Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 92

Chapter 92: We Are Not Married Yet

Ivan was relentless with his actions as he tore apart her clothes and led Briena to the bed, he himself was shirtless. He pushed her on the bed, making her fall on the soft mattress underneath and hovered over her, impatiently clear in his actions. His hands pinned her on the mattress, his tall form pressing down on her naked, delicate form.

He was about to kiss her again but Briena spoke. “I-Ivan…wait…”

Panting heavily he looked at her. “I don’t think I can anymore,” his voice was hoarse and needy.

His voice made her skip her heart beast but she spoke anyways, “I have not done this before. I am scared.”

“I know,” he tugged at her delicate lips with his teeth, the lips which he had been craving for since that night when she pecked on his cheek. “I will be careful,” he assured and kissed her again.

Despite his assuring words, Briena could feel he was going to be anything but gentle. He was different from his usual calm demeanour, something about him seemed changed.

He moved further down, taking liberties with her soft and delicate body as his hands and mouth did not leave any part of her body untouched. She moaned in delight with what he was doing to her, her hands moving on their own to grip his hair, to bury his face between her legs even more, letting herself drown in the pleasure he was letting her feel.

He moved back and looked at her painting form with his intense gaze. She looked at him, trying to get down the ecstasy he had just made her feel and watched him removing his pants, letting her see his entirely naked form.

He pulled her up to sit on the bed and positioned himself in front of her by getting on his knees, “Take me,” his voice commanding.

She hesitated a little, keeping her act of an innocent virgin. “I have never done this before.”

“You will learn,” he said and guided his erect manhood to her face, prompting her to open her mouth.

Briena did and started to do as he told her. He continued to use her mouth to pleasure himself, his throat leaving groans in response, his entire body shuddering.

At one point she felt she would choke and tears started to roll her eyes, but he didn’t stop. Instead he held the back of her head firm and continued to thrust till he finally came in her mouth and almost choked her.

She coughed violently while he wiped away her tears and said, “You will get used to it.”

She nodded like an obedient good girl, only to see him get down the bed.

She was surprised, “Are we not doing it?”

“We are not married yet,” and walked to the bathroom.

Briena was taken aback. She thought tonight they would do it and he won’t ever be able to get rid of her, but….

—–

The next day.

The entrance to Natalie’s new company office was swarming with reporters, all eager to uncover any details about the mysterious man from the previous night’s charity gala.

The guesses centered on someone from one of the four wealthiest families in the city. Rowan from the Lawson family and Steve from the Davis family had been at the event, but the two sons from the Wilson and Summers families—Ryan Wilson and Adam Summers—had been notably absent.

While Ryan Wilson, Mia’s brother, was a familiar face in the city, Adam Summers was far more elusive. Adam kept himself away from the limelight, rarely attending public events, fueling the theory that he was the mystery bidder.

Among the elite families, the Summers were considered the wealthiest, with deep historical roots that tied them to past royalty. Adam Summers, though rarely seen, was regarded as a Prince.

When Natalie reached the office, reporters immediately rushed to surround her, cameras flashing, microphones thrust in her direction. John stood protectively by her side, warning the reporters to keep their distance.

Natalie, as always, remained calm and composed, her face serious but unreadable.

“Ms. Natalie, please tell us about the man from the previous night. Who is he?” one reporter asked.

“I don’t know,” Natalie replied, her voice steady and without hesitation.

“The man spent two billion just for a dance with you, and you claim you don’t know who he is? Do you take us for fools?”

Natalie’s expression remained unchanged. “Fool or not, I trust in your ability to find a needle in the desert. So, if any of you discover who he is, let me know as well.”

The crowd stilled for a moment, surprised by her boldness.

“Why do you want to know him? Are you by chance suddenly interested in this wealthy man, though you are married now?”

She tilted her head slightly, a hint of amusement in her tone as she answered. “Why wouldn’t I want to know such a wealthy man? I’m a businesswoman. If he can afford to spend two billion on charity, he might be interested in investing in a rising company—one that assures him a profitable return.”

“So, you truly don’t know who he is?”

Natalie raised an eyebrow, her expression icy and unbothered. “Would I be working this hard to secure investors for my new company if I already knew him?”

Another reporter stepped forward, bolder than the rest. “Many believe that the man is Adam Summers, the son of the Summers family. What do you have to say about that?”

Natalie’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s your speculation, not mine. I’m not here to validate rumors.”

The reporters exchanged uneasy glances. She was proving to be a tough nut to crack.

“Ms. Natalie,” another voice called out, trying a different angle, “we’ve heard that you were fired from Brown Industries before that’s why you are given this failed company. Is that true?”

“I left that company on my own.” Her reply was firm and unhesitant.

“But we’ve heard otherwise,” the reporter insisted, “It’s been said you were fired due to irrational actions you took.”

She offered him an unbothered gaze, “I’ve made plenty of irrational decisions while working there. Which one exactly are you referring to?”

“Uh… we’re not entirely sure.”

“Then I suggest you to be sure of the things before asking me about it,” Natalie said coldly.

“What are your plans for your company? Rumor has it, it’s already on the brink of bankruptcy.”

“My plan is simple,” Natalie replied, her voice steady. “To turn it into a profitable venture.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

Natalie gave a small, confident smile. “I’ll be answering all of those questions in detail at the press conference my company has arranged in two hours. You’re all invited to attend.”

The reporters could only agree and watched the woman leave with utter confidence she possessed.