The Billionaire’s Bargain Bride

Apology in Bed

SADIE

“You’re the strongest woman I know. Don’t ever belittle yourself.” He was licking and kissing my neck down to my collar bone and also kept on talking.

“We’ll talk, or we’ll fuck. You choose, but we can’t do both.” I was already naked and wet underneath him. My body was on fire.

I was rocking my hips against him, rectifying the ache in my clit. And he just kept talking to tease me until I begged him to fuck me. That’s not gonna happen.

He shook on top of me. “It’s my way of apologizing.”

I blew an exasperating breath, cupped his face, and forced him to look at me. “I don’t want your apology. What you did was amazing, and that speech you did, damn, it made me wet.”

“It’s still my fault I didn’t involve you with my decision, babe.” I blocked his lips with my hand when he tried to kiss me.

“Get off of me so that we can talk,” I ordered.

“No. I’m done. I want to fuck you now.”

“Well, I don’t feel to be fucked anymore.”

“You’re not serious, right?” He was puzzled and was getting used to getting what he wanted from me.

“As a heart attack. I gave you a chance, and you blew it.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You’re still upset.” He didn’t move, pinning me down to make me feel he was still hard as steel pressed against my pubis.

“No. But I lost my desire to make love with you.”

He rubbed his length against my entrance to prove me wrong. “That doesn’t tell the same thing, babe.”

“Of course, I’m still wet, you idiot. Iwasturned on. Now, it’s gone.”

“Let me make you come. I messed up our dinner last night. Let me make up to you.”

“Not with sex. Not all the answer is sex if we have problems, Cenric.”

“I know that, Sadie. But I’m still hard, and I ache for you.”

I rolled my eyes. “This is ridiculous.” I pushed him away from me. He weighed tons for pure muscles and not an ounce of fat in his body. I struggled.

“Let me just eat you.” He used his charm on me. I knew he would, and it was somehow compelling.

“No. I told you, not now.”

He sighed in disappointment. “Blue balls, it is. You’re no fun. Let’s go down and have—what time is it?”

“Lunchtime.”

“But I want you to be my lunch,” he pressed.

“Fine.” I framed his face. “But this is for what you did for me.” I kissed his lips. He was instantly inside me, thrusting deep in me. That was how wet I was. I felt full, and I let go of a satisfying sigh.

“Why didn’t you want me to talk during sex?”

“You’re off-topic. Talk dirty, and then we’re on the same page.”

He grinned against my lips. “Got it, boss.” He cupped my breast, pinching my sensitive nipple. “Do you want this little bud in my mouth?”

“Yes, please?”

He covered it with his hot mouth, sucking and licking around my areola before biting my nipple enough to cause pain. That pain gave pleasure as well. I writhed under him as he ran his tongue through the valley between my breasts. He paid attention to my other breast as well. It was getting more sensitive, and I was getting soaked, dripping with my wetness down my forbidden hole.

He bent down and knelt on the bed, lifting my foot over his shoulders, causing me to yelp in surprise. With my thighs wide open, I was utterly exposed, vulnerable in this position, and the anticipation of being thoroughly fucked was banking and banking inside me. At the same time, it made me bold and turned me on even more.

Without a bit of warning, he plunged into me. “Look at you, babe. So wet for me. I can see your clit pulsing for attention.” He pulled out, his gaze pinned between my legs.

I did as he said, but my attention was more on his cock hanging between his thighs. I licked my lips in anticipation as his slit leaked with precum.

“Look at how my cock sink into your pussy, swallowing it inch by inch. The sight drives me crazy.” He inhaled a ragged breath as he thrust inside me and bucked uncontrollably.

I moaned. My muscles began to tighten as the pressure started building and building in my lower belly.

“Yes, babe. Let me fuck you hard until you come around my cock.”

“I’m close.” I clamped around him, gripping him. I could feel every protruding vein in his cock.

“God, woman! You’re the death of me. So fucking good!” He rocked his hips upward, gripping my thighs to squeeze, imprinting my flesh. “You won’t come until I tell you. I know you’re close.”

I thrashed my head against the pillow. I groaned through greeted teeth. “I can’t!”

“Yes, you can!” He thrust harder and harder. I was on edge, yet not there.

