The Billionaire’s Pawn

LONDON

Something’s wrong.

The moment we climbed up Moses’ new private jet, I knew something wasn’t right. I could feel it. I could smell it in the air.

It took a few minutes for Striker to talk to his dad, and they seemed in an intense and emotional conversation. When he came to me, he seemed to have carried the entire world over his shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him as he joined me.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” He held my hand and kissed it. “It’s our honeymoon.”

“And may I remind you, Cade, that I am your wife, and I ought to know everything, I mean everything, especially when he seems troubled. Otherwise, how can I be a good wife if I can’t help him?”

“Point taken, but Dad just got emotional as if I’m joining to fight against Russian-Ukraine conflicts .” Something he wasn’t telling me, or maybe he wasn’t ready. I could work on that.

“So where are we going?” I looked around. The jet was new. The interior was classy, elegant, and customized, way better than Dad’s. I guessed the pros of being married to the son of one of the wealthiest men on earth. “The jet looks fantastic.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

“You still haven’t told me our destination.”

“We will land at Winterbourn and then travel to Burkhese.”

“We’re going to Capria?” My eyes grew big.

“Yes.”

“Oh, my God! It’s awesome.”

“I’m glad you like our destination.”

“Are you kidding me? You’ve been busy for the last couple of days while I just sat in my office and did nothing. You deserve a good getaway.”

“With you. And I want you to have a great time.”

“I already am.” I smiled from ear to ear.

The captain announced overhead that the jet was taking off. I secured my seatbelt. I was not afraid of flying as long as the light was on.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” I cupped his face and kissed him.

He instantly responded, kissing me back. “Me too, baby.”

The take-off went smoothly. A few minutes later, we were thousands of feet above the ground.

As soon as the seatbelt sign was off, the cabin crew came to bring us a bottle of Champagne and glasses and strawberries covered with chocolate.

“This is also a part of your plan?” I asked my husband as I picked a strawberry.

“No. I think it’s part of the menu or maybe a newlyweds package.”

I giggled as I bit the savory fruit. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Well, Moses said he will take care of our travel plans.”

“He really loves you, sweetheart.”

“I guess, in his own eccentric way,” he said with a smile.

“To forever.” I clinked my glass with him before I brought the glass to my lips and took a sip. He did the same.

“Come here.” Striker patted his lap, and I went to him willingly. “Thank you for making me happy.”

“You do make me happy, too, Striker Aodhan Asher Cade. I like your name.”

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“I wanna be Cade. London Cade. It does have a ring to it, right? It’s perfect.”

“I hope you’re not doing it to rebel against your father. But it’s all up to you. Take it or not. What matters is that I am your husband.”

“I’m proud to be your wife. I hope you know that.”

“I know, baby.” He leaned forward, and I leaned in until our lips met. Sparks exploded behind my eyes before they fell closed. Our kiss grew deep to passionate from slow dancing. I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my body against him. My dress came up, and his hand went to my thigh, squeezing a little until I open for him.

As much as I loved and enjoyed kissing him, the crew could come at any moment. I pulled my lips away.

“You’ve never dreamed of sex on the plane?” A smirk curved up his lips.

“Wait here?” I asked in amusement.

“We’re newlyweds. They’ll understand. There’s a room over there.” He pointed at our backs.

“If it’s on your bucket list.” I got up from his lap and smoothened my dress before I walked to the aisle and went to the door. A single-sized bed was covered with a red duvet and petals on the floor.

Striker came from behind, wrapped his arms around me, and started planting kisses on my neck. It didn’t take a long time. My dress fell to my ankles. I was wearing cute white lace undies. He didn’t waste more time. He unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. Then he went on to undress himself.

He was back on me in less than ten seconds, slipping his big hand into my panties. A groan escaped his throat when he found me wet and ready.

“You’re always ready for me,” he whispered. His breathing created a warm effect against my ear. As he slid his finger into my slick folds, he licked the shell of my ear, making me gasp.

I hadn’t faced him, but I knew he was completely naked as he pressed his hard muscles behind me, and his cock was at full mast, poking my lower back.

He bent down, pulling my thong down my feet. I stepped away from it.

“Ahh.” The soft bite shocked me. It stung, but at the same time, it turned me on. I began to pant in anticipation and grew wetter as he licked the spot where he bit me.

“Bend down. Hands on the bed. Spread your legs apart.”

“Cade, maybe-”

“Do it, baby.”

I did as he said and felt utterly exposed, but I trusted him. Before I could say another word, I felt the tip of his tongue on my tiny hole.

“Oh, God.” My hands fisted into the duvet. My knees wobbled.

“You might wanna tone your voice down,” he warned me and went to drag his tongue from my clit, to my wet folds, up to my hole. My face burned. It was mortifying and erotic at the same time- it was hot.

Then he plunged into me and went to my ass again.

“Cade,” I whispered his name.

He didn’t listen. Instead, he fucked me with his tongue. He went down on me every time, but this felt different- wild and bold.

I grew restless, and the sensation of each plunge struck me like a bolt of lightning, completely unavoidable. My head was thrown down, pressed against the mattress as I bit my lip so hard it could bleed.

He continued, alternately fucking me and licking me and biting the cheeks of my ass. When he pressed his thumb against my forbidden orifice, orgasm rushed through me. Then he held me before I fell. I was still panting when he grabbed me by the waist.

I was still incoherent with my orgasm when he had me on his lap. I was soaked as he let me sink down onto his massive length. I gasped at the sudden penetration. I felt so full in this position, and it felt so good.

He began his thrusts, slowly at first. To get his tempo, I had to stifle my moan. Then it turned wild and demanding. I bounced on top of him, but I couldn’t complain. I was losing my mind in ecstasy.

We were sweating. We were both panting, but nothing could stop us. It only took a finger pressed against my swollen clit, and I threw my head back- the pleasure consumed me. My voice gargled in my throat. My orgasm began to build so fast.

He was also close. I could feel it inside me. A bit on the crook of my neck proved my theory, but nothing could stop him now.

My body shook. I gulped a few breaths of air and moaned his name as he fucked me hard from behind. I wanted to reach for him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to see his face as we came together for the first time as husband and wife. And he seemed to hear me.

He held my hips and turned me around to face him. Then he sunk me into his length without mercy, his hands kneading my breasts. This time I cried out in wild abandon. I didn’t care if anyone heard us. All I wanted was to come.

My own orgasm raced through me. I clenched around him one after the other. Gust of liquid pooled through me. Then he groaned out, muscles strained everywhere as he came inside me.

Once we could properly move again, he pulled me and put me beside him as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Well, that was something.” I turned to face him and pressed my lips against him.

“That’s not the reaction I want to hear.”

“What do you wanna hear then?” I arched a brow. “Oh, you have an amazing dick, husband. You shook my world.”

He shook as he tried to hold his laugh.

“Oh, you have a talented tongue, and I love it when you do that.”

He was still laughing.

“Jeez. Your inflated ego, Cade.”

“But I’m awesome, though.”

I got up from bed. “Go ahead. Whatever floats your boat.” I went to the adjacent door. It was a small bathroom with complete toiletries.

Striker came behind me, kissing my neck. “I know we have a lot of things to learn from each other, and I want you to be vocal and honest if I do something you don’t like, okay?”

“And you will do the same.” I pulled out some wet wipes and cleaned up myself.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed me on my cheek before he left. “You’re the best.”

You’re the best. That was all.