No Promises: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance by Michelle Love (3)

No Promises Extended Epilogue: A Billionaire Romance

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Noosh sighed and rolled her eyes. “India. Ornella. Montecito. If you’re not down in this kitchen in five seconds…”

“Take a chill pill, Mum.” Her seven-year-old daughter, her long dark curls flying behind her as she scooted into the kitchen, gave her mother a wide grin. “I was just getting my stuff.”

“Your Granny will be expecting you to get up on time for all the things she has planned.”

India shrugged. “I will be. And Granny is much softer than you.”

“Ha, not that I noticed when I was growing up, Pooh.” Noosh, her irritation gone, ruffled her daughter’s hair. She out down a bowl of cereal in front of her, then took her seat, grinning at India. “She was scary.”

“That’s because you are her daughter, but I am her grand-daughter. Grand. That means I don’t get told off as much as you.”

“Is that so?” Noosh was amused by her daughter’s logic. “In that case…ha, I bet she doesn’t let you eat candy though.”

“No. Unless it’s Indian sweets, then it’s okay.”

Noosh sighed. Her mother’s traditional Indian sweets were utterly addictive, being as they were stuffed full of fat and sugar. “Not too many, though, Pooh.”

“I know. Is Daddy up yet?”

Noosh chuckled. “The only person I know who can sleep longer than you.” As she spoke, she heard Christo shuffling sleepily into the kitchen. Pretending not to see him, she winked at India. “Well, he sleeps so long because he’s a very, very old man, now, Pooh and…”

Her words broke off as Christo tickled her and she shrieked with laughter. India grinned at her parents, used to seeing them playful and fun-loving.

“Silly.” She said, waving her spoon at them. Christo kissed the top of her head.

“You know it. Ready for your London vacation?”

India nodded. “Nina should be here soon.” Nina, their trusted nanny, was flying to London with India to safely deliver her to her grandparents, and then going on to a two-week holiday with some of her friends to the capitals of Europe – a gift from Noosh and Christo for her hard work over the years.

Noosh smiled, but then felt a little pull in her chest. This would be the longest they would be separated from India since she had been born, and while India was very excited about the trip, Noosh felt a pang of worry about her daughter being an ocean away.

As it turned out, in a whirl of last minute packing and passport hunting, Noosh didn’t have time to get weepy with her daughter. She and Christo hugged India at the gate and waved her and Nina off. Only then did Noosh get a little tearful.

“Hey,” Christo pulled her into his arms and press his lips to her forehead. “She’s going to have a great time. And, sweet baby, so are we…”

Noosh laughed then. They were leaving the city now to travel to their farmhouse upstate for a vacation -and to utilize their very own playroom. They’d always promised each other that they would make time for them as a couple and indulge in their racier fantasies, but raising a child and working full-time, they’d let that part of their marriage slide for the last couple of years. Still very active in the bedroom, they now had to think of how much noise they made when they were making love. They’d almost been caught by India on many occasions.

Noosh grinned to herself now as Christo took the wheel and drove away from the airport. She reached over to stroke her husband’s cheek. At forty-seven, Christo Montecito grew more handsome and more elegant as the years went by. His dark curls were shot through with silver now, but his dark eyelashes and bright green eyes were as vital as ever.

“I love you, hubby,” Noosh said now. They’d fought for this happy life together, fought and nearly died, both of them and for the last seven years, they had been blessed.

Christo grinned over at her. “Right back at ya, cutie beauty. Can’t wait to get you butt-naked and wetter than April in Paris.”

Noosh chuckled. “Ah, romance.”

The drive to the farmhouse took an hour and as they parked the car and got out, Christo took Noosh’s hand. “You tired, baby?”

“Nope.” She grinned at him.

“Hungry?”

“For food?”

“Yes.”

“Nope.”

Christo’s grin was a little smug. Want my cock inside you?”

“Hell, yes.” They both laughed and went into the house, dumping their luggage quickly, then running, laughing, to their bedroom and to their playroom.

