Playing with Fire: A Standalone Dark Romance

Chapter Forty-nine

I walk into the room with my running sneakers in my hand, “Olivia.”

She’s still in bed, sitting with her back resting on the headboard. She looks adorably disheveled, hair sleep mused while she cradles a cup of coffee in her hand. The bruises are darker today but they’re not as bad as I originally thought they would be. It’s mostly contained to her cheekbone and her lip is still a little swollen, the cut healing.

She was still soundly sleeping when I came to bed last night, so I have no idea when she found the time to do this.

“Mm?” She turns her attention to me.

“Where are the laces for my shoes?”

A smile stretches her mouth, but she shrugs innocently, “I have no idea.”

I cock my head, “When did you do this?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

Chuckling, I drop the sneakers and cross the room, climbing onto the bed. I take her coffee from her, placing it on the bedside table as I grab her thighs and slowly begin to drag her down, careful not to be too rough as I’m sure she’s sore.

Her dark eyes watch me the entire time, following me as I lay my body over hers, wedging my thigh between her legs. She gasps as I press it up against her.

“I have methods to get what I want, Olivia,” I warn her, “Where are my laces?”

She giggles, “I have no idea.”

I could have chosen a different pair, but she’s taken all the laces for my sneakers.

“Are you going to be a little brat, kitten?” I kiss the uninjured side of her mouth as I move my thigh, rubbing it against her through the little sleep shorts she wore to bed.

She lets out the sweetest little moan and tilts her head, giving me access to her neck. My hand roams up her body, over the mound of her breast until I gently tease the peak of her nipple through her top.

So effortlessly sexy, nipples straining against the thin cotton, pussy warm and inviting against my leg. My cock jerks in the sweats I have on. I had been hoping to release some of this tension in the gym with some cardio but I’m finding myself relaxing right here.

She is the balm on my soul. She makes breathing so fucking easy.

“Malakai,” She whimpers my name, eyes fluttering closed as I continue to pepper kisses all over her, going light over the bruising before I move back to her mouth, my tongue licking across the seam of her lips. She opens for me, her tongue meeting mine and while I want to devour her, swallow her down I can’t while she is still injured.

I kiss her languidly instead, a complete contrast to the need that burns within me and when she reaches between us, palming my cock through my sweats I almost snap.

“The laces, Olivia,” I growl, as much to remind myself why I’m here. Like the fucking laces even matter.

“Bathroom counter.” She gasps as I shift and move my body between her thighs, grinding my cock into her. “Under the basin.”

Fingers claw at my back, trying to pull the t-shirt on my body. I let her take it off me, reveling in the feel of her fingers on my skin, touching, caressing, scratching. My mouth drops to her neck, and I suck her skin into my mouth, freshening up the fading bite I had left there previously.

“Please,” She begs, hips rolling against me.

I can’t fucking say no. I don’t even shove the sweats all the way down when I grab the hem of her tiny shorts, forcing them to the side to show me the slick center of her. She moves her hand to mine, holding the shorts to the side so I can grip my cock, moving the head of my dick through her pussy, coating myself in her before I slip down to her entrance, slamming into her to the hilt in one, quick thrust.

She cries out, widening her thighs for me. She’s so fucking perfect.

I drop my eyes, watching where I sink into her body, my shaft covered in her.

“You take me so well, baby,” I rasp, “Look at us together.”

“Please don’t stop,” she begs.

“So pretty when you beg for my cock, kitten. Your body is made for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasps when I shift, allowing the head of me to brush up against that sensitive little sweet spot inside as I pull out almost all the way and thrust back in several times. She only gets wetter, the slide of our bodies sounding erotic and messy.

“Fuccckkkk,” I groan, “Eyes on me, kitten.”

Dark eyes latch onto mine as my hips continue to work. “Come for me,” I demand, “Let me feel you.”

Her brows lower as I thrust harder and drop my hand to her clit, giving her that stimulation I know she needs. She jerks under me, a gasp leaving her but like the good girl she is, she keeps her eyes open, and I get to watch as she shatters for me. Her pussy spasms around my cock, squeezing me so damn tight and I snap. My teeth grind as I come, head dropping to watch as I fill her up, pumping my hips to get every last drop of pleasure.

Gently, I pull out of her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I roll off. She remains lax on the bed, watching me move with just flicks of her eyes. I head into the bathroom and quickly clean up, ready to get a warm washcloth to help her but she’s followed me in and turns on the shower. She strips out of her clothes, the crotch of her shorts soaked with us, but my eyes are focused on the drip of come currently running down the inside of her thigh.

She doesn’t appear to notice me looking, not when she spins, giving me a view of her perfect ass before she climbs into the shower.

Fuck me. She’s going to kill me.

Shaking my head to try and clear it, I leave her to shower and crouch, opening the cupboard beneath the sink in search of the missing laces for my shoes.

It’s while I am rummaging through the clutter that I spot the red bottle hidden at the back. Pulling it out I stare in confusion before I stand and turn to Olivia.

“Olivia,” I call loud enough for her to hear me over the water. She pauses and pops her head out the door, water dripping down her face.

“Why the fuck is there ketchup in our bathroom?”

A beautiful burst of laughter erupts from her, and she continues to laugh and not answer me as she resumes her shower. Shaking my head, I put the ketchup down and locate my laces, leaving her in peace to lace up my sneakers.

“Olivia!” Louis greets her with a big grin, putting a huge plate of food in front of her. “You didn’t eat last night!”

“Sorry, Louis,” She smiles at him gratefully, taking her seat next to me. “This looks great!”

“How do you feel?” He asks her.

I leave them to their conversation as I read the paper and drink my coffee. We got no information from Connor last night and my last hope was hanging on Dean hacking the guy’s phone. We have two, from both the guys that attacked Olivia, but they’re under lock with some incredibly tough tech to get through which tells me they might have the information I need to locate exactly who it was that targeted my wife.

I need that damn evidence.

Putting down the paper, I pull out my cell, leaving the room to dial Dean.

It’s not even been twenty-four hours, so I doubted he’d have anything.

“Malakai,” He answers on the third ring.

“Anything?”

He sighs, “The encryption is strong,” He explains, “It has several layers that take time to get through.”

“What do you need?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, Dean,” I grumble.

“I need a whole fucking team. Know anyone?”

“Not that I trust,” I admit. With the council riddled with traitors, I don’t know how far the betrayal goes. How many are corrupted?

“Exactly,” Dean says, “It could take days, Malakai, if not weeks.”

“We do not have weeks, Dean.” I glance back to Olivia, her shoulders shaking with laughter at something Louis just said. “We barely have days.”

“We will keep her safe, Kai,” he says as if reading my thoughts.

“I’ll kill them all if I have to,” I warn him, “But if I can avoid a mess, I will.”

“Just leave it with me,” He sighs, “I’ll get in. We will get the information we need.”

“We better. For everyone’s sake.”