Chapter Twenty-seven
“Ow. Ow. Ow.” Olivia winces with every step she takes at my side. The wind is bitterly cold, howling down the narrow streets of the city and there’s still snow on the ground. She has my jacket over her shoulders, her arms wrapped around herself.
“I don’t know why I fucking do it,” She growls, mostly to herself. “Heels during the day are fine, heels on a night out? Torture.”
Stopping abruptly, I bend, sliding my arm behind her knees, the other around her back and I lift.
She lets out a shrill scream that echoes down the street. “Put me down!”
“No.”
“Malakai!”
“Your feet hurt.”
“So?” She struggles in my arms, but I just tighten my hold, continuing the walk to the Maserati I parked around the corner, “You said it was close!”
“It is.” I agree.
“Put me down!” She demands again.
I ignore her, continuing down the sidewalk until my car comes into view.
“Okay, you can put me down now,” she says, eyes on the car and the warmth it promises. But I don’t let her down, keeping her close until I’m at the passenger door. It’s a struggle to get it open but I manage, bending to deposit her in the seat.
“I can get in myself, you know?” She scowls.
“I know, I just wanted to do it,” I give her a quick kiss on the forehead before I can think better of it and then shut the door, her face still slack with shock when I climb behind the wheel.
It takes a good few minutes for the car to warm up and for the shock to wear off.
I feel her stare on the side of my face, but I’m really trying to focus on the road and not on the creamy skin on show, the black dress having ridden up her thighs, barely covering the center of her.
“This is a nice car,” She eventually says. “Can I drive it?”
“No,” It comes out quick and harsh and I wince at myself, “Sorry, no.”
“Men and their toys,” She sighs, “It’s just a car.”
“One, it’s limited edition.” I tell her, flicking my eyes to her face and definitely not her legs, “Two, this entire interior is bespoke and upgraded with the latest technology. And three, no one but me drives this car. Ever.”
She rolls her lips, her eyes sparkling before she breaks out into a full grin, giggle and all. I need to focus on the road, but the sound, fuck it’s mesmerizing. Sweet and melodic and that damn smile will be the death of me.
“You should’ve married the car, Malakai,” She giggles, “Since you love it so much.”
I roll my eyes with a shake of my head, focusing back on the road.
It’s a long drive back to the estate and when we come out of the city, the roads are less taken care of, more treacherous and icier in this weather. I slow my speed, carefully taking the corners so I don’t spin on any black ice.
“I can drive quite well, I’ll have you know,” She turns to face me, curling her legs onto the seat and that damn dress rides up some more, “This baby would be in good hands.” She pats the dashboard for good measure.
“Absolutely not,” I flick my eyes to her, my lips wanting to tug into a smile at the pleading look on her face. “How about I’ll buy you one. Whichever one you want.”
“I don’t need you to buy me a car,” She rolls her eyes, “I can buy my own car.”
“Maybe I want to buy you a car,” I counter.
“No,” She orders sternly. “I don’t want your money.”
And that just makes me want to give it to her more. Keeping my eyes on the road, I reach into my pocket and tug out my wallet, handing it over.
“Well, it’s yours anyway.”
“Put it away, Malakai,” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
I chuckle as I pop the wallet in the holder between the seats, settling in for the rest of the drive home.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I say after some time of silence.
She lets out a long breath, “Thank you.”
Twenty minutes later, I pull to a stop at the gates until the camera recognizes my plate and the gates begin to open, and then I let the car roll quietly down the long drive. It’s so dark out here that you can barely see much beyond the windows. It used to scare me as a child but now I just find peace in the darkness, it’s harder to see the stains on your soul when you can barely see in front of your face.
Once the car is in the garage, I walk around to Olivia’s side, opening her door and offering my hand to help her out. Her fingers slide into my palms as she climbs out and she promptly bends, unstrapping her shoes and kicking them off.
We walk in silence through the house, the staff long gone to bed in the quarters provided for them, some stay here on the estate while others choose to commute, but either way, there’s not a soul awake in the house save for the two of us.
In the bedroom, she heads straight for the bathroom, dropping her shoes in the doorway of the closet. I follow behind, picking them up to put them on the shelf.
While I wait for the bathroom, I strip out of the jacket, putting it on a hanger to place back in the closet and then slip out of the turtleneck, tossing that into the hamper for laundry.
“Um, Malakai?” I hear Olivia call from the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately at the door, pressing on the handle to get inside but it’s locked. Would it be wrong to remove the lock? I wonder while I wait for her to respond.
“Um,” She says uncertainly, “My zip is stuck.”
“Open the door, Olivia.”
After a long pause, I hear the lock disengage but she doesn’t open, so I let myself in.
She’s gnawing on her lip when I get inside, her hands cradled together in front of her body.
