All Chapters of Wild Billionaire Romance: Possessive Billionaires, Dangerous Desire, and Forbidden Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MEREDITH Waking up to find my sexy new husband’s head between my thighs had been quite thrilling. Sitting in the seat beside him on his private aircraft while he studiously ignored me?Not so much.I wasn’t being fair.He had work to do. And if that wasn’t a reminder for me to notify my bosses I was leaving, hopefully transferring to one of their locations in the city, I wasn’t sure what was.I went to my email app and sent a quick letter to my boss, explaining my sudden marriage and move to NYC.Josef had explained he worked out of his Manhattan apartment, and that was where we would both be living.He was rich, yeah, but I enjoyed my work. He hadn’t mentioned me quitting, so I was not about to bring it up.My job as an intake counselor was meaningful and brought me solace. It gave me a purpose beyond myself, and I’d met so many wonderful people. People who really cared about people and tried to make a difference.God knew, I tried.I’d worked to help women get out of d

JOSEF The atmosphere inside Adrik’s enormous office shifted as everyone’s attention turned to me. I pretended not to notice at first.New York City was shrouded in clouds, visible through the window wall behind Adrik’s massive desk and chair. I huffed out a sigh.Fucking busybody motherfuckers.“Alright, Josef. We’ve waited a week, but you’re still keeping to yourself. No more hiding. Tell us,” Adrik said.“Fuck,” I muttered, rubbing my hand across my face.“I know I was fucking with you before, but you are family, Josef. You can tell us anything,” Marat said.“Fine, You know I married her. I married Meredith⁠—”“Wait. Meredith? Why do I know that? Holy shit. You married Meredith Gray! The girl you used to bodyguard?” Marat asked, his mouth dropped open.“She’s thirty fucking two years old. Not a girl. Not underage. And she’s my wife,” I growled.“No! I mean, yeah! But she was in high school⁠—”“I never fucking touched her until she turned eighteen. And it was only once

MEREDITH The next day, I didn’t bother texting my husband. He texted me first.Josef Good morning, Little Red. Have a good day. I stared at the message for the fiftieth time since getting in the SUV. The rain had finally let up and there was a patch of blue sky peeking between the rolling clouds and skyscrapers.“Mrs. Aziz, are you ready?” Mario asked, and I realized we were already at the shelter.“It’s Meredith,” I tried again.“I don’t think so,” Mario replied and exited the vehicle.Trying to get inside was chaotic, which was usual. There was a front guard, and another on the floor of the shelter.Weird. He wasn’t there yesterday.When we finally made it to the interior office, Sr. Elise was openly sobbing. She ran over and hugged Mario enthusiastically, thanking him.“No worries, Sr., Sigma International is happy to do this,” he said, allowing her to pinch his cheeks.A crazed sounding laugh escaped my mouth as my gaze flashed from Sr. Elise to Mario and back. I

MEREDITH When Josef slammed the door, alerting me to his presence just as Walter was getting to the goods, I almost died from a heart attack.“Yeah, Baby. We’re going to fuck. Now, tell me what you want. Tell me you want this dick.”I suppose I should tell him. What else did I have to lose?“I want it, Husband. I want your dick inside me,” I said.After a beat, I stood up in the tub.“Come here,” he growled, and my body obeyed.My feet moved of their own accord, my entire being complied with his demands. I didn’t even realize I still held Walter, my bright pink suction vibrator, until Josef took it from me.He hummed deep in his throat, his gaze traveling down my dripping body.“On the bed, Wife. Legs open.”I scrambled onto the bed and gasped as the cool blanket touched my warm, damp skin.My breathing was wild and unsteady as I flipped onto my back and watched Josef approach.He was so fucking beautiful.My mouth watered. My heart pounded. My pussy clenched.He was

JOSEF I felt her tense, and I rubbed my palm up and down her back.God, I loved touching her.She was so soft, so warm.“Do you want to tell me?” I asked, allowing myself to hope.“I think I have to tell you,” she replied, and I frowned.Have to wasn’t the same as want to. I tensed.A bad feeling crept through me as I held my wife in the dimly lit guest room. We should probably move to our bed, but I was too comfortable to get up just yet.Besides, I didn’t want to break the fragile trust we were building.“I need you to understand what really happened all those years ago.”“Okay,” I whispered.“That night, at the stroke of midnight, when I turned eighteen, I could hardly breathe when I found you in the garden,” she whispered.I was immediately thrust back in time to that night. Fuck, she was so beautiful. A redheaded angel, skin so soft and pale, she’d glowed in the moonlight.“It was the sweetest thing, making love to you that first time. Giving myself to you so com