Chapter Twenty-Six #2
My control snapped, and I advanced across the room, my hand wrapping around her throat as I moved her across the room to pin her against the wall.
“You nearly died because I failed to protect you!” I hissed, my nose almost touching hers. “I knew there was a target on you, but in my arrogance, I believed my reputation would keep you safe.”
“Maybe you should have a little more faith in me,” Olivia retaliated. “Caine—”
“Fuck Caine! I’m sick hearing about all the angelic attributes of Caine and how wonderful he is.” Now that my control had snapped, I didn’t seem to be able to stop revealing too much. Olivia looked as if I had slapped her.
“He comes into our home, and you throw yourself at him. Every time he’s mentioned, I have to endure the sickening details of his journey to sainthood. I really hope his fucking halo chokes him.”
Olivia’s mouth opened as she stared at me, blinking.
I was so fucking tired being noble, so sick of doing what I thought was right for Olivia, and my very soul was sore from discovering that I loved this woman even though I never believed love was real.
My lips met hers in a bruising kiss because my lips could say what I couldn’t. They were able to whisper the words of need and want directly into Olivia in a storm of passion we stood in the middle of.
Her nails trailed down my back, her right leg curving around my hip as she fought me in a way she never had before.
Olivia had always been reserved, almost bordering on obedient.
She enjoyed sex, but never instigated it or matched my energy.
There was a darkness inside me that enjoyed a visceral response from my partner, feral beasts mating in a frenzy.
She bit the corner of my lip, and the metallic taste of blood infused into our kiss. Her hands freed my shirt from my trousers, her long nails following the path along my muscles, her pelvis grinding into mine.
I ripped the material open at the front of her T-shirt, revealing her bulging breasts encased in a red lace bra.
“You owe me a new top,” Olivia said, her hand sliding around to tug my zip down.
“Bill me.” Something had happened during that kiss, because the woman staring back at me was the one I’d fantasised about, the woman with a back of steel, and a will of pure iron.
Her fingers slipped inside my trousers, my dick felt like he was trying to beat his way out to her. Olivia squeezed, and I felt like I was going to come in my pants like a schoolboy watching the cheerleaders showering.
Olivia tugged the rest of my shirt out, nimbly dealing with the buttons. Frankly, I would have ripped it open without a care for those pesky buttons. She dipped down, her tongue flicking my stomach, my breath catching when Olivia’s teeth scraped against my skin.
There was something about repressed violence in sex which lit a flame deep in me, a passion that could not be contained because it burned so hot.
“Livvie,” I warned. She was about to release the beast in me that she had never encountered before.
She nipped my collar bone. “I’m sick doing what I’m told,” Olivia said against my ear. “I’m tired of playing safe.”
“You’re playing with fire,” I grated out.
“And the burn is delicious,” Olivia replied, licking the pulse point at my throat.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, trapping her wrists in my hands to pin them against the wall. “You are driving me insane.”
“Then show me,” Olivia taunted, thrusting her hips against mine. “I need to feel your true emotions.”
We met in a clash of mouths and hands, each of us clawing at the other.
Olivia crashed into her dressing table, some of the contents scattering across the floor, but I pushed the rest off to make room for her ass as I trailed her destroyed top off, followed by her bra, my shirt joining them on the floor.
Olivia grabbed the belt of my trousers, hauling me closer to her. “I think you’re a little overdressed right now,” she said, struggling with the intricate buckle on my belt. “Is this a chastity belt? Do I have to say a magic word to gain access to your cock?”
I could think of many magic words that would grant her access to my dick.
“Maybe I should rub him like a genie and he’ll grant my wishes?” Olivia continued, rubbing the back of her knuckles over my straining erection.
I leaned forward, bending her over the dressing table until she was trapped under me. “What’s your first wish?”
Olivia blinked, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “Mmm.” She cleared her throat. “I want you to stop treating me like a porcelain doll. In my books…” She glanced away.
This intrigued me because I’d seen her reading, but in my head she was reading murder mysteries, or cute little stories about fluffy bunnies or something. “In your books?” I queried.
Olivia finally met my gaze. “You’re a mafia boss, a kingpin, godfather, crime lord, or other names to denote your position.
In my books, they are alphaholes who pin their women to the wall and fuck them senseless.
They use their cocks to express how they feel because they are emotionally stunted, and can’t say I love you to the women who own their hearts.
They tie their lovers up, and do things that are probably illegal in some countries. ”
My eyebrows shot up at her words. “That’s a lot of responsibility on my dick. I wouldn’t want to inflate his ego.”
