More than annoyed at the interruption, I strode towards Viktor and snarled. “This had better be fucking life or death.”
He gave me a mild look. “Carl called, and so did Bastelli. They both said something got fucked up with the paperwork for the barge export.”
My business model was a simple one. I ran a legal business, and I used that business to transport all my illegal product. I had an inside guy at the government’s marine transport office who, for a fee, looked the other way when he needed to. Unfortunately, he was away this week, making everything twice as difficult. We were moving a legal shipment of goods, but we wanted Bunko to think this shipment wasn’t legal so that he would try and take it out. The plan was to expect his attack and be ready with extreme countermeasures against him and his team.
“What’s the issue?”
He shrugged. “No clue. Carl said his men were at the barge, waiting for a load to arrive, when a marine inspector showed up asking for paperwork they didn’t have.”
I stared at Viktor blankly. The only thing my brain could absorb was that Olivia was upstairs getting ready to give me a lap dance. I didn’t give a shit about paperwork. It wasn’t fair I asked Olivia to dance for me, but my cock no longer cared about fair. The more time I spent with her, the less control I had in holding back my desire.
God, the things I wanted to do to her.
Viktor stared at me expectantly.
I blinked at him. “Say that again.”
“What do you want to do?”
I worked to focus on the problem. Carl, Bastelli, marine inspector, paperwork. “Let’s go to the barge. I want this wrapped up in an hour or less.”
Three hours later, after running around between offices and trying to track down paperwork I knew I had submitted, it was finally found on the desk of some officer who had accidentally clipped it to someone else’s file. Then, because of the fuss, they wanted to actually put eyes on the shipment—half of which was still at our warehouse while the other half was en route to the barge.
To say it was a shit show was an understatement. All of this work to instigate a gunfight with Bunko’s men in a few days. Because Bunko was never going to go away unless we engaged at some point.
I walked into the dimly lit loft. I poured myself a stiff drink and then I walked to the bed, needing to see Olivia’s face.
She was curled up on the end of the bed like some sleeping sex nymph. Her hair hung in thick curled waves over her shoulders, and she wore the sexiest underwear I’d ever seen. The sheer skirt she had pulled on did nothing to hide the perfection of her ass.
My cock instantly hardened. Jesus. What had I missed?
I leaned over her and pressed my mouth to her lips.
She mumbled, “You’re late.”
“I want my dance.”
She put a hand over her eyes. “Too late.”
This dance was happening.
I bent down and moved my mouth along her neck. She moaned.
“What kind of dance were you going to do for me?”
She opened sleepy eyes. “The sexy kind.”
“I’m ready when you are.”
She sighed. “I’m too tired to feel sexy.”
I gave a short laugh. “I bet I could make you feel sexy in two minutes or less.”
“Go for it.” She sighed softly as I trailed my lips lightly over her collarbone.
I yanked her legs to the edge of the bed and then lifted up the sheer fabric of her skirt so I could trail my hot mouth up her inner thigh. I teased only her inner thighs until her legs were shaking.
I lifted my head to look at her.
She was staring, wide-eyed, at the ceiling. “Don’t stop.”
“I want my dance.”
Not sure what she’d do, I pulled up the song she had chosen and hit play. The music throbbed in a low beat through the room. Then I grabbed a chair and sat down on it like she’d asked me to earlier. She was raised on the back of her elbows, looking properly mussed. I could see her debating her options.
Please, fucking dance. I took a sip of my drink and gave her a challenging stare.
She stood up and bent at the waist to shake out her hair, and then she straightened up. My mouth went completely dry.
She walked towards me to the beat of the music; her heels giving an extra sway to her hips. She reached down and took my glass from my hands. I watched as she took a long sip before looking down at me.
Her eyes studied my face as if she was looking for the truth. “Would you like a lap dance?”
Thank you, fuck. I reached up and took the glass back from her hand. “Yes.”
