His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Chapter Twelve Andres

Iwalked into the condo after my wife.

Fuck.

Heat filled me. Ellie was finally mine.

My wife.

Just the thought had my cock hardening behind my pants.

I watched the layers of her skirt swirl around her calves, and goddamn I swear I felt the entire world shift on its axis.

I told Ellie I wanted a wedding night.

A real one.

I wanted this marriage to be real, and that included a mature, consensual, sexual relationship.

And she agreed.

She fucking agreed.

I’d been waiting for that moment all night long. I craved her touch. Needed to feel her writhing beneath me.

From the second I saw her walking towards me down the aisle, across the black carpet that glittered with hundreds of sparkles sewn across it, making it look like she was floating across a piece of the night sky, I wanted her with a fierce hunger I could barely comprehend.

For months, I’d watched Ellie from afar. I’d wondered about who she really was, what she was running from.

I’d been inexplicably drawn to the woman with the mischievous light dancing behind her gold-green eyes from the first second I saw her.

But I never imagined she’d ask me to marry her. Even if it wasn’t for the usual reasons.

Love could come later.

But the moment she’d said I do, there was no going back. Not for me. Not for her.

Ellie was going to be mine forever.

Obsessive much?

Fuck yes.

I stretched my neck, my hungry gaze eating up every inch of her as she drew closer.

Ever since the wedding march hummed from the small quartet, playing unobtrusively from beneath an arch decked out with flowers and ribbons, I’d been revved up like an engine idling just waiting for permission to blast off.

It was still something I needed to process, that I was a married man. That I was married to the woman who consumed my every thought.

The wedding itself went without a hitch. The event planner had outdone herself. It was everything I’d imagined.

I paid well, so it was to be expected. But seeing the delight on Ellie’s face as she’d taken in every detail had been worth all my meticulous planning, the emails, and lists of things I’d wanted for tonight.

Getting married on October 31st warranted a little something extra. Getting married to Ellie demanded it.

My mother had been uncertain about the whole Halloween thing, but honestly, I couldn’t have been happier with the results.

The wedding theme was perfect. Ellie was perfect. Dressed in black like the sultry seductress she was. Hell. I couldn”t take my eyes off her the whole night.

Never had I encountered a woman so damn mysterious, so alluring. I wanted to learn all her secrets. To discover every inch of her myself.

It was like she wore a mask every day of her life. Like she was hiding something from the public.

Something so dark and secret, so utterly wild, that whoever had witnessed it before had told her to hide it.

I would never do that to her.

Never.

I craved Ellie’s wild side. I wanted to see it. To learn every secret and dream. Everything she yearned for.

And I wanted to be the one to give it to her.

Desire roared to life like a hungry beast, gnawing at my insides.

Fuck, I need this woman.

She was mine now, and that meant every single part of her was mine, too.

Her steps slowed as she turned to face me, and I froze, watching her like a wolf eyed his next meal.

All of Manhattan glittered behind her like a billion dollar backdrop, but my gaze was riveted to my bride.

“So, what now?” she whispered the question.

Ellie held me captive with her golden green eyes riveted to mine.

All my attention was on her, for her, and that was dangerous.

For both of us.

I”d seen men obsessed with their women. And it wasn”t always pretty.

Take the dangerous men I worked for.

I knew the things they’d done to keep their wives. And I knew the things I was willing to do for mine.

That was my fate now.

I was not just a man trying to leave his mark on the world. Not some poor kid from Hoboken looking to make bank. I was a husband. A father. Protector.

And a lover.

“Now, we make this legal,” I replied, lifting my hand to flash the platinum band I would never take off.

“Now we make this legal,” she repeated.

Ellie licked her lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her increased breathing.

Why so nervous, Lupina?

She wasn’t afraid of me. I knew she wasn’t. We’d been together intimately once before.

I knew she knew I wouldn’t hurt her.

No, her reticence was from something else. A sliver of self-doubt, perhaps. Or a memory of something her fucking prick of an ex said or did.

Fury filled me for an instant, but I pushed it away.

That prick would get what was coming to him. And I’d be the one to deliver it.

But those dark thoughts were for another time.

I took off my jacket and pulled on my bow tie, loosening it. Ellie followed suit, kicking off her low heels.

“Can you?” she asked, turning away from me, and offering me a view of the dozens of tiny buttons down her back.

“Yeah,” I whispered, and squeezed my hands together to stop them from shaking.

I was smoother than that, for fuck’s sake.

My heart was pounding as I worked those buttons free, revealing her smooth, soft, pale skin as I went.

The flash of something around her waist caught my eye, and I bit back my groan.

A garter belt.

She was wearing a fucking garter belt.

I forced myself to step back. My eyes bored into her flesh, trying to imprint that moment on my brain.

As if I could forget how she looked. My Lupina. Sweetness and sin wrapped up in silky black lace.

“Turn around,” I commanded.

She did. Holding her dress to her chest.

“Take it off, Lupina. Show me.”

She swallowed and nodded, holding the gown to her breasts while tugging off her sleeves one at a time.

Then, all of a sudden, she let go.

And I forgot how to breathe.

Holy. Fuck.