“Turn around,” I order gently.
“It’s stuck,” She rambles, “It’s too tight for me to just pull it off and I can’t get it.”
“Turn around, kitten.”
She jerks her head in a resemblance of a nod but doesn’t turn.
I step up to her, gently taking her arms to turn her around and her eyes meet mine in the mirror. I tower above her, like a looming shadow behind her back. Dropping her eyes, I look at the zipper on the dress, seeing it’s just snagged on some material. My fingers work to free it, unhooking the material and then I slide it undone, the sound of the metal on the teeth loud in the quiet bathroom.
“Thank you,” She breathes, pushing back on the fingers that whisper across her bare back.
“You’re welcome,” I rasp, focused on the way my hands look against her, the roughness of my fingers offensive against the softness of her flesh. I raise my eyes to meet her once more in the mirror as I flatten my palm, slipping my fingers under the edge of the dress where it’s parted. Her curves fit so perfectly in my grip, and I trace the shape of her, letting my hand rise until I’m trailing it over her shoulder blade and then onto her shoulder, slipping under the material there where it clings to her.
I gently push it off, blood pulsing through my cock, the mere sight of her enough to leave my dick aching and leaking.
Her chest rises and falls heavily as she holds my eyes in the mirror, her cheeks blooming with color.
“Tell me to stop,” I warn her.
She shakes her head and I slip the sleeve of her dress down her arm. It takes the rest of the dress with it, and the material slips from her body, leaving her bare save for the lacy black panties covering her.
Her nipples are peaked, the rose-colored buds moving as she breathes deeply, lips parted.
I reach around, letting the tip of my finger trail up the center of her abdomen until I can follow the curve of her breast, watching as my finger moves over her skin and brushes over the sensitive peak of her nipple.
Her breath stutters from her lips, eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” I demand roughly, watching my hand completely cover her breast, my thumb rolling over her nipple. She falls back onto my chest, eyes on me just like I asked.
“Look at you being such a good girl,” I praise, leaning down to scrape my teeth across the soft, sensitive skin between her neck and her shoulder. Her head tilts to let me in further and I look up from beneath my lashes to watch her pleasure in the mirror.
So fucking pretty.
“Can I touch you, darling?” I rasp against her skin.
She gives me a gentle nod and sucks in a breath when I let my other hand curl around her hip, squeezing it gently before I move it to the band of her panties, dipping only a little beneath the lace.
Her hips twitch in anticipation and my tongue licks across her skin as I sink down further, letting my one finger part her lips, feeling the slick wet heat of her pussy coat me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, kitten,” I gently move my finger up and down her folds, smearing her arousal all over her before I move back up, right to the apex and gently circle her clit with the barest of touches.
A sweet little moan tumbles from her lips as one hand snaps up to wrap around my wrist, not to pull me away but to keep me in place.
I keep the pace, teasing that sensitive little bud but never going too far, keeping her at the edge. I want to be inside this fucking woman, want to feel her convulsing around me, crying out my name.
She cries out when I move away from her clit, using two fingers now as I go lower, slipping to the entrance of her.
“You want them inside, kitten?” I ask, teasing at her hole, spreading her wetness.
“Y-yes,” She stutters.
“As you wish,” I rasp, sinking my teeth into her shoulder at the same time I penetrate her with my fingers.
Her moan bounces off the tiles, her nails digging into the skin on my wrist as I thrust my two fingers into her as far as they’ll go, the heel of my palm adding the friction to her clit she’s so desperate for.
“Look at you falling apart for me,” I lick over the bitemark on her skin, “You feel how wet you are for me, kitten?”
She nods, her whimpers only adding to the ache in my cock as I grind into her ass.
“Shit,” She breathes, “I’m going to come.”
“Let me have it,” I demand, keeping up the pace, keeping the grind but this time I pinch her nipple between my fingers.
Her knees shake as she cries out loudly, pussy convulsing around my fingers still thrusting inside of her as her head tilts back and she falls apart in my arms.
I gently ease her down from her climax, softening my strokes until I pull out of her completely.
My hand glistens with her arousal and keeping my eyes on her in the mirror, I bring my fingers to her soft lips, smearing the wetness across the seam of them.
“Open up, kitten,” I rasp, “Taste what I do to you.”
Her lips close around my fingers and she sucks them clean, lids hooded and glassy, the orgasm zapping her of energy.
Gently I lift her, cradling her against my chest and unlike back on the street, she doesn’t fight me. Her head lands against my shoulder as I carry her to the bed, laying her down onto the mattress.
Her sleepy eyes watch me for a moment, fighting sleep but when I step back, they fall closed and by the time I’m finished up in the bathroom, she’s passed out cold in the bed.