I writhed in agony. Cenric precisely knew what he was doing. It was painful torture, but I knew when it happened. It would be unexpectedly explosive and earth-shattering.

“I’m there,” I announced.

“No, you’re not.” He was right.

I lifted my hand, attempting to touch myself. He caught me in the air. “Naughty. But fine.” He pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit, and I thought I had just flown, but it wasn’t until he plunged into me so hard I screamed. My world just shattered into pieces as waves of bliss kept coming and coming until I grew boneless in his mercy.

“Fuck, woman. It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck! Do you want me to come on top of you? Rather not.”

I was dizzy to answer, but I managed to nod.

One single hard thrust into me, a brutal scream erupted from him as he released his semen inside me.

***

I did a surprise visit to the HQ of CENTH. He had his office for Wollf Capital, and Centh HQ was another. A two-story building that seemed nothing special from the outside, aside from the logo and name of their cryptocurrency. The monochromatic gray scheme represented CENTH well.

“Hi,” I greeted the young woman receptionist.

“Can I help you with?” Her gaze was glued to the monitor while she was typing so fast that I envied her ability.

“I’d like to see Cenric.”

“Do you have an appointment with Mr. Wollf, ma’am?”

“No.” My answer lifted her gaze at me.

“Oh. Sorry, Mrs. Wollf.” Her eyes widened. “I don’t know it’s you. We have a lot of women coming over to visit without appointments. I hope I won’t get into trouble.”

“Of course, you’re not.”

“Let me call Theo to help you. Mr. Wollf was working on the project,” she sang out the word project.

“Sounds interesting.” I smiled. Her enthusiasm was infectious.

“Oh, Mrs. Wolff. Everyone is.” She typed something on the keyboard. Then a few seconds later, someone yelled behind me.

“Mrs. Wollf, I’d be so glad to tour you around. I’m Theo.”

“We’ve briefly met at the party.” I smiled at him. I remembered Cenric told me about Theo as a member of the LGBTQIA+ Community.

“Yes. Come with me, please? Thank you, Anya.”

“You must be busy.” We marched to the longest hallway of the building.

“Nah. My boss is.”

“And you’re not?”

“You’re about to see.”

“Cenric praised your work,” I said honestly.

He beamed. “He’s relentless, but he’s the best and made my work a lot easier.” He pushed the door open. The noise and the lights reminded me of a crowded nightclub. But this time, about twenty pairs of eyes were glued to the massive screen on the wall.

“Wow!” I yelled at Theo.

“I know, right?” he said to my ear.

“Where is my husband?” All I could see was the five lines of gaming chairs, and then the rest were sitting on the bean bags and benches.

“Playing?”

“So all he does during working hours is play games?”

“Just wait and do something to catch his attention.”

I stared at him, confused about what he meant. Then I got it. I found the light switch. I turned it on.

They all yelled in annoyance.

“Whoa! Who did that?” that was my husband.

“Me?” I raised my hand.

They turned around as if someone just controlled them.

I smiled and waved my hand. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Mrs. Wollf?” they chorused.

“Wow! I’m famous around here, huh?” I met my amused husband, raising from the chair.

“What a surprise, babe.” He walked in my direction. The rest gave us privacy when he leaned down to kiss me.

“Do you need anything, Mr. Wollf?”

“I have everything I need, Theo. Thanks for bringing her to me.”

“My pleasure.” Theo left.

“Guys, cover me. William, take note of everything you think needs to be taken out, added, or improved. And that level 15? It needs more tasks. It’s easy to level up.”

“Got it, sir.”

“Sorry for pulling you out of your game. Why don’t you have a game console at home? It looks fantastic to work with games and all that stuff. And they seemed pretty excited.”

“It’s The Travelers. The game we are working on.”

“The project they’re excited about?”

“Yes. It’s NFT. Non-fungible Token game. A game that allows the player to earn real money. But it’s in the form of a token. They need first to register in the game to play, create a Centhaddeum account, then swap CT token to CENTH, then CENTH to dollars.”

“Wow! I’m so not Millennial after all.”

“You can catch up. Ready for the tour?” He interlaced his hand with mine.

“I guess so.”

“I’m glad to see you here, babe.”

“Got a little excited when you invited me last night.”

“After our amazing sex?”

“That was okay?”

“Just okay? Thought you came five times.”

I laughed out loud. “Bragging much?”