Chapter Sixteen
Maximus
It was a risk mentioning Roberto, but I hadn’t come this far to let Olivia walk out of my life. She was terrified of everything, and the slightest upset sent her scurrying back into her protective shell to put her armour around her.
How the fuck was I supposed to know that Marcie and Vanessa would be in Brazil? They were regulars at one of the clubs I owned back home, and both had shared my bed in threesomes in the past. I’d never claimed to be a priest who lived a life of celibacy.
The lights of the city did little to settle me as I stared out with unseeing eyes, every nerve in my body acutely aware of Olivia.
I stalked across the room to grab the bottle of scotch on the makeshift bar in the corner, pouring a generous portion to down it in one gulp, cherishing the burn as it trickled down my throat.
A demon had always lived inside me, craving violence and death. The need to win had pushed me forward every single day, until I had learned to navigate the dangerous game we called life. That demon clawed his way up my spine, whispering that Olivia was my wife, and I should stop giving her space.
“I going to take a shower,” I said, slamming my glass on the counter, and pacing across the room.
Locking myself in a room, and dowsing myself with cold water, seemed the best solution right now before I did something I would regret.
I’d really fucking tried to be a better man for Olivia, to show her I was more than the monster she had witnessed killing those men.
My balls were bluer than the sky after a rainstorm, but I had promised myself I would let Olivia set the pace, since she was the only virgin in this relationship.
The water poured down on my head, massaging my scalp and shoulders.
I braced my hands against the wall, my turbulent thoughts tormenting me.
I’d spent months plotting and pushing until Roberto snapped, and eliminated the man who was claiming what I wanted.
It never occurred to me that Olivia would want to walk away from our marriage.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the shower door opening, my body freezing when I felt hands on my waist, and a forehead pressed against my spine.
“I’m sorry,” Olivia said. “I hate when people judge me based on my peers, and I’ve done that to you.”
Normally, I was in control of every situation, but right now I was stumped.
“Max?”
Olivia had no idea how many times I had visualised her in a shower with me while I stroked my dick. Would she disappear if I turned around?
Her right hand slipped around to splay across my stomach.
I suppressed a groan, my dick paying attention to the situation.
Ten minutes ago, I had been pissed because she was accusing me of being the type of man I was supposed to be.
The men of my world did what they wanted and took what they desired, with no regards to who we destroyed in the process.
The road to putting Olivia permanently into my life had been long and twisted, enraging Roberto, and costing Dale his existence, but all was fair in the game of love and war. The winner took the prize, and the loser was left with nothing, not even their life.
“I’m not in a good place right now, Liv,” I said, my right hand forming a fist to stop myself from touching her.
Her hand dipped down to my dick, her small hand wrapping around the base. “Would it help if I rubbed it to make it better?” she asked.
I closed my eyes because the sensation of her slowly rubbing my hard flesh was divine, even more so because she was standing here willingly touching me. It belonged in one of my secret fantasies that had haunted my dreams.
“I don’t know,” I replied, my voice husky. “I have a really big ego that has been bruised.”
She kissed my shoulder. “I’ll try my best to ease the pain.” Her hand continued to move rhythmically, her other hand landing on my hip. “Maybe I should try to kiss it better…”
She moved in front of me, dropping to her knees before my mind caught up.
The image of Olivia on her knees in front of me, her hand wrapped around the base of my dick, and her mouth closing over the tip was one I would save in my memory forever.
She had been my obsession, with me tracking her life from the shadows.
There were times I didn’t believe this moment would happen.
Her eyes widened when my dick hit the back of her throat, her swallow reflex massaging my tip. Those green eyes mesmerised me, her expression making me harder if that was possible. The monster inside me wanted to take control, but this was an unexpected gift that I wasn’t going to risk losing.
Her tongue flicked my tip, and she gently tugged my piercing between her teeth.
Her brow wrinkled in concentration as she tried to make her mouth and hand move together.
The women who frequented my clubs were experienced in every sexual act, but there was something exciting about watching Olivia try to figure out how to make me blow my load.
