Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Prologue

Prologue

She is pinned, roughly, between his manly body and the sleek wall. The more he is being vehement on her lips the more she is moaning at the rowdy pressing of his tall and consuming body.

Her lustrous hairs are asking for his attention. He has been dying to touch them since ages. Bunch of nights he has spent watching them sprawled over the pillows, sheets and around her gorgeous face. Unlike before where he had to curb his fingers to not go ahead and touch them, he is playing with them.

Like his hands, his mouth also which was in strict order to not apprize the cooling peace in her, is on its own way to invade and claim her.

Never would he had thought of this surprise. This slayer connection, after a weary day at office, is not less than a surprise to him.

Her naïve mouth and throat couldn't help but moan and moan and moan at the permeated complex magic of his taste.

Dammit, why the hell is he so overpowering? What's my name? Shit, I forgot...

"Elza..." He nips her top lip to invade the celestial heaven.

Elza... yes, it's my name.

Their slick tongues meet as the two fleecy pieces and they suck and suck and suck.

Her mind has gone cloudy with all of this tropic yet rightful moment. His smooching-suck lulls her head and she moans in real ecstasy, forgetting to tremble at the feel of him hard. Instead, her desires soar high with the desperateness she never felt before.

His right arm un-snakes her petite waist to go to the territory of her bare cleavage... that strap off bra is his death. His both hands cup her womanly assets, solacing his longing and enkindling his craves for her at the same time.

Then his mouth on her lips, and hands on her harden buds did not show any compassion.

She was not less either. Her lips go in exact order with his, making him feel loved and desired.

With palms, on his shoulders she could feel him soaked beneath shirt.

Would he make love to her?

Finally???

She has been doing efforts to seduce him since a week to their marriage. After all he is a man, and men have needs. Week point; they cannot control.

The lava trails down to her chin, neck, beauty bones and ears by his sculptous mouth. Hell, she has become lavender everywhere. He yanks off his shirt which was being unbuttoned while he was walking towards walk in closet.

Once, she places her soft palms against his bare hard panes, he excitedly groans. The need surges through his every vein destroying his immune system to her. He feels like he would explode. His heart though would remain on her hand.

He moves back to her inviting lips while his bare and her semi-bare front get meshed together. The royal connection has become hot, requiring the nights of December to let off this heat.

She was too shy to check out herself in full-length mirror in lingerie's. After changing into the third set she had ordered online, she was fixing it like instructed on the box in the dim light.

When he came, like the usual thing, he was about to trigger on the whole lights. Thanks to God that she shrieked to forbid him to do so... But he... Still being adamant, found the button and turned on another dull bulb.

"Airab..." She whispers his name. Her fondling with his magically soft lips is as if new drugs addict to intoxicant items. A drug she needed all her life. All her life?? She is only 18 years!

"Agree to have just sex with me." It was more a suggestion rather a question.

Just sex?

Just sex??

Just sex???

Screw you!!!

Her lips halt but it takes a few seconds to be untangled out of this delicious trap.

They have kissed so much that she cannot feel her lips. They are numb. Her breaths have gone to him as she has his in exchange.

She was extremely scared when she got fixed with him. She is a type of person who does not welcome people easily in her life. He was a special case though. After the lots of struggles, when she finally was able to let him have a little piece of her heart, he had to do the worst blunder ever in the history of mankind; asking his wife to be only in sexual relation with him. Why not emotional and forever relation? Rather than accepting her as a wife from heart and soul, he proposed her for body's lust and hunger.

Nevertheless, the fury kisses the tip of her nose, ruining the moment. How could he back down from his promises of love and propose something very cheap? To his wife who is in his Nikah. I fucking hate you, Airab Haroon!!! Just Hate!!!

His face goes blanch when her 5'9 form gifts him a tough push. Pull is what he was expecting for tonight not push...

She spots his yanked-off shirt, grabs it and wears. The dusky purple color is giving her pink and chocolate aura as if she has just stepped out of his bed.

But her tigress eyes are opposite to it. "Don't you dare to utter a single word more to me, you dash, dash, dash!!!" She wishes she could slap him, tight!

"I am your 'wife' not a whore." Her whole form is emanating the resentment she is currently feeling. "If you want SEX, contact Call Girls and enjoy! Keep your bed warm." She points finger towards him, being disgusted about his proposal. "I would not have a sting of problem with it. But next time you degraded me like this... I will surely beat you!" The agony of her words nurtures her own soul. She isn't a bitch. She is not but her own husband, her dignity protector, abused her more than this.

Dammit, I respected him, so, so much. Where I went wrong that he just abused me, the pain of which cannot ever ebb away. This heart... it brings twinge.

She would never listen to it. She is good with her mulishness and ego and most importantly self-respect. Anyone else can take a round of hell and never come back.

So what if she is a wife of a billionaire. She is feisty as hell too. You dare to mess with her, she will make sure you know what exactly you are and where you stand in her life!