The Billionaire’s Bargain Bride

Rough

SADIE

“Seriously, bro?” Cas threw his hands in the air as he walked into the kitchen. “You don’t trust me anymore?” Well, he looked pissed, and a pissed Wollf was just as scary as the big bad wolf.

“Whoa whoa whoa! I didn’t tell you because I didn’t actually plan on coming here. It just happened, okay? And now that you’re here are you gonna glare at me the whole day?” Cenric offered his hand for a handshake.

Cas just stared at it, then at his brother, at me, and the guys already left as soon as they found out Cas was outside the gate. “Fine.” He hugged his brother instead. “You’re gonna make it up to me.”

“Whatever. Breakfast?”

“Nah.” He sat on the stool. His eyes were like a hawk as he pinged pong between Cenric and me. “You two made up?”

“Save your breath. Why does everyone making it like a black hole kind of big deal? Why are you really here?”

“Play nice.” I hit my husband on his arm. “How do you like the house, Cas?”

“It’s a little extreme for me, but for a married couple, this is great, guys.”

I stared at my husband. “He doesn’t know, does he?”

Cenric looked at me. “He knew I have properties. He knew my assets. If I am still single and something happens to me, he will take over the company and control my assets. But he doesn’t know I built a house, and he doesn’t know this address. So, how did you find out, bro?”

“Seriously? Why do I get the feeling that you’re not pleased that I found out this address?” His brow cocked up. “Is there something I should know about?”

“Do you two need privacy?”

“No,” they said in unison.

“He shouldn’t keep secrets from you, Sadie,” Cas said.

“Something’s going on between you two then?”

“I’m just finding it hard to believe that I’m the last person to know about this house.”

“Now you’re making this a big deal.” He sighed exasperatedly. “You know, as soon as I got engaged, I eventually had to have my own house, and I wanted it to be new, and I’m very particular with details, so I decided to help design it.”

“It’s Michael’s?”

“Yes.”

“I can see his trademark everywhere. He did great, though.”

I listened to their repartee for a couple more minutes. Then just like that, they were now laughing, fist-bumping, and walking out of the kitchen as Cenric toured his brother in the entire house.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

When we reached the family living room, it was kind of private among the other livings. Cenric hugged me from my back, kissing the side of my head. His brother started looking at their pictures from their childhood until Cenric’s birthday recently. I also have photographs on my own—taken from high school graduation, college, our wedding photos, and our honeymoon in GoldenEye.

“You’ve been quiet,” he whispered to me.

“I love listening to you two yell at each other, then laugh as if nothing happens.”

“I love him no matter what.” Cas must have heard what I said. “He’s still my brother, and we’re grown-ups. A part of it is that we don’t share some stuff if it’s too personal unless it could put our lives in danger. So, I’m cool with it. Besides, I do have done some things, and I didn’t feel like oblige to tell him.”

“I guess I didn’t experience this kind of relationship. If you call, locking up your sibling in the room is love, then I experienced it. I really admire you both.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, babe.” Cenric kissed the top of my head. His brother smiles unknowingly. He might also figure out what Cenric and I started to get along. So well that I barely got enough rest the entire night.

“Well, then. How do you feel about this house, Sadie?”

“I fell in love the first time I stepped into the entrance. I feel the homey positive vibe.”

“Does this mean you both are gonna start a family?”

“Casimir.” A groan roared from his chest vibrated against my back.

“What’s wrong with my question? Unless you two don’t like kids.”

“Jesus.” Cenric tightened his arms around me. “Forgive my brother, babe. He can be annoyingly intrusive sometimes.”

We settled on the off-white couch. Cas was on the single sofa. “I totally get it. You want to take things slow, still in the getting to know stage.” He rubbed his clean chin as he watched us with those scrutinizing dark eyes.

I chuckled. “How about you? Any girlfriends?”

“I didn’t come here to talk about my life, but no girlfriends as of this moment. I was worried when my brother didn’t reply to my message. So, I figured to ambush him. Then I came to an empty penthouse. Now I figured out why he’s not answering. He’s been busy.”

“He doesn’t do girlfriends, babe. It’s not like you didn’t already know that I’m always busy. When I am not, then that’s the time you get worried.”

“I mean busy with some…thing…else.” He smirked.

Son of a gun.

“And is it a bad thing?” Cenric asked.

“Agh. I’m outta here.” I rose from the very comfy couch. “You two can discuss alone because I can feel it that there’s something Cas wanna talk about that he can’t tell you in front of me. So, I’m going to check out the pool.”

Cenric took hold of my hand. “It’s freezing, babe.”

“There’s a pool heater. But I might check something out online and max my card.”

“Good idea.” He grinned at me.

“You’re something, Wollf.” I shook my head in amusement. I actually wouldn’t do either of those.

***

When his brother left, Cenric kept himself busy in the library. If it wasn’t for lunch, he might have planned to stay there for the whole day.

I could feel it in my guts. His sudden behavior changes had something to do with their talk in private. But I couldn’t pry. If they trusted me, and if Cenric trusted me enough, he would willingly share it with me.

In the evening, after our earth-shattering orgasm, he didn’t cuddle me as we usually did. He just kissed me and left the room. I might have fallen asleep before he came back.

I woke up to the groaning in my ear—it was Cenric while he was asleep. He might have had a bad dream.

“Cenric?” I turned to him and woke him up. “Cenric, wake up.” I shook him, but he was still sleeping, sweating profusely with his eyebrows meeting together. His forehead wrinkled. He constantly thrust his head into the pillow.

“Cenric! Babe!” I shook him hard, and that was how he jolted.

He still looked disoriented, catching his breath until he recognized me.

“Bad dream?”

He swallowed and licked his lips. “Come here.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Just a bad dream.” He pulled me into his arms, held my jaw, and forced my head into the position he wanted. With his free hand, he started touching me, kissing me, sucking the back of my neck. In just seconds, he was hard, and I was quick to be turned on as he knew where my weak spot was.

My eyes slid shut as he hooked his fingers into the band of my panties. In a second, the thin garment was off my foot. He then dipped his fingers in between my thighs, seeking, searching for my wet flesh. Each ran of his fingers electrified my skin.

He groaned against my back as if he had just found his reward. He started grounding, thrusting his hard length into the crack of my ass.

I sighed, grounding back my ass against his length. Delicious friction created a bolt lighting up my spine.

With a shuddering breath, he gave a stroke against my already swollen clit, his free hand on my heavy breast, rolling my hardened nipple between his fingers. The pain of its roll gave it more pleasure.

Without warning, he plunged into me. I gasped in shock against the pillow, and it stung as if needles pricked me a thousand times. Then he slanted his hips, thrusting, thrusting, faster, and faster, harder and harder.

The squeeze on my breast was maddening while he was fucking me without mercy. His breathing blew hard against my back until he sank his teeth against the flesh on my shoulder I knew would leave his mark after this. So this was what he told me he fucked.

As a matter of fact, he fucked me hard that I saw stars and felt the pain. With his humongous length filling me, he stretched me more than before.

I let him.

I gave him what he wanted. I pushed my ass back. He grabbed and lifted my leg, and I was too exposed and vulnerable, and my body at his mercy.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded. His voice was rough, coming from his chest. His plunged was brutal, and I thought I would crack open.

I did as he asked. Then I began stroking. I gasped at my first touch. After a few strokes of my clit, my head thrashed back. It shocked me as I came so hard around him.