My dick was more than happy to help her with her investigation.
Normally, I craved pain, domination, control.
Tonight, a switch flipped in my head, and that monster who sought supreme power settled under her touch. She sucked me in harder, deeper, her huge eyes staring up at me as if to try and gauge my reaction to her.
If only she knew that she had been my obsession from the moment she walked out of my life, and allowed Dale into hers. The thought of him being near her made me want to stomp all over his grave.
I pushed her hair back since the water was raining down on her, my fingers tracing the side of her face. Olivia had never realised how beautiful she was, always hiding herself or standing in corners.
Now she was mine, I would ensure she saw herself through my eyes.
Her hand grasped my hip, her hand and mouth working together. Tingles rippled down my spine, and accumulated in my balls. My dick throbbed, desperate for the release that only Olivia could give me right now because some fantasies became reality under the right circumstances.
My hips thrust forward and Olivia’s eyes widened at the gesture. She’d willingly stepped in here with me, and my little innocent lamb would learn the danger involved with the wolf’s den.
I couldn’t help myself, cupping the side of her face, my fingers tightening every time I thrust forward, warning her of what was coming to allow her to accommodate me.
The sight of her on her knees at my mercy pushed me forward, until my balls tightened, and my lips pursed together as I reached my goal.
“Fuck!” The release came from somewhere in my soul, radiating out until I erupted inside her mouth. My head slumped back for a moment or two, the water thrumming down on me to wash away my sins. When I finally looked down, Olivia was sliding my dick out of her mouth.
“Did I make it better?” she asked, leaning back to watch me.
The water rinsing over her body distracted me until she tried to wipe her face. I held my hand out and pulled her up, trapping her against the side of the shower.
“Yeah, I guess kissing an injury does make it better,” I commented, leaning down to kiss her.
I had promised myself to take things slowly, to allow her time to get to know me, to rebuild our friendship.
Fuck that.
Olivia was my wife, and I had waited for this moment for years, pretending not to care while slowly manipulating the board to bring her to me one chess move at a time, until I declared checkmate.
We kissed, hands exploring each other, lubricated by the lavender scented bodywash. Even when we finally emerged from the shower, I didn’t stop touching her for fear she would disappear as she always had in my dreams. My thumb skimmed over her nipple, and she moaned, her body swaying toward me.
“Olivia?” When she didn’t answer me, I squeezed her ass. “Olivia?”
“Hmmm?” She blinked several times before finally focusing on me.
I studied her, searching for any sign of reluctance, but my dick jumped to attention when I saw raw desire in those green eyes.
My hand slowly closed around her throat, tilting her head back, and pressing her against the wall. “You realise after tonight there is no going back, no walking away, and no more doubts.”
Her tongue popped out to lick the centre of her lips. “Max, no offence but this is our honeymoon. Are you finally going to bang me senseless?”
Her sassy attitude was screaming to be adjusted, and the thought of leaving the mark of my hand on her ass was tempting. “I’m definitely thinking about it,” I muttered, pressing a hard kiss to her swollen lips.
There was a war brewing inside me, softness and hardness fighting against each other. I wanted to show Olivia my gentle side, but the driving need to make every part of her mine was winning at this moment in time.
I tightened my grip, watching her every reaction to determine how far I could push her. To my surprise, Olivia didn’t pull back or flinch. Instead, she continued to watch me, her fingertips skimming my hip as she steadied herself.
My head dipped, barely kissing her as my lips teased hers, smiling as her head followed mine when I pulled back.
“Max,” she groaned, her nails scratching against my skin.
No one ever dared to mark me, yet a strange sensation built in my chest, the monster inside me purring at the thought of her nails and teeth dug into my flesh. I wanted her to want to own me as much as I desired to claim every piece of Olivia.
She pushed herself into my hand, her head tilting back. “We can’t keep dancing around each other, Max. There are a lot of rich men out there who would willingly pay for my virginity, are you not going to take what is yours?”