Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 62

|Flashback; 5 Years, 3 Months Ago|

My breathing shallows as I keep my eyes closed while the hot water surrounding my body starts to feel heavy on my skin.

My head swirls with moments from when I saw Rhys exercising in the gym this morning and seeing him looking more enticing than ever has stayed on my mind throughout the whole day.

I have been feeling hot and bothered no matter what I had been doing and unfortunately for me, even my day was too occupied to come back home early and take a few pleasurable moments to myself.

But no one is here to interrupt me now.

A small hiss escaped my lips when my fingers travel up and down my soft thigh while my eyes remain closed as my head rests against the bathtub.

My core is aching to be touched and I have full intention of taking good care of it after the long day that I have had.

Rhys and my relationship is far from perfect but what is perfect is the way our bodies always seem to crave each other.

Or perhaps it’s just mine that craves his.

Traitor.

My fingers slide through my slick folds— wet with both the water as well as my arousal— and my entire body shudders in response.

A needy m**n escapes my lips as I sink further into the water, just keeping my head above the surface while I prop my knee up and straighten the other leg as I hear the sound of the water sloshing and spilling onto the floor.

I am lost in a euphoric feeling as images of a very shirtless and sweat ridden Rhys flash through my mind and when I imagine his hands, I imagine the things they would do to me.

“Oh, f**k…” I cry out, unable to control myself from increasing the pace at which my fingers are moving in and out of my p***y while I try to keep my m***s from being too loud.

Rhys’ touch from when we slept together two nights ago is still fresh on my skin and I realise just how much my body craves him.

And I so hate that it does. I hate the fact that I have to work through so many emotions when it comes to this man and he doesn’t give two f***s. I hate whenever I fall weak in front of him.

That is when I feel someone else’s presence in the en suite.

My entire body jerks up when I feel another hand gently grazing the inside of my thigh.

A hand that isn’t mine.

And I know exactly who this hand belongs to.

“That’s it, sweetheart, make yourself cum.” His velvety voice flitters through my ears pulling me right to the edge of the cliff as I continue pleasuring myself, knowing that I will never be done if I open my eyes right now.

His hand joins mine as he rubs my thumb and pushes two of his own fingers inside me along with my own and a gasp escapes my lips as I scrunch my eyes tighter when my walls squeeze around our digits because of the intensity of his presence.

“Just like that, baby, show me how you can finger f**k yourself…” his murmurs fall onto my skin accentuating the intensity of this moment as he loops his free arm around my waist before pulling me towards himself as the pressure between my thighs crescendoes.

And just when I think that I cannot take any more of it, he presses his palm down on my lower abdomen right when he bites down on the most sensitive spot on my neck.

My o****m tears through me at the speed of sound as I cry out in response while my body convulses slightly in the after effects before collapsing against Rhys’ because of the sheer intensity with which I have just come.

Rhys’ hand strokes my head slightly as I slowly open my eyes and when I look up at him from where I am pressed against his chest, I find nothing but raw desire glimmering through his midnight blue eyes.

“I’m taking you into the shower.”

A warning. Not a request.

Something in my lower abdomen flutters at the authority of his tone while I try my best to gather my bearings but Rhys simply scoops me out of the bathtub and picks me up in his arms as he carries me inside the shower glass.

My heart is still racing while my body shivers and I don’t know if it is because of him or the cold.

Once inside the shower, he makes me stand up on my feet and just when I am about to protest about possibly losing balance, he drops to his knees.

My eyes widen as my naked body presses against the cold wall and I look down into his eyes that are currently boring into mine with the intensity of a thousand stars.

“You’re the most incredible woman I have ever laid my eyes on…” he whispers in a voice that is raspy with the weight of his words.

He stuns me into silence as I stare down at him, completely at a loss for words.

“You’re a goddess, Arabella, and I will always worship the ground that you walk on.” His words slur a little and that is when realisation dawns upon me.

Rhys’ inhibitions are lowered.

He’s not in his right state of mind right now.

“How much have you had to drink?” I question sharply, realising that the words that were making my heart soar with happiness would never have been spoken if he was sober.

My heart cracks through the middle but Rhys smirks, not realising the fact that my soul hurts because of him.

How easy it is for him to get drunk and say the words that I crave to hear but I know he would never mean?

That is when he buries himself between my thighs as he licks a long strip through my inner thigh and till my core as my entire body bends forward and I grab onto his shoulders.

My eyes roll back in my head when he doesn’t waste his time and starts devouring me like I am his favourite delicacy in the whole world.

“f**k, sweetheart, you taste so good.” A m**n escapes my lips when he sucks in my clit between his lips and I grip the roots of his hair tightly.

Another o****m builds into me and I feel myself already shattering in his embrace as my breathing increases and my m***s echo through the bathroom over the sounds of the shower.