She stepped over one of my thighs and lifted her hair in her arms. Her hips started to move to the music. Slow and sensual, her movements were subtle but effective.
Her eyes locked with mine. Her thighs barely touched mine, but her movements were so erotic, she made me wonder if I had ever really had a lap dance before.
She suggestively moved to stand between my legs. She went down to her haunches, using her hands to push my knees apart. She spun around and did some sort of shimmy thing between my legs, coming so close to my cock but never touching my body. The only part of her that touched me was her hands on my knees.
When she came back up, she pushed my legs together and straddled them. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she swayed her entire body to the music.
She was driving me crazy. Why did I think I could handle her? After two minutes of dancing, I was already in overdrive. She pushed me to the brink of my control every time.
She moved like a dancer with years of training, but her eyes asked me if I wanted her. I knew a better man would refuse her invitation, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Her eyes always showed me how she felt about me. That raw emotion was what drew me to her, like darkness seeking the light. It’s what I constantly worked to resist.
She felt like a drug.
So, I sat on that chair, my cock trying to drill through my jeans, while she swayed lower and lower, her hands on my neck. Our eyes locked when she ground herself on my cock. My hands spanned her waist but instead of lifting her off, I pulled her down harder. I drowned in her gaze as she started to rotate her body against mine.
Somewhere in the back of my brain, I knew this was the stupidest fucking mistake, but my impatient fingers yanked down the fabric of her bra so I could capture one hard nipple between my lips. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me tighter.
I stood up to stop the dance, but I ended up lifting her and wrapping her legs around me so I could suck on her other breast. “Olivia.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck while I backed her onto the bed. This was happening. I think we both knew it.
Ending the self-denial that I would be able to walk away, I kneeled above her.
Without speaking, I looked her over. She was every man’s fantasy, with her vulnerable expression and fuck-me hair. I needed to slow this down because my body raged to fuck. I teased her lips with mine until she was softly sighing into my mouth. Her lips were perfection. I buried my mouth against her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent was intoxicating.
I kissed my way down to her collarbone and then back up the other side of her neck while my fingers teased her nipples. I loved feeling her arch towards my touch.
I stared up into her eyes as I dragged my mouth down to one breast. She cried out when my tongue played with her nipple. I lifted up, so I could watch her face as I unclasped her bra. She was breathing heavily and looking at me with hooded eyes.
I moved up so my face was above hers. I pushed some hair off her face. “How are you doing?”
She gave me an adorable smile. “Good.”
I said the words I might regret for the rest of my life. “If you want to stop this, we should stop it now.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to stop this.”
Thank fuck.
Dozens of things I wanted to do with her passed through my brain. “Where should we start?”
Her breath hitched adorably. “I want to see you naked.”
“Really?” I said with a half-smile.
She nodded.
Without looking away from her, I stood up and took off my clothes. My cock was savagely hard. I got back onto the bed while remaining on my knees, wondering if she’d ever gone this far with a guy before.
Judging by the wide eyes that were glued to my dick, I suspected not. I gave her an eyeful. Then I kissed her until she trembled.
I need to taste her.
I looked down at her. “Now I want you to sit on my face.”
She looked shocked. “No.”
I leaned back and tugged off her panties, loving the shocked noise she made. I tossed them over my shoulder. “Oh, sorry. Were you using those?”
She covered her face and giggled.
I lay down beside her on my side and slowly traced my fingers over her rib cage while leaning in for another kiss. “God, your kisses are sweet.” Then I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over so she was straddling me. Her expression was playful as she stared down at me. “Are you going to let me suck on that perfect pussy of yours?”
“Right now?”
“Can you think of a better time?”
She motioned to get off me, but I held on to her hips. “I want you to sit on my face.”
She looked worried. “No.”
“Do you trust me?”
She swallowed and then gave me a quick nod.
“If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
She nodded again.