Christo rugby-tackled her to the bed. “Whips and chains later. For now, I just want to fuck you senseless.” His hands were already pushing up her dress and tugging on her panties. He grinned up at her. “Remember when you hardly ever wore these?”

Noosh laughed. “Yes, in the years BC – Before Child.”

They both laughed and in a flash, they were naked and Christo was hitching her legs around his waist and plunging his cock deep inside her. “God, how nice to make as much noise as we want,” he groaned loudly, “and tell you that I love your beautiful cunt.”

Noosh laughed, gasping as he thrust harder into her. “And I love your huge, hard cock. I’m so going to suck you dry later.”

“And I’m going to eat out your delicious pussy until you weep.”

They were so bust trying to think of the filthiest things to say to each other, that they lost their rhythm and ended up laughing so hard that they had to start over.

“God, I love you,” Christo said, when they’d calmed down and he was stroking his cock into her in a steady rhythm. “Everything about you. Every day I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky. You and the Pooh. I got damn lucky.”

Noosh smiled up at him and pressed her nipples against his chest. “I think the same thing, gorgeous. The exact same thing.”

She ran her fingers through his thick hair. “Baby…we never did talk about whether we wanted more kids. Time’s gone so quickly since India was born.”

Christo, his lips pressed against her throat, nodded. “I know. It’s been on my mind too. The truth is, one day I’m ‘hell, yes, let’s have a bunch’ and another is ‘we’re never going to get better than Indy.’”

“Sometimes we’re so in sync, it’s scary.” Noosh tightened her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his buttocks.

The conversation faltered as they both reached orgasm and Christo gave a long groan as he pumped thick creamy cum inside his wife. Noosh shuddered and trembled, crying his name over and over.

They collapsed back on the bed, panting for breath. “God, that was incredible,” Christo rolled onto his side and kissed her mouth. “And we get to that all day, every day for the next two weeks.”

“Bliss,” Noosh sighed happily. “Hey,” she grinned at him, “guess what I got at our favourite adult store?”

Christo grinned widely. “Could be anything.”

“Something we haven’t used yet,” she said, giving him some hints, “some of which we can wear.”

His eyes lit up. “Nipple clamps? At last!”

Noosh giggled. “You have been dreaming of them for years and so, I figured, I’d try them.”

Christo reached over and pinched her nipple and she wriggled at the pain, aroused by it. “Also, a cock-ring for you.”

“I like the idea. What else?”

She ran through the list of things she had bought at the store., both of them getting more excited by the moment, but as they got up to go to the playroom, Noosh’s stomach gave a rumble.

“Ha ha,” she said, apologetically. “I’m sorry, but I am actually starving.”

“Such a surprise,” grinned Christo, throwing her robe around her shoulders and grabbing his pants. “Luckily, we have a pantry and refrigerator full of food. I got Sally from the village to stock us.”

“You are a genius.” She kissed him and they walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen. As they prepared lunch, Noosh glanced out of the window. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Did Sally clean the studio?”

Christo frowned. “No. Well, not that I’m aware of.” He looked out to the studio he’d had built for Noosh. The door was ajar. They looked at each other. “Let’s not freak. I’ll go check it out.”

Noosh watched him walk across to the studio and go inside. In a few moments, she saw him burst from the studio and begin to run towards the house, his face a mask of horror. Her adrenaline spiked, Noosh stepped back…and a hand was clamped over her mouth.

“What he’s reacting to,” said a male voice close to her ear, “is that in your studio, Anoushka, written in blood across the walls are the words…Don’t leave your wife alone if you want her to live.”

Noosh felt a sharp sting in her neck and then she was falling. She hit the hard stone floor, and heard Christo’s voice shouting her name in the seconds before she lost consciousness.

Christo threw himself against the door, but found it deadbolted. He went to the window and smashed his elbow into it to no avail, cursing the day he’d had extra-strong glass and locks installed over the whole house. It had been at the time when Destry Papps had been stalking and tormenting Noosh – even before Noosh knew Christo had learned of it. He’d wanted her to be safe. Now that concern had come back to bite him – he couldn’t get to her and now she was trapped and at the mercy of a maniac…again.

