Chapter Sixteen
I can taste her on my tongue, the flavor of her so damn addictive I’m immediately craving more. I should have made my presence known, especially when she was so lost to her pleasure, she didn’t hear me enter. But when I saw her hand moving beneath her leggings, her other caressing her breast, I lost all ability to speak.
She looked divine as she pleasured herself, chin tilted toward the ceiling, hand moving expertly against herself as she brought herself to climax. And the sounds, the little whimpers and gasps, I’d instantly been hard.
I’m still hard, cock pressing achingly against the front of my slacks, throbbing with need. I was driven by pure desire when I crossed that room, seeing her glistening fingers, wet with her arousal, that pretty blush staining her cheeks. I needed a taste more than I needed the air in my lungs.
And the moment I had her fingers in my mouth, my tongue lapping up every last drop, I knew it wasn’t enough. It’s why I got the fuck out of there as quickly as I did.
I stand at the kitchen counter, glaring out the window at the snow that falls, the house around me quiet until I hear her timid footsteps slowly approaching.
They stop when she reaches the threshold of the kitchen and I subtly glance behind me, finding her wringing her hands in front of her, face pointed toward the floor in something akin to shame. Embarrassment.
I turn to her, swallowing, trying to banish the images from my head, “Olivia.” My voice is roughened by desire, rasping out of me thickly. “Eyes on me, Olivia.”
Slowly, so fucking slowly, she lifts her eyes but not her head so she’s looking at me from beneath her lashes. You’d think she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t and was now here to receive her punishment.
I certainly wanted to punish her, but purely for her smart mouth, her stubborn tendencies and accurate pokes to my patience but that… I wanted to praise her for that.
“Don’t be ashamed, kitten,” I tell her.
She drops her eyes proving to me that’s exactly what she’s feeling.
I cross the room in a few steps, closing the space between us so I can curl my finger under her chin, tilting her face up, “Never be ashamed, Olivia. I’ve never seen something quite as beautiful as you pleasuring yourself.”
She swallows, eyes bouncing between mine. I want the feisty girl back, I want the confident, sexy little kitten with the claws and the insults.
“Let me know when you do it again,” I push, “I’ll pull up a chair to get a better view. See how pink and wet you are.”
The attempted slap is a nice little surprise. I grab her wrist before she can make contact, gripping it firmly but not hard enough for it to hurt her. She burns with rage, her eyes are alight with fury, her little body trembling violently in my grip.
“You’re a damn pig,” She growls, teeth grinding together.
“Oink,” I grin at her.
She snatches out of my hand, putting that distance between us as she goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.
“I hear you’ve been curious, darling,” I drawl, “You’d like to know more about me, huh?”
“Just trying to work out where to hit you where it hurts the most,” She gives me the sweetest little devilish smile.
She wants to play with fire I’ll make sure to give the greatest flames.
“Follow me, kitten,” I crook a finger, “Tour begins now.”
I don’t wait for her as I walk away, my shoes clipping rhythmically against the shined wood floors. I hear her scurry after me, feet scuffing on the floor.
“We’ll skip all the rooms you already know,” My voice is monotone, flat. I skip the grand hall and garden room, the living room and drawing room as I follow the maze-like corridors through the house.
“How many rooms does this place have?” She asks behind me.
“I forget,” I wave a hand, “a lot?”
Her brows shoot up, “A lot, that’s all you got?”
“Seventeen bedrooms,” I tell her, “Four living rooms. Two kitchens.”
Her eyes widen as I go on, listing all the rooms in the house. I come to the media room, opening the door to show her the huge TV, the rows of plush couches and loveseats, a bar set up at the other end, stocked fully with every beverage and snack anyone could ever want. It’s a waste since it never gets used. Her lips are parted as she looks around, but I cut off her view as I close the door and move along, skipping a few of the downstairs bedrooms which get used sometimes by my inner circle and the council members when our monthly meetings run over.
I stop at the game room, showing her the pool tables and dartboards, another bar that never gets used.
“Can you play?” She asks.
“Pool?”
“No, the violin,” She deadpans.