I helped guide her so she was straddling my face until my mouth was exactly where I wanted it. My first taste made her gasp and jerk against my mouth. I held her hips tight and made her receive everything I wanted to give her. I teased her until she was riding my face with frantic abandon. When she came, her entire body trembled, and she cried out my name.
That cry was what put me over the edge.
I flipped her onto her back and moved up her body, positioning myself between her legs. I paused, using monumental effort to regain control. I had finally reached my limit. I knew if I was ever going to be able to walk away from her, this was as far as I could go.
She was breathing hard as she watched my face. “I want you to be my first.”
I wasn’t a nice enough guy to be anyone’s first.
I meant to tell her that she was making a huge mistake. Instead, I asked, “How many times do you think I can make you come before you beg me to stop?”
I meant to roll on my back and let her set the pace from on top, but instead, I pushed one of her legs up so my cock could find her entrance.
I meant to ease in one inch at a time, but I steadily pushed myself into her. Mad sensations rolled through my body. She was so tight and hot. I was breathing hard in my effort to keep myself completely still.
Her eyes were wide as she sucked in air.
“Olivia.”
Her entire body shuddered around my cock. God help me.
I lifted my head and pushed the hair back from her face. “Are you okay?”
She looked dazed. “Oh, wow.”
I kissed her until she moaned and her arms went around my neck. I kissed her until her hips started to buck in a frustrated protest against my lack of movement. Only then did I roll onto my back, lifting her so her soft, tight depths remained impaled on my hard cock. “Move for me.”
My wildest fucking dreams could never have imagined this moment. Her hair flowed over her back. She planted two hands on my chest and then she began to slowly rotate her dancer’s hips. I used all my willpower to let her be in control.
Our eyes met. “I want you to move and show me what feels good.”
Olivia moved like a dancer: smooth, aware, and intense. Her face had this dreamy, faraway gaze as she rode me. I stared at her, spellbound. I never wanted this to end. Her orgasm caught her off guard, making her arch her back and squeeze her eyes shut. I felt her inside walls spasm around my cock, milking it in hot, tight waves.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control.” I gritted my teeth, my fingers digging into her waist.
“Yes,” she moaned, still moving against me.
My balls tightened, and then I was bucking into her like a fucking bronco. Her soft cries made me thrust harder until I was pouring all of myself into her.
She collapsed on my chest, panting. My mind and body hovered in some kind of existential bliss. I should have felt guilty for crossing that line with her. Maybe other men would have. But as I stroked my big hands down her naked back, my only thought was how long I should probably wait before starting that again.
She lifted up her face to look at me. “I thought you might reject my dirty dance.”
I traced light fingers up her spine. “Sweetheart, a priest couldn’t have resisted that dance. How sore is your pussy?”
She gave me a cute smile. “Not sore at all.”
“Liar.” I looked into her eyes. “Was it like you thought it would be?”
She blushed and looked away with a smile. “Not really.”
I put my hands around her face so I could tilt her eyes to mine. “How so?”
She thought about her answer. “It was better.”
And I could make it a thousand times better for her. I sat up and lifted her with me. “Let’s go have a shower.”
“Right now?”
“Any objections?”
She giggled. “Not yet.”
I carried her into the shower and let her stand under the warm spray. I washed every inch of her with a soft cloth, leaving the best part for last. When I pushed the cloth between her legs, she gasped, clinging to the walls as I took my time.
“Time to rinse off.” I took the showerhead off the wall and began to tease her entire body with the spray. I used the massage setting on her clit while my other hand roved over her wet body until she squirmed in my arms.
“Andrusha,” she begged.
“What do you need, gorgeous?”
“I just need… more.”
I laughed and spun her around until I had her pinned face-first against the shower wall. I nibbled on her neck. “Say please.”
A shudder rippled down her back. “Please.”
I lifted her leg up, and then my cock was up against her entrance. “Tell me you want my cock inside of you.”
“I want you inside of me,” she implored.
I slowly slid my cock into her wet perfection. Her entire body arched against me. She felt so fucking good that my eyes practically rolled back. I wrapped one arm around her waist, steadying her, so I could start moving.
