The Rich Life

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Viktoriya POV

I hadn't expected for Adam to call me back. Pleasure for him was nothing serious. Nor had I expect him to ask me to be his girlfriend. But I happily agreed. Stealing the most desired billionaire in the whole of America was my favourite achievement to date. I waited outside the restaurant for him, the paparazzi snapping dozens of photos, me smiling at the treat they'll have today. The richest man in the world with the most beautiful women in the world as they called me. I heard his car screech up to me, and he rolled down the window.

"Get in the car," He said, his voice lacking any warmth. I stepped in and gave him a kiss on the lip. He responded hungrily, him biting my lower lip. I gave a satisfied sound whilst people screamed around us, going crazy. If this wasn't official, I don't know what was. I gave a smile to myself. Adam wasn't in love with me, I know that already. This was an act of passion and sweet hatred. Might as well enjoy the ride with him whilst it lasted. On the ride to his house, I took a few pictures for Instagram. His hand on the wheel. Me smiling whilst Adam looked expressionless in his sunglasses. It's not even sunny.

"Adam, baby, take off the glasses. It's not even that bright!" I ran my hands across his broad chest. He didn't even move.

"Don't tell me what to do. I hate lovey-dovey antics," He snapped. Something was clearly wrong with him and I let him be. He will soften over time. Through the corner of my eyes, I thought I saw the shimmer of tears but I think it was just the light playing tricks. He always viewed me as detestable yet I always anticipated the moment when he would call me, to love me for a few seconds. However infrequent.

He parked up, practically dragging me inside to his impressive home. This was the first time I've ever been here, all of our hook-ups had been in a hotel. I felt like a princess wandering down the halls. Adam took off his sunglasses and an even smarter man emerged from one of the rooms.

"Adam we seriously need to talk about-" He was interrupted midway

"I don't give a fuck right now Anthony,"

He guided me to his room, whilst I giggled. The man, Anthony, looked crestfallen as he watched helplessly. Adam knows I like it rough and hard. I couldn't help but stretch out on his bed and he quickly unfastened his belt and unzipped himself from that stifling suit. I watched his toned body reach into the draw to get something. Then he got onto the bed and grabbed me by the waist, flipping me over so my ass was exposed to him.

He forced himself inside me and I let out a gasp. Adam was probably the hardest I've ever felt. I let my hair come tumbling down my shoulders and he took both of my arms and pinned them to behind my back. I felt cold metal touch my warm skin as handcuff were clicked onto my wrists. I let out a whimper, trying to let him know how bad I wanted it. Adam whispered in my ear about all the truly sinful things he would do to me as thrust into me, covering my mouth to suppress my moans. He breathed heavily into my ear and it gave me shivers down my body.

My whimpers became more desperate and to shut me up, he got me on my knees and pushed his member into my mouth, almost making me gag. He forced my chest into the wall and continued to thrust into me, showing no gentleness nor emotion in what he was doing. His hands wrapped themselves around my neck until I felt light-headed. My breasts rubbed against the cold, hard wall as he pressed into me.

Pulling back, he grabbed me and threw me onto his bed, leaving bruises on my hips and red marks at where his hands were. My legs were pushed over his shoulder and he sped up the movement of his hips. I panted to him that he should go slightly slower, which made him go faster. He kissed my delicate neck, leaving little red marks. Adam suddenly slowed down but tightened his grip on me. I felt him throb inside of me as he came, filling my aching, shaking body with heat. He pulled out and uncuffed me, going into the bathroom to clean himself up.