He ran around the house, trying to locate where the intruder had taken Noosh. Finally, and with mounting horror, he found them in their bedroom. Noosh was lying on the bed, her robe pulled open, and the assailant was standing over her, his back to the window.

Christo’s heart nearly failed – please, don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her.

The man didn’t seem to be doing anything but waiting and when Noosh came around, she skittered away from him to the far end of the bed, tugging the robe tightly around her naked body. She saw Christo outside and the couple shared a look of “what the hell do we do now?”

Christo saw her look at her abductor and ask him what he wanted. Lip-reading, he could tell she was calmly reasoning with him, despite her vulnerable position. Christo felt helpless- his phone was inside, and the studio and workshop had no way to contact the outside world. “Fuck!”

He kicked the stone wall and cursed at the pain in his foot. Losing his shit now wouldn’t help Noosh. He saw the attacker look away from her and Noosh looked past him, straight at Christo. He saw her mouth something, but he couldn’t get it. “Room?” he asked although he knew she could hear him. Noosh shook her head quickly, cutting her eyes at the abductor. She pointed at herself then at the playroom’s door. Then she pointed at Christo and then upwards.

Roof. Of course. Christ gave a quick nod and took off. On the top of the playroom, there was a skylight. He could pry it open with a tire iron. He scooted around the flat-roofed extension and quietly scaled the drainpipe. Lucky, the building was relatively new and the pipe held him easily. His heart was pumping, banging hard against his ribs but inside his terror, there was a peace. Noosh wasn’t panicking, she wasn’t giving up, she was thinking strategically. Team work, he thought with a wry smile.

He dropped silently into the playroom and looked around for the heaviest thing he could find. He picked up a solid silver butt-plug, but even that wasn’t heavy enough to knock someone out, was it? The ridiculousness of the situation almost made him laugh, but then he pressed his ear to the door and waited for his opportunity.

Noosh gazed at her attacker evenly. The drugs he had given her had worn off quickly which led her to believe that he had never used them before. In fact, he looked nervous now as if now that he had her, he didn’t know quite what he wanted to do.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

“Who I am doesn’t matter. All you need to know if that I’m going to kill you.”

Noosh was unfazed. “How startlingly original,” she said, her British accent making the sarcasm even more cutting. “I assume you’re either a fanboy of the late Senator Papps, or you worked for him. Which is it?”

“I was one of the Senator’s closest security guards.”

“Huh. I don’t remember you but then again, why would I notice such an insignificant little man? And how long did you do in prison? Let me guess – seven years? And instead of getting out and beginning to build a new life for yourself – you’re seeking revenge. Well, goodness me. You think you’re the first?”

He looked uncertain for a moment, then drew a knife out. “Listen, bitch, I haven’t got time to waste.”

Noosh made a face. “Ah, see, I’m just not in the mood to be murdered today. Anyway, good luck getting through this scar tissue.” She opened her robe and pointed to her belly, which was crisscross with silver scars, almost fading. “See, I survived being shot at point-blank range and being stabbed, so if you think I’m going to sit here like a good little girl and take your knife…nah, I don’t think so.”

Distracted, not just by her scars, but by her beautiful, naked body, her attacker was discombobulated when a second later, Christo burst through the playroom door and tackled him.

Noosh cheered her husband on as he overwhelmed the attacker and forced him face down on the ground. Noosh scooted off the bed into the playroom and grabbed a set of handcuffs and a crop.

“Christo.” She waved them at him, and grinning, he cuffed the attacker’s hands behind his back and hauled him into a chair. Noosh tied the knot on her robe tightly and grinned at Christo, who stood back, his relief palpable.

“Had to show him my tits, love, but I think I distracted him enough.”

Christo couldn’t help snorting with laughter. Noosh was actually enjoying this? Maybe it wasn’t only this intruder who wanted revenge? He put his hand on her back and realized, that underneath the bravado – she was trembling. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “It’s over now, baby.”

“How very fucking touching.” The attacker spat at them and Christo, in no mood to put up with any bullshit, cold-cocked him.

