Covet: Trusting the Billionaire (The Trophy Wife Book 4) by Charlotte Rose Page B

jaw lock. He puts our son on the bed and fixes me with his penetrating gaze.
    “I was going to show you the letters, but—”
    “And you believed it?” Julian interrupts with an angry roar. “You didn’t question it at all? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
    “Of course I didn’t believe it at first, but then you started to raise my suspicions.”
    “There is no way I would ever cheat on you, not in a million years,” Julian says firmly. “Those phone calls, text messages, and letters must all be connected to the same person. Do you have any of the letters you’ve received?”
    “Yes, I saved one,” I reply and stride to my walk-in closet to retrieve it. I hand it to him.
    Julian reads the letter carefully. He grabs my cell phone from the bed stand. “I’ll be back,” he says before leaving the bedroom.
    He comes back looking perplexed, with the letter and my phone in his hand. “No fingerprints on the paper. There is no way to identify the person who sent this letter. I’m also unable to find out who the caller is.”
    Julian waves the letter in the air. “Cheryl, I clearly told you to approach me any time you had doubts about me, regardless of what I’m doing or how busy I appear.”
    “I know,” I respond meekly, like a child who has been scolded.
    Julian takes out his cell and makes a call. A few moments later the nanny enters the bedroom, takes our son in her arms, and leaves, quietly closing the door behind her.
    “Now answer me truthfully.” Julian approaches me and strokes my face tenderly. “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes,” I respond.
    “Good,” Julian replies with a satisfied smile. “Because I’ve missed you so much.”
    I lock eyes with him and grin. “I’m yours to take.”
    He lifts me and carries me downstairs into the “rape room,” then locks the door securely. The role play begins the second the door is locked.
    “Stop, please don’t do this,” I scream.
    Julian covers my mouth with the palm of his hand. “Shut up, I’ve got a whole load for you.”
    Julian shoves me onto the four-poster bed and violently rips off my robe and lingerie. With a snap of his finger, he turns on the music player. Classical music plays through the speakers situated around the room.
    Julian spreads my legs wide. He gets on top of me, securing me firmly underneath his rock-hard, muscular body. I squirm and protest but this just gets him revved up and he thrusts inside me.
    Julian sets a hardcore pace as I wrap my arms around his upper back, feeling the flex and pull of his muscular back. He is merciless, drilling into me as though he were fucking me for the first time. I scream with each lunge of his hard cock inside me.
    As soon as Julian leans slightly forward, he positions himself in such a way that he hits my g-spot and c-spot exactly at the same time—building me up for a blended orgasm.
    My core clenches tight, and one final hard thrust sends me spiraling into bliss. I scream out as the orgasm shakes me; my body spasms violently. I feel his liquid heat jet inside me as Julian hisses and grits his teeth loudly in my ear.
    Unbeknownst to him, as he jerks against me, milking out the entire contents of his balls inside me, I find this an opportune time to mark my property.
    I ram my nails into Julian’s back and drag them down deeply as I let out shrill screams. I can feel a tinge of wetness coating my finger. I’ve drawn blood; that should leave a nice mark for any bitch coming close to my husband.
    Julian doesn’t seem to mind. He grunts as he finishes cumming inside me. I feel the liquid heat spreading upward and deeper inward, coating my entire inner walls and stomach.
     
    For the next few weeks, Julian is very busy. He leaves the house at 7 a.m. and comes home at 9 p.m., so we eat a late dinner together every evening . He promises to not go away on any more trips until he finds out who is behind the letters, phone calls, and text messages.
    On Thursday evening, Julian is still not