Bargain Bride: The Billionaire’s Forced Wife

MOANS AND GROANS filled the whole CEO’s office in the Vitali Empire’s building. For the people outside, that hour is just a normal time of the day, as they were busy finishing their workloads needed for the day. They where oblivious to the noises their bosses are making in their office.

Chiara grabbed her husband’s hair as Ezio went down to her intimate area. That part is so sensitive that just a breath from her husband made her whole body shiver. Her grip tighten as Ezio stick out his tongue to taste her skin.

“Oh my,” she moaned as her back arched because of the sensation. Her husband teased her entrance using his wet tongue, its tip gently lapping her folds and her sensitive bud.

“Don’t tease me, tesoro,” Chiara pleaded to her husband as her hand tried to push his head towards her skin. “Give it to me, please.”

She felt him smile against her skin. Just a second later, his lips covered her wet bud, sucking it like a nipple. Chiara almost pulled Ezio’s hair because of the sensation.

Her moans grew louder as Ezio licked and lapped her folds, and it even went louder to the point her voice cracks when he entered two fingers inside her. It explored her insides, seemingly looking for the best spot to tease.

When he found the right rhythm for her, Ezio multitasked on moving his fingers in and out as his tongue do the second work. He can taste his wife’s juices, tingling his tongue, and it encouraged him to do more; to mess her more.

After a few strokes, he felt her body shudder with sensation as he tasted more of her juices gushing out from her. Chiara let out a long and satisfied moan before her grip on his hair was removed, and her hands rested on her sides.

Ezio stood up and stared at his wife’s delicate face. Her forehead glistening with sweat even though the whole room is air conditioned. Her chest was heaving, moving up and down, as she seemed to be catching a lot of breaths.

Suddenly, a sound of a zipper being opened and a belt hitting the ground was heard. Chiara opened her eyes to see what her husband is doing.

Ezio pulled Chiara’s feet until it was dangling from the edge of his table. Chiara saw his smiled at her before going down to kiss her lips. One of his hands touched the table for support, while the other one touched his wife’s jaw to deepen their kiss.

He was so hard that his manhood doesn’t even need a support to guide it in her entrance. With the sloppy liquis surrounding his wife’s folds, his manhood entered it with ease, even creating a lewd sound.

“Tesoro,” Chiara spoke between their kisses, adding more carnal desires to her husband.

He slowly moved in and out of her, savoring the warmth and tightness of her body. Chiara cannot believe how insatiable her husband is, because on the first years of their marriage, he never showed any glimpse of lust for her, even respecting her physical boundaries.

Now, since he was fully recovered and she took the initiative, Ezio wouldn’t let a day pass without them savoring the heat of each other’s body. Just once a day isn’t enough for him.

Today, he ravished her once just after she woke up, and another one before they went out for work. Now, he is having her third meal with her.

Ezio groaned as he plunged himself deeper and deeper each time, hitting all of Chiara’s sensitive spot. Their lips still entangled as he ravished her body, and his right hand went from her jaw, down to her breast, before teasing her small buds for a short time. Then, it slid down to her folds, looking for the sensitive bud that he lapped earlier.

“Too much, ah!” Chiara exclaimed as Ezio played with different parts of her body at the same time. The pleasure was too much for her to take that her eyes rolled back, blinding her.

She was starting to question how her husband got that good in this matter. The first time they did this, Ezio looked like he was still learning, as if he doesn’t know what to do. But just after a few weeks, he now looked like a professional.

Chiara locked her husband using her legs, making his go deeper with every thrust. She was about to hug him closer when they heard a voice from the intercomm.

“Signora Chiara, Ezio my friend, I’m here, ” Dante’s voice echoed in the intercomm. “I have something to report.”

Hearing that, Chiara assumed that Dante has an important thing to report. Thus, she slightly pushed her husband away from her body.

“Dante’s outside,” she spoke between her moans. “We to talk to him.”

But her words fell on deaf ears. Ezio kept on thrusting fast and hard that the whole table shake, the paper contents scaterring on the floor. She wanted to stop her husband, but her body betrayed her. Her body automatically received his thrust, moaning his name like a drug.

Dante, on the other side of the door, doesn’t know what’s happening inside. He tried talking to the intercomm several time, only not to receive any response.