I smirk, “Yes, I play.”
“Interesting,” She spins on her heel, “So where to next?”
“This way,” I take her down towards the sunroom, an extension on the south side of the property that faces the thickest part of the wood. There’s a patio with a grill out here but then there are two paths, one that leads down to those woods and further in, taking you to the lake, and the other stretches around the property, bringing you back to the main yard where the gym room and pool are.
She sucks in her breath, spinning in her spot to stare at the walls of windows that surround her, the snow unable to settle against it thanks to the heat pushing up against it. A telescope looks out toward the sky and a grand piano dominates one corner of the room, the rest of the space taken up by couches, a rug covering the floor.
“This one,” She breathes, “This one is my favorite.”
“It’s yours whenever you want it to be,” I tell her, watching her face light up in awe. There’s nothing really special about the room, it’s the view that steals the show.
“Is this everything?” She asks.
“We have the gym and pool rooms,” I tell her, “Unless you want a tour of all of the bedrooms.”
She narrows her eyes.
“Keep your mind out the gutter, dirty girl.” I chuckle at her sigh of annoyance, “Follow me.”
She looks less than impressed by the gym room. I can’t see why; it’s decked out with everything anyone could ever want. I’ve spent countless hours here, working out anger, building strength. The wall of mirrors opposite us shows the two of us, her tiny build next to mine, her little hands fisted at her sides as she glares at the side of my head.
Rolling my eyes, I continue, opening the door joining onto the pool room, complete with jacuzzi and sauna.
“Feel free to use it whenever you want.” I tell her, checking my watch.
There’s a council meeting in thirty minutes but I know members will start to arrive soon.
“I won’t be joining you for dinner,” I tell her as we walk out of the gym and back toward the house, the short walk outside enough to make Olivia start shivering.
“What a shame,” she says dryly.
“I have taken the liberty and requested Willow come keep you company.” I tell her.
“Wait, what?”
“All I ask is that you stay away from the meeting room on the first floor.”
“Why?” she asks suspiciously.
“Because it would please me,” I tell her seriously, holding my breath to see what she will do.
It takes a few seconds but then a quick burst of laughter spills from her lips. I can feel the scowl settle onto my face the longer it continues.
“That was probably the wrong thing to say to me,” She giggles, holding her stomach.
“I’m serious, Olivia.”
My tone halts her laughter.
“The men coming here tonight are not the company you want to be around.”
I can see the color drain from her face, the whites of her eyes getting wider.
“Stay away from that room, Olivia. Do you understand me?”
She gives a barely there nod.
“Good.” I check my watch again, “Willow will be arriving any minute. Go and greet your friend. I will see you at the end of the night.”
She mumbles something that I don’t catch and walks away from me, the sway in her hips drawing my eye.
With her gone, I head through to the back of the house, opening the door to see several cars already parked on the gravel. They would have already let themselves in, so I don’t wait. I don’t want Olivia running into any of them and I need to contain them to the meeting room.
This gathering needs to be over and done with as quickly as possible, there will be no lingering in the house as usual tonight.
For as long as I can, I will keep Olivia from the shadows of my life. From the blood money and death and the men that deal it like master gamblers.
I’m not blind to the fact that I am just like them, if not worse. I’m as highly trained as any of the assassins in my employment. I know she understands the role I have in this business, but she doesn’t fully understand the depth in which that root grows.
“Gentlemen,” I greet as I open the meeting room door. As large as any corporate office, the room boasts a large oak wood table with chairs to seat twenty, not including the two high backs on each end of the table. I always sit at the back of the room so I can see everyone and the door, and Sebastian takes the seat at the other end, closest to the door so he can be the one to call in my inner circle and the others should anything go wrong.
There’s only been one time in Farrow history when the council members turned on their leader and that was a long time ago, but things happen, and I already know I am pissing people off.
They don’t like my age for starters. The youngest Farrow to sit on this throne ever. But they also don’t like my leadership style, don’t like that I am taking away their control, questioning the old rules and laws.
I don’t need them. They need me.
And I have no issues reminding them of that fact.