Her entire body quivered as I rocked my body forward, driving myself deeper into her. I took it slow this time, knowing it would drive her crazy. I pushed my other hand between her legs so I could toy with her clit.
Her fingers curled against the wall, and her hips began to thrust back as she tried to quicken my pace.
“Andrusha,” she sobbed. “Please.”
I wanted to charge us over the finish line. I also never wanted this moment to end. Her long, wet hair hanging down her narrow back, the sound of her gasps and moans. The feel of my hard cock, slowly sliding into her warm, clenched pussy.
“What do you need, Olivia? Tell me.” I skimmed my lips over her shoulder, beneath her ear, along her jawline.
“I don’t know.”
I bit her shoulder lightly before yanking her hips towards me, so I could bury myself deeper inside of her. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she choked out.
I started to move with more power and speed, burying myself into her with each rocking thrust.
Her head fell back. “Oh, yes.”
I could feel my body tingle from my dick and through my core, like electricity. Fuck, I was so close to coming. My fingertips swirled around her clit, and then she jerked back hard against me as she began to orgasm.
“Andrusha.” Her voice was almost anguished.
“That’s it. Just let go,” I growled as her inner walls spasmed around me.
I crushed her to me as I drove into her. Electricity buzzed through my body, spreading in waves from my groin and spine. I tightened my hold as I pumped my release into her.
“Oh fuck.” I braced my arm against the shower wall as I worked to keep us both upright.
I worked to catch my breath, wincing as I slowly slid out of her. I shut off the water and grabbed a towel, drying her off and then wrapping her in it before grabbing another towel for myself.
She yelped when I picked her up and put her over my shoulder. “Time to get in bed.”
I dumped her soaking, giggling ass back on the bed and moved to the fridge for a beer. When I got back to bed, I found her sprawled on top, naked and sated.
I crawled across the foot on the bed and studied her, taking her tiny foot in my hand. I kissed the instep. “How are you doing?”
She looked like a goddess, completely uninhibited by her nakedness. “Hi.”
I traced light fingers up one calf and the words came out of me before I could stop them. “You’re mine now.”
Her brown eyes widened. “What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
She gave a cute little shrug. “Does it mean we’re dating?”
Normally, I didn’t care to commit, to lock anything down. My sexual relationships were consensual and short-term. They didn’t last long enough for me to care. For Olivia, without apology, I felt a primal possessiveness. She is mine. She was mine to protect and keep safe. And now she was mine to fuck.
“It means you belong to me,” I said matter-of-factly. “You’re all mine.”
She gave a cute, innocent smile that looked slightly baffled. “Okay.”
“You look confused about that,” I teased.
She tried again. “Does this mean we’re dating?”
God. She. Was. Cute.
I knelt on the bed and, grabbing her ankles, yanked her naked body down the bed towards me. “You want to be my girlfriend?”
Her laughter caught in her throat when I spread her legs wide open. “Yeah.”
I dropped my face to her pussy, teasing her with my tongue. “You know what that means? To be mine?”
Her fingers dug into my hair when my tongue pushed into her pussy. “What?”
I tried to put into words how I felt. We had crossed a line tonight, a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Now I would put my mark on her. I would make her feel and I would make her want.
“It means I get to do very wicked things with you.”
She groaned. “Like what? Tell me.”
I drew one tongue down her thigh. “You’re going to let me tie you up.”
She lifted her head. “I am?”
I looked up her body and held her gaze. “And I think I want to spank you.”
Her body jerked as I slid my fingers into her. “Spank me?”
“Until you come.” I sucked on her clit.
She was breathless. “Why would you want to spank me?”
I lifted my lips. “Only when you disobey me.”
Her hips jerked towards my mouth, asking for more. “How would I do that?”
I nibbled with my lips around her clit, loving how her hips bounced up, seeking release. “You might come when I tell you not to.”