Noosh waited until the man’s head finally came to rest and he opened his eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Dennis.”

Noosh laughed. “Dennis the Menace.” Dennis looked confused. “Never mind. Look, here’s what’s going to happen now. We’re going to call the police, and if I’m right, you’ll be heading back to jail very, very soon. Of course, we can exaggerate to the police what you did to us, to me and make it so much worse. And why shouldn’t we?”

Both Christo and Roger looked at her, confused. Noosh’s smile disappeared. “Or you can tell us if any more of your cohorts are planning similar assaults on my family?”

“Why should I?”

Noosh walked slowly over to the knife Christo kicked out of Dennis’ reach, and picked it up, careful to hold it between folds of her robe. “Article 35, Dennis, of New York State’s Defense of Justification law. ‘A person may, subject to the provisions of subdivision two, use physical force upon another person when and to the extent he reasonably believes such to be necessary to defend himself or a third person from what he reasonably believes to be the use or imminent use of unlawful physical force by such other person . . .’ You broke in, attacked me then told me outright you were here to kill me.” She moved suddenly, pressing the knife to his neck. Dennis’s eyes widened in terror; Christo watched her carefully, but did not stop her. Noosh’s anger was palpable. “I could kill you right now and never spend a second in jail. I memorized that law the day my daughter was born so I could protect her, whatever that meant.”

“So, I could kill you and tell the police it was a clear case of self-defense. Do you know how tempting that is to me, Dennis? I spent years thinking your bastard boss would kill me, and god knows he tried. He pressed the muzzle of a gun to my belly and shot me three times. He raped me, threatened me, threatened the man I love, kidnapped my parents and then shot Christo. And then he stabbed me repeatedly because apparently, I hadn’t suffered enough.”

She pressed the blade harder into Dennis’s skin. “I put five bullets into his head, Dennis. Five. And there’s not one day goes by when I regret it. He was a cancer, a disease, a blight on humanity. I killed him, Dennis, me. This helpless little girl. Except I’m no helpless little girl, Dennis.” She leaned in and got in his face. “I’ve killed…and to protect my family, to protect myself, I’d do it again without thinking.”

She stood, and went to Christo’s side, giving him a smile. He was looking at her with such admiration and love that she felt like a queen. Christo wrapped his arm around her waist.

“You got anything to add, baby?” She nuzzled his neck and nibbled his earlobe.

“Yeah,” sneered Dennis, recovering from the shock of Noosh’s rage. “Man, you are pussy-whipped.”

Christo tilted his head to the side and grinned. “Fuck, yes, I am. And grateful for it. Because this little boss here is the woman I love more than life itself, and you, douchebag, messed with the wrong woman. Noosh, baby, you wanna go call the police, or should I?”

“I’ll do it. You keep an eye on this tosser.”

When they were alone, Christo’s smile faded and he stepped forward towards the prisoner. “You didn’t answer my wife’s question, asshole. Who else is out there? Who else is coming for us?”

Dennis’s shoulders slumped. “No-one, and that’s the truth. I haven’t heard a thing but most of them are still in jail.”

“Most of them?”

“Fields Green got out a few days before me, but he took off to Mexico with his girlfriend and their kids. You can check.”

Christo studied him. “Were you really going to kill my wife?”

Dennis nodded. “I was. She killed the Senator. She sent us to jail.”

“No,” Christo’s voice was rough. “Papps did that when he hired you to do his killing for him, and you did that when you took his money and did what he said. Now you’ll pay the price for that.”

When the police had come to take Dennis away, the lead detective talked with Noosh and Christo. “Three strikes, so he’s in jail for the rest of his life.” H looked admiringly at them both. “You two are a formidable team.”

They thanked him and after they were alone again, thankfully, they slumped onto their couch and breathed out. They looked at each other for a moment than started to laugh.

“What the hell just happened?” Noosh was crying with laughter and Christo grinned, pulling her into his arms.

“You were the baddest ass on the planet. God, Noosh, that whole speech…I honestly thought you were going to kill him.”