“He’s big enough to handle it,” Olivia commented. “I’m sure he can rise to the challenge. He seems to be ready for action now.” She didn’t seem to be able to stop herself tugging at my dick, her nail playing with the piercing.
“We need to have a chat about your reading materials later,” I replied, but right now, there was something more important on my mind.
I had tried to keep her safe, given her pleasure without expecting anything in return, but these past few days had eroded my patience.
Without missing a beat, I pushed her leggings down, and spun Olivia towards the wall.
There was no time to prepare her for my entry, her legs not wide enough to allow her to stretch to accommodate me.
“Fuck!” Olivia gasped, her hand forming a fist against the wall. “Max!”
“I’m ticking your first box, Olivia. Fucking you senseless against the wall.” I bit her shoulder, pulling back and thrusting hard and deep again.
Her ass pushed back against me, back arching. There was no finesse to the way my hips pounded against Olivia’s, our bodies moving in time with one another as instinct took over.
My palm connected with the curve of her ass. Olivia stilled for a moment before her ass wiggled, giving my dick a massage.
“Again,” she demanded.
My other hand connected with her ass, my thumb trailing down her ass crack. Olivia made a strange growl, her ass pushing back.
I started to thrust again, spanking her intermittently as I sensed her body language craving the stimulation.
This was an interesting change in the relationship with my innocent wife.
I needed to find out what she had been reading because she had just opened the equivalent of a sexual Pandora’s box, and I was more than happy to dig deep into that cavern of pleasure.
Olivia wiggled her ass, her arms stretching up the wall. “Max!” she moaned, trying to widen her legs.
“Ah-ah,” I said against her ear, stopping when I was balls deep in her. “You only get what I give you, Livvie. Your pleasure is mine to give.” My hand slipped from her hip around to massage her clit. She clenched around me, her head falling forward.
“I can’t, Max. It’s too much.”
I gently bit her shoulder. “And what would happen in your books?”
She groaned, pushing her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry I mentioned that now.” She huffed. “The hero would ignore her and chase the pleasure since he would know how to wring out orgasm after orgasm.”
Hero. I liked the sound of that. I was normally the criminal or villain.
“Well, I guess I have to follow the script,” I said, sliding my thumb down her spine, stopping at the top of her ass. “And anal?”
She clenched. “Nope. There is no way you are putting that huge cock of yours up my tiny—”
I drew back and slammed into her, stopping her rant. Some men wanted to conquer and take everything, all I wanted was to see what her limits were. I didn’t need to stick my dick up her ass to consider myself in control.
She was panting, her body struggling against the orgasm that was threatening her, and I wanted to see that expression on her face as she fell apart. Olivia kept every part of her hidden behind a beautiful veneer, except for that one moment, and that was when she was truly mine.
I pulled out of her, and she fell forward against the wall. She tried to spin around, her flushed face filled with confusion.
“Max?”
I grabbed her around the waist, striding across the room to throw her on the bed.
“Legs wide, arms above your head,” I commanded, watching every reaction flutter across her face. “Now, baby.”
She blinked rapidly, her arms stretching above her head, presenting her breasts to me. Her legs fell open, exposing her core, my dick straining to return to his happy place.
I crawled onto the bed and between her legs, my hands sliding up her thighs to widen her further.
“There is no way I would let any of those animals touch what belongs only to me,” I said, my right hand moving between her legs, my index finger running between her folds and stopping at her entrance. “I will kill every fucker who even dared to bid on you.”
Olivia’s mouth fell open when I slid my finger into her. I watched as I slowly rubbed that spot inside her that many men seemed unable to find.
“They’ll kill us for walking away and not submitting to them,” Olivia gasped, her hips tilting up.
“I’d happily die to prevent them touching you.” I leaned down, and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking with my tongue, reluctantly releasing it to speak. “They’ll learn that I always get what I want no matter who I have to take off the gameboard.”
I slammed into her, and Olivia bit into her bottom lip, her eyes closing as she did they strange little hum that meant she was existing in a world of pleasure.
I released all my thoughts, letting my body chase that pleasure along with her.
Our bodies moved in an ancient rhythm, Olivia’s face revealing her true feelings as she succumbed to sensation.
I felt her body tightening around mine, her gaze locking with mine as she tumbled over the ravine to freefall into an orgasm.
That delicious wildfire burned down my spine, lighting all my nerve endings as my balls tightened. Olivia screamed, her body arching as my own orgasm erupted into her body. Her gaze locked with mine as we became one.
In this moment, she belonged to me.