My mind forgets about all the thoughts that were running through it and when he pushes his tongue inside him, I feel the pressure building once again and for the second time in the last half an hour, I slip off into the deep end.

I fall to my own knees, feeling nothing but pure desire for the man in front of me who is currently drenched in shower water but is looking at me with a look of pure innocence and devotion.

And with nothing else on my mind, I grab the back of his head and drop my lips onto his while he holds onto me like I am his most prized possession.

Nothing about this man is gentle.

Even his love is filled with thorns and cracks in the corners but I know that my heart only belongs to him.

He pulls me onto his lap and then wraps my legs around his waist before I push down his bottoms and slide onto his hard member, claiming my husband, marking him as my own when I bite down on his neck.

“I love you, my Ivy. I really do.”

And that is when a tear escapes the corner of my eye as he continues to make love to me.

He is never really going to love me.

This is just his liquor talking.

|End of Flashback|

“The f**k does your ex want with Cabrera?” Kian’s irritated question flitters to my ears but I am unable to respond.

All I can think about is Rhys.

For five years I have been hiding here, keeping tabs on him from distance, making sure that nothing harms him, and for five years, I have been hating myself for doing all that.

After coming to this place I came to realise the actual dangers that lurk in this world of mafia and hardened criminals. After coming here could I actually see for myself how difficult and dangerous Rhys’ job as the head of the Bratva actually is and how good of a leader he is.

I have seen him create a reign of terror throughout the world while also maintaining a strong reputation for himself.

Five years ago his businesses were dissolved and were taken over by the Clarks but surprisingly though, there is no sightings of Amelia in the last five years. At first I thought that she and Rhys are probably hiding out somewhere trying to ride out the storm created by my sudden disappearance and Rhys losing control of his companies.

But slowly as the world started to forget that Rhys’ business ever existed and my name was swept away by the wind, I started finding it suspicious that Amelia was still nowhere to be found.

What was even more surprising was that no one in the media even talked about it. She was an influential personality five years ago and one day she just dropped off the face of the planet to never be seen again but it was as if no one cared.

Kian said that it is probably Amelia’s karma coming to bite her in the a*s but I have always been curious about what exactly happened to her.

Same was the case with Christopher.

Both of them were responsible for me almost leaving my baby. The nine months of my pregnancy became extremely difficult because of their actions and their were complication that could have been fatal if it hadn’t been for Salazar’s exceptional medical programs.

And no one has seen either one of my culprits in the last five years and I wonder if my darling husband has something to do with that.

I mean, I know Rhys enough to know that he would never kill someone for my sake, so I am assuming that perhaps they pissed him off enough for him to kill them.

But sometimes I do find myself in curiosity of what exactly Amelia could have done to incur Rhys’ wrath.

I mean she is practically the reason why I had such a difficult marriage.

“Arabella.” Kian’s voice distracts me from my thoughts as I find him looking down at me with a worried expression on his face.

I blink a few times, “what?” I ask softly.

Kian’s gaze softens, “I was calling you for the past ten minutes.”

Realisation makes me give him a small, sheepish smile as I look at him apologetically, “I’m sorry, I was just busy thinking…” I say with a shake of my head.

Please don’t ask me about whom.

Kian looks at me wordlessly for a moment and I know he knows exactly what I was thinking about— rather, who I was thinking about.

“What do you wish to do with this situation?” He asks softly.

I take in a deep breath, realising that what I am about to tell him is not something that he will particularly enjoy listening.

“I’ll go in to save Cabrera.” I say without a moment’s thought.

“Absolutely not.” Comes his immediate reaction.

That is when I stand up from behind my desk.

We are both currently in my office that overlooks the Salazar grounds and from this vantage point, I can see all the combat grounds as well as all the way to our children’s school and a high tech hospital at the far bottom in the valley.

“Listen, I told Franco that he would have my protection if anyone comes after him for the Ledger.” I insist.

“You don’t know what the Bratva is after.” Kian points out and I roll my eyes.

“There is no point in acting clueless if we have all the facts and proofs in front of our eyes. There have been possible attacks on Franco since his father died and I’ll be damned if I let someone steal the very thing that I risked my life to retrieve in the first place.” My voice is sharp and authoritative and Kian looks like he wishes to argue but does not have the words for it.

“Are you sure you wish to encounter your husband?” He asks dejectedly.

“Ex-husband.” I remind him, “and no, there is no way that I will be encountering him.”

Kian quirks a brow, “meaning?”

I smirk at that, realising that I am about to do something that I excel at.

“Meaning that this will all be done in stealth.” I say and Kian’s eyes shine with recognition, “no one will ever find out about it. Not even Rhys Mikhailov.”

And when Kian’s lips match my smirk, I know that we’re on the same page for this.