“Would you have stopped me?”

Christo shook his head without hesitation. “He would have deserved it.”

Noosh kissed him. “You are my champion. No, I wasn’t going to kill him, but I needed him to believe I would. I needed to yell at him, to get all that latent anger out. I never got to yell at Destry before I killed him and I think…” She sighed. “I just needed to say my anger and hurt aloud to someone.” She grinned wryly. “Dennis sure picked the wrong target.”

Christo pressed his lips to hers. “God, if I could love you more than I already do.”

“It really is all over now. Thank god.” She leaned her forehead against his. For a few minutes they sat in silence, letting the tension seep from their bodies.

“I’ll tell you something.”

Noosh grinned. She knew this tone in his voice. “Oh, yes?”

“You being the Queen and everything…that was such a turn on.”

Noosh giggled. “Always thinking with your wiener, Montecito.”

Christo took her hand and pressed it against his already rock-hard cock. “Not so much with the wiener, please.”

They both laughed, then Noosh got up, hauling her husband to his feet. “Well, I wouldn’t want to waste that big boy…and you know what? I’m in the mood for some playtime.”

Christo smiled as he let her lead him to their playroom. “You in charge, baby?”

“Oh yes, boy.” Roughly, she shoved him onto the bed and grabbed a crop. She stripped off her robe then tugged his pants off. She straddled him. “Grab my butt, serf.”

Christo grinned and gripped her buttocks, digging his fingers deep into her flesh.

Noosh winced but smiled. “Good. Now…” She reached over to the nightstand and brought out two nipple clamps. “Let’s try these out.”

Christo groaned as she clamped one of his nipples. “Is that good?”

“God, yes.”

“Hmm…I’m almost jealous that you’re enjoying yourself so much.”

Christo smiled at her. “Would Ma’am allow me to pleasure her?”

“Ma’am would like that.”

He flipped her onto her back in one movement and Noosh giggled, breaking character for a moment. “Now,” she said, regaining her composure. “Fuck me hard, and make it hurt really, really good…”

Christo lowered his head to her breast and bit down hard on her nipple, making her moan. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and sat up, bending her back so he could thrust into her deep. Noosh groaned as he fucked her hard. “You like it like this, Ma’am?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Afterward, he tied her up and used the crop on her thighs, her belly, even cracking it against her tender pussy until she came over and over, relinquishing her Dom to him. He took her again, bending her over the window ledge of their bedroom, fucking her perfect ass until she begged him to let her rest.

It was almost midnight when they finally lay on the cold stone floor of their kitchen, having fucked each other in every room in the house. Noosh sighed happily and rolled onto her side, as Christo hooked his arm around her. She snuggled into his warm body. “Montecito, you have the stamina of a twenty-year-old.”

“I have the motivation of the hottest badass in New York.”

Noosh pretended to sulk. “Earlier, I was the hottest badass on the planet.”

Christo chuckled. “I meant, you were the hottest badass in the galaxy, NewYorkiusOuterSpacious.”

“Nice save.” Noosh laughed and kiss his neck. “Baby…I was thinking. We didn’t finish our conversation about having more kids. I will admit now…I’d love another one.”

Christo looked down at her. “You would? Good, because I’ve been thinking the same thing for a few months now, but I didn’t want to, you know, tell you what to do with your body.”

“Unless we’re in the playroom.”

“Unless then.” He smiled, and traced a finger over the small tattoo on her lower abdomen. The dragonfly which matched the one on his shoulder. They’d had them done to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary two years ago.

Noosh gazed at him. “It’s breakfast time in London. Let’s call Indi and tell her she might have a sibling soon.”

Christo pressed his lips against his wife’s. “you have given me everything, Noosh Taylor.”

“Noosh Montecito,” she said with a grin, “And right back at you, baby. Now, let’s go call our daughter.

Eleven months later, Theodore ‘Teddy’ Montecito was born, and as his adoring parents introduced him to his older sister, they knew, at last, their family was safe and that their future, at last, was one purely of love, and hope, and sex, and dreams…

The End.