“I won’t,” she gasped.
I teased her with my tongue until her entire body was straining towards my mouth. I loved how her sensitive body responded to my touch.
My phone rang, and we both froze.
I knew my guys never rang my phone in the middle of the night unless it was an emergency. “I need to get this.”
I reached to the nightstand for my phone. “What?”
“Bastelli’s place got hit. Four injured, and they are calling an emergency meeting.”
“I’ll be downstairs in ten.”
I threw my phone on the floor and moved up her body to kiss her goodbye. Her legs clamped around me, my dick getting dangerously close to her.
I eased myself away. “I have to go.”
She gave a little shimmy, rubbing herself against my cock. “Not yet.”
“We should definitely not do that.”
She shifted her body, capturing the top of my cock against her opening. I groaned into her shoulder when I slid back inside. I lifted my face and pushed her damp hair off her face. “I need to be gentle with you.”
She stared up into my face and said softly, “You are.”
Knowing the clock was ticking towards something none of us could prevent, I took my time to slowly fuck her while staring into her eyes. Her last orgasm left her entire body shaking. I kissed her long and hard, still buried deep inside of her. I didn’t deserve her. But here I was, reeling her in, one orgasm at a time. Waiting until they became a need for her.
I stared down at her beauty and my heart squeezed. You’re mine now.
To punish myself, I didn’t let myself come. “There’s an emergency.”
Her languid arms clung to my neck. “And you have to go?” she murmured.
I drowned in her gaze. “I have to go.”
She gave me a lazy smile. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
I forced myself to pull my throbbing cock out of her.
“Your boyfriend is very sad he has to leave this bed.” I used the antiquated term because I knew it meant something to her, even though it didn’t come close to describing what I would become to her.
She laughed, all happiness. “Me too.”
I gave her a hard kiss. “Get some sleep,” I warned her, “because when I get back, we’re going to start this all over again.”
Viktor and five of my men stood waiting in the bay as I jogged down the stairs. Without speaking, we got into three different vehicles.
I sat in the passenger seat beside Viktor.
“What do you know about tonight?”
“Three gunmen entered Rouge. They shot the place up. Four people were injured.”
“Did they catch the shooters?”
“No.”
We pulled up to Noir, Rouge’s sister club, and we were immediately ushered into the back. Bastelli was beside himself, screaming on the phone and yelling at people in Italian. In the corner of the office, Carl sat waiting, sipping his drink.
“Do we know who’s behind this?”
“Closed cameras showed the same license plates that Bunko’s crew uses.”
This entire shit show was getting old. “What next?”
“Bastelli wants to go hog wild and light up Bunko’s ass.”
I poured myself a drink. “We don’t even know where he is.”
Carl lifted his drink and pointed to Bastelli. “Tell him that.”
The meeting lasted until dawn as we strategically worked together to plan the best offense and defense against Bunko.
We all agreed that our plan to lure Bunko’s men out to sea before engaging in a gunfight was the best way to hit him where it counted.
When the sun came up, the police let Bastelli do a walk-through of his club. The three of us walked through the scene together. Based on the evidence, it had been an ugly and unfair fight. As I stood amidst shattered glass and mirrors, bullet casings, and stripper poles, I remembered my promise to myself to get Olivia out of this world. Tonight she had wrapped herself further around my heart, like a twist of rope. I was supposed to save her, not ruin her. But I didn’t know how I would ever resist her again.
I looked around the bar, getting a sense of my enemy. Up until this moment, I had been certain I could take him, but there was a ruthlessness to Bunko’s violence that was hard to fight. It was the kind of violence that was so cold it could freeze someone’s heart. Bunko was the most dangerous man I’d ever encountered.
Carl looked at the carnage. “This guy is fucked in the head.”
I was walking a precarious line between destroying Olivia and saving her. If I wanted to save her from this life, Bunko needed to be taken care of.
“When our barge goes out, we need to be ready for every possibility.”
