charged up, every inch of me has been converted into a nerve ending, and I am mere seconds away from exploding.

“f**k baby…you make me feel so good.”

And saying that, Rhys plunges inside me in one go, something overtaking him as he doesn’t realise that I flinch in pain slightly but instead he starts to f**k me like a man possessed.

“F**k…you’re so tight, baby…” he grunts in my ear and I bite my l*p to stop myself from crying as a single tear still slides down the side of my face but Rhys’s forehead is pressed against mine and he doesn’t see it yet.

However, luckily for me, soon my insides accommodate to his length and all the pain starts to turn into pleasure and my lips part as strings of m***s and prayers of his name fall from them.

My room is currently echoing with pure signs of l**t and passion and at one point, Rhys changes our positions by pulling back as he kneels on the bed and lifts my legs to rest against his shoulders before he plunges back into me and his length hits all the right places.

“Oh, f**k…Rhys…”

That is when he starts to rub my clit with his fingers as he holds my legs together with one arm while pounding into me like I am his personal s*x doll and nothing else.

The only thing depicting his desire and respect for me is the expression of pure adoration and addiction in his eyes but aside from that, his actions are downright filthy and I love every second of it.

“Look at you…” he coos, rubbing my clit, overstimulating me further, “moaning and getting f****d like a slut…is that what you like, huh?”

Those words and that deep voice does make me m**n like a slut at that, my head rolls back against the mattress and I clutch the pillow behind my head to a point where my nails tear into the fabric.

And that is when he raises his hand and smacks me right against my clit while delivering a powerful stroke inside me which makes me scream his name and has my second o****m tearing through me for the night.

That is when I feel his own pleasure reaching unbound heights as I clench around his length and he too spills inside the condom that he is wearing inside me.

The moment the two of us fall back into bed, he presses his lips against my forehead and turns our positions so that I am lying on top of him and he strokes my hair. I feel him soften inside me but neither of us pulls away.

“You should have told me that you’ve never done this before, my love.”

My eyes widen and I look up to meet his eyes, surprised that he knows, “when did you know?” I ask softly, knowing that there’s no point lying to him after the most marvellous moment of my life.

“Right after I entered you.” He says and I feel him twitch inside me at the mention and I chuckle softly.

“Why didn’t you stop?” I ask him with a joking smile.

He gives me a mirth filled grin in return, “because I am not as good as you think of me and secondly, if you didn’t want everything that I wanted to give you, you would have already told me to be careful with you. But you’re not the careful type, are you? You’re reckless, you’re just not used to letting anything stop you…and you loved getting f****d like a w***e. Isn’t that true?”

Every single word of his has an effect on my body that I have never felt before.

My n*****s harden, my breathing shallows, and the moment he strokes my cheek, I know that I want more of him.

And so, I meet his dangerous gaze, “so do it.” I say in a challenging tone.

“Do what?” He asks only as a way to give me a chance to back out even now.

But I would rather kill myself than do that.

I smirk, “f**k me like your w***e, Rhys.”

That is when his hand clutches the roots of my hair and he growls, “mine.”

And once again, we are plunged into letting our carnal desires over take our minds entirely.

|End of Flashback|