He decided to just sat outside and read some magazines. He thought they were having a meeting, so he waited, not having an idea on what’s going on inside.

Back at the office, Ezio’s groan louder as he felt his release coming. He already made his wife reached heaven a couple of time, and now, it’s his turn.

Hearing her husband’s growl, Chiara intentionally contracted her muscles, making her insides tighter than before. It created a strong sensation on Ezio’s manhood, which encouraged to make his release faster.

After three pumps, a warm liquid shoot inside Chiara’s canal. Both of them closed their eyes, savoring the feeling of ecstasy with each other’s embrace. Ezio planted kisses on her face while huffing.

When the pleasure subsided, they let Ezio’s manhood to become flaccid, before it pulled out itself. Chiara felt something was missing when their body separated.

“We have to clean up, cara,” Ezio whispered before biting her ear.

He chuckled as his wife giggled, her face still flushed because of their intimate deed. He reached for the tissue before cleaning both of them.

After a few minutes, the office now looked like nothing nastu happened inside. Chiara even opened some air freshener and sprayed perfume so that the smell of their deed will not be noticed.

Chiara fixed her husband’s suit as Ezio did the same to her. They looked at each other in the mirror and laughed together because of their doings.

“He must be waiting for a long time. Let’s get him in,” Chiara spoke. Her husband kissed her for once before opening the door for Dante.

Dante, who was almost asleep, was startled when he heard the door opened. He hurriedly stood up and saw his friend and his wife standing. He even looked around to see who they have a meeting with before him.

“It’s just the two of you?” he asked when he saw no one aside from them.

Ezio nodded with a poker face, trying to supress a smile. “Yes. What makes you think we have another visitor?”

“But it took you a long time to open the door,” he responded. “I thought you-”

His words stopped when he thought of something green. His face contorted while looking at his friend. “Really, man? In office? Really?”

Ezio looked at him as if he was innocent. “What do you mean?” he asked, while he was laughing out loud inside.

Chiara nudged her husband before looking at Dante. “Please come inside. Sorry for making you wait.”

Without a question, Dante walked inside the office while holding a attached case. He looked like a lawyer because of his attire, which was very seldom because he looked like an idle person looking for a job most of the time.

“So,” Chiara spoke after she sat on the couch. “What is your report all about?”

Dante opened the attached case before handing the couple different papers that contains the report. “The result of the examination on Marco’s belongings has been given to us. The contents are on the paper I provided,” he spoke while motioning the papers.

“We found out several fingerprints in his belongings, especially on his wallet and bag,” he explained, as he pointed the picture that contains the things Marco left. “We run an investigation on those prints and we found out that those prints came from these mercenaries.”

He gave another set of papers. There are pictures of different men, together with their information. From the looks of it, there are over ten men in the list. Just the thought of these people torturing Marco before he died sent chills to Chiara’s bones.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Did you found where these mercenaries came from?” Ezio asked while examining and remembering the faces of those men. “Most mercenaries are under various organizations.”

“They were from Pescara, ” Dante answered. “We were still not sure of the specific place, but we were leaning between the northern and eastern part of it.”

Ezio rested his back on his chair. “Giovanni grew up in Pescara.”

It was just one sentence, yet it mean a lot. Chiara was wondering how Giovanni got those mercenaries, but hearing that sentence from her husband made her think that Giovanni really have a lot of resources and people to use.

“Aside from that,” Dante gave a picture of a shoe which they assumed was owned by Marco. Nothing was really interesting in the picture until Dante pointed his finger to certain spot with red paints. “A drop of blood was retrieved on his shoe. The blood came from one of the mercenaries.”

“However, we didn’t find anything that could connect to Giovanni. We were thinking of interrogating some of the mercenaries, but we still need your permission,” he added.

Ezio gave him the permission immediately. “Interrogate one of them. Make sure it will be discreet or Giovanni will think that we’re moving against him.”

“How could I do it discreetly, my friend?” Dante asked. “We have to kidnap that person, of course. That won’t be discreet.”

“Then make it look like he wasn’t abducted by us,” Ezio replied with a glint in his eyes, before it softened as he looked at his wife. “Use other people who have a bad impression on that mercenary you chose. Make it look like they abducted him.”

Dante’s smile grew wider. “That’s my friend! Welcome back!” he exclaimed as he was happy that his friend is now back on his ruthless and manipulative personality.