Yours Suddenly

Chapter 4

Roman

I make her mine the day after she walked into my hotel like a fucking hurricane, in a dress I know I'll remember for the rest of my life.

As soon as my eyes landed on her, the guy she was on a date with had to go but, for a while, I was too entranced to do anything but stare . I watched as he let her sit at the table without pulling back her chair, as the boredom came over her features. How irritable she was getting as her little playdate went on.

I watched her from the shadows I thrive in and realized I was going to make this woman my wife.

I was going to bring her home.

A part of me thought she would run, that she would realize what kind of man I was and the lifestyle I led. My days aren’t all doom and gloom but they’re not all roses either.

My history is marred with violence and blood. My father killed by his competitors while vying for land to build empires on. With his death, we were thrown from riches and into poverty. My eight-year-old self remembers my mother weeping because of our new, miserable life.

So I began to hustle, I began to kill to survive, I began to steal from thieves. I bought stocks, sold them. Soon enough, in my late teens, well after I graduated from college, I bought my first house. By the time I was twenty-three, I was worth one hundred million dollars, and now at twenty-five, I'm worth a billion.

I’d say that amount is enough to keep my mother, my sister, my cousins and myself afloat for life. Even our children's children will be able to thrive on this money.

But the thing is, in this ruthless world, you don’t stop. You keep going because it's kill or be killed. Dominate and intimidate or else it will happen to you.

My new wife, Alexandra. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen. A woman who lights a flame inside of me. When I look at her, I can't fucking breathe. I want to swallow her whole. Each night we make love, I can't believe her tits are in my mouth, my fingers deep inside her wet cunt. When she looks up at me with my cock in her mouth, it takes everything in me not to lose it. I fuck her until she can't walk, until she's screaming and there’s a high chance rest of the mansion, all my cousins in their various rooms, will hear us.

After she stepped out of the double doors of her apartment building, I got onto one knee. She came down the stairs and I asked, “Will you be my wife, even though I just met you?”

And she said yes .

That first kiss? Fuck . Soft, wet pillowy lips. And the moans coming out of her as I jammed my tongue in her mouth, marking her as mine, drove me crazy. I brought her home that night, to her real home, but I didn't make love to her yet. I wanted her in my house, close to me, breathing the same air she breathed.

I gave her a tour of my mansion which stands in a vast estate. We were quiet, making sure to speak in hushed tones because we didn't want to wake everyone else in the house. She wasn’t tired anymore, the proposal had made that evaporate.

She marveled as I showed her room after room filled with modern and antique art and furniture, the two family dachshunds following us, curious about this new woman who smelled like grass and bright summer days.

The house tour soon brought back her drowsiness and she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow on my king-sized bed. I could tell she felt safe here. As I watched her, her full lips, her perfect nose and perfect eyebrows, I promised the family members she lost I would take care of her.

She was in good hands.

The morning after, she woke to a flood of new clothes. At the ass crack of dawn, I had my right-hand man and lookalike cousin, Tristan, tell one of our household assistants to get her clothing from high-end stores. She was in a cheap dress, and even though I will always like how sexy it looks on her, she won't be wearing anything below a certain price from now on.

She was more than delighted to see all the new stuff. There was a little whiplash there, a little guilt, but I told her not to worry, that this was nothing and there would be more. Much, much more. She sank back into the pillows on the bed, brought her fingers to her temples and said, “What is going on right now?”

I arranged for people to get her stuff from her apartment, and it was then that she suddenly burst into tears.

“It's just that,” she said in the grand foyer as some of her furniture was being taken down to the basement, “I don't know if I'm dreaming.”

“I don't know if I am, too,” I said. She was wrapped in my arms, her heartbeat against mine, and I breathed in the scent wafting up from her hair. Fuck, she smelled so good.

I called a family meeting in the dining hall. My dozen cousins and their partners and kids along with my mother and sister shuffled in.

“This is Alexandra,” I said, gesturing at her next to me from my position at the top of the long table where my father used to sit as the head of the family. “We are getting married today at City Hall.”

My mother, short and olive-skinned, squealed in delight and ran to Alexandra, locking her in an embrace. I watched amused and a little annoyed because Mama was going to suffocate my fiancée. My sister, a younger version of my mother with my father’s sharp chin, laughed, and joined in the assault on my woman.

“Now,” I said, “no need to squeeze her so hard.”

“It's just unexpected,” Adrianne said. “And you're so beautiful !” she added to Alexandra.

“Thank you,” Alexandra said, red as an apple.

Fuck, I hoped we were not overwhelming her. She giggled as I checked her for signs of asphyxia and her little laugh made me breathe an inward sigh of relief.

After she familiarised herself with the cousins and the kids, it was time to go to the courthouse. I wanted to go immediately . Each moment she wasn’t my wife was torture. Dramatic, but that was what it felt like, for fuck's sake.

But everyone wanted to wear their best and look their best, particularly Mama and Adrianne, who were not expecting this and who wanted to make today memorable.

“You get a new outfit from fucking Prada every day,” I said to Adrianne in her vast, messy room full of plants. “Can’t you wear your old stuff?”

“No, this is a special day,” my sister snapped. “By the way, it has nothing to do with you, but with me. I get to have a sister-in-law. A sister finally.”

“You make it seem like you were never going to get one,” I grumbled. “I was always going to get married.”

“Not with that scowl you weren't,” she said. “You should be lucky somebody even wants you, particularly with your record .”

“First of all, I don't kill for pleasure or greed, but necessity,” I growled. “Secondly, that record is the reason we aren't living like rats anymore.”

“Fair enough,” she said, leaving her room in shorts and an oversized tee so she could go to the Gucci store at the mall.

We finally got to City Hall after three fucking hours. After paying some people so we could speed up the lengthy, arduous marriage process, I barked at the officiant to hurry up, and, afterward, I felt bad so I left him some cash as consolation. I left City Hall with twenty grand less and my new beautiful wife.

Our new life together started immediately as I intended it to. Everything she ate reflected how valuable she was. I took her out to the best restaurants in the city which all belonged to me. She had wide eyes the entire time, and something burned so damn good in me. I love to do things for the people I love. I have more than enough money, and nothing brings me greater joy than to see it bring smiles to the people who matter the most.

Whenever she brought a plate of food to me in my office, draping herself over me like a coat, I ended up fucking the shit out of her because how could I not, with how sexy she is? She did this every day, sometimes twice a day and the fact she loved being fucked like a slut over my desk made my cock hard twenty-four-seven, which can't be healthy.

“Do you ever feel lightheaded?” she asked once, as she peeled my dark suit pants off, freeing my throbbing dick. Each time she sees it, her mouth falls open in a gasp at its sheer size, at all that blood rushing to my cock. I chuckle.

“Sometimes but only when you’re around. Fuck ,” I groan as she takes me into her warm mouth. I should be in a meeting with a couple of shareholders but with the way her full lips are wrapped around my cock head, no fucking way I’m going anywhere.

She looks up at me with those big eyes, and fuck, this woman, where did she come from? How am I so lucky?