ELLEN "Oh, my God, Oliver," I moaned again and dug my nails into the sheets. My back ached back as Oliver's tongue flicked over my wet mound, while his fingers went in and out of my wetness. Oliver knew just how to make me weak. He pushed in and out, in and out, in and out, with every pulse driving me to the verge. He did not stop until there was a rush of warm liquid. I cried out and writhed on the bed as an orgasm hit me. Oliver did not give me a chance to recover, he leaned down immediately and slurped the liquid, licking me thoroughly with his tongue as if it was a kind of tasty juice. I was going to die in his hands because this guy knows how to humble my body. My whole body ached for him. When he was done doing justice to my honey pot, he stood up and I noticed his erection was almost tearing his pants. I couldn't wait for him to be inside me. He quickly unzipped his pants, and his shaft sprang out of his pants and pointed at me. I inhaled deeply. I had
ELLEN When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty. Oliver was not there and I was lying alone naked on the bed. He left again. Why does he always leave when we have sex? I sat up, clutching the bedsheet to my body. I did not know how to feel, but I felt this whole thing was a mistake. I should not have let him touch me, I should have kept my distance. I would amount nothing to this man except a one-night stand. I was someone he would always use to quench his sexual frustrations. Then and now, yet I have not learned my lessons. I stared at his side which was now empty. Everything was the same as five years ago, except that this time, there was no bundle of money beside me. I sighed. I would not stay here and suck all day, I have a child to take care of. I got off the bed, picked up my nightwear that was still tossed across the floor, and wore it back. Oliver satisfied every bit of my sexual hunger, no doubt, but it was excruciatingly hurtful to feel the way I feel
ELLEN I kissed him back. I know I said I do not want to do this with him again, but he was irresistible. I wreathed my arms around his neck as his mouth devoured mine. Today, his kiss was desperate, there was nothing hesitant about it. He was hungry for me as much as I was for him. He cupped my ass, and he pressed me into him. His hardness pressed into me, and I let out a moan. His mouth left my mouth and went down to my neck, to my collarbone, and my breast. I still wore my nightwear, but he sucked my hardened nipple from the fabric. I moaned as pleasure surged through me. He pulled away and grabbed my breasts with his enormous hands and fondled them. His mouth claimed mine again as he fondled my breast. “You smell so nice, Ellen, and you are so sweet,” he murmured against my lip. He was not drunk today. If we get down, we will never stop until we have satisfied ourselves. There won’t be any excuse for this. I think we both needed this, but I h
OLIVER “The impact of your presence is what we ask for...” The words of the man trailed off as my mind wandered towards Ellen. She was a mystery that was getting more complicated. I had agreed to get information out of her by making her trust me enough to spill, but sex with her was not part of my plan and what marveled me most was that it happened twice. The first time was a drunken mistake and because I did not know how to face her the next day, I ran away to my hotel and stayed there, thinking of ways to put it behind me. I saw her calls and I could not man up enough to answer it and so I ignored it. After three days, I knew I could not stop running from my wife. It was a mistake and I hope she understood. She had been kind and understanding and before her, I never spoke to anyone about my predicaments, but when she was around me, I say more in five minutes than I have said in weeks. She affects me like that and I always regret it. I have opened up to he
ELLEN Things were a bit awkward for Oliver and me for the next two days. He did not allow me to stay in his room again and avoided me. I did not want to be near him too until the dinner party he was going to with me came up. Tony asked that I follow him to the dinner party and lead him exactly where he wanted. I did not know what to do. I was no murderer and could not let the man I had sex with a few days ago die like that. But I had Sophie to think about and I would do anything to save her. Oliver sent me a maxi, black, lacy gown that had a slit running up to my thigh. It was sleeveless and made me uncomfortable, but I had to dress for the occasion. I was here for a mission and I had to accomplish it. I did not wear much makeup. Since Tony told me that Pablo Moreno knew my makeup face, I had never taken chances. I do not wear makeup. I left Sophie at Lily's place with two of his men watching over her apartment. Lily did not entirely welcome the idea, but she did it for protection's
OLIVER Ellen remained the center of attraction in the hall. We had nothing to talk about and the topic she tried to bring up was one I would not like to discuss because it would lead to an opening up on what I actually do. I knew she would get inquisitive when she sees all these powerful men. We were supposed to have a conference dinner. Although it was mostly for business, but I feared these men would mention mafia sentiments and bicker about it. A text came to Dante, asking for my attention to discuss something privately. I hated it, but I knew I had to leave Ellen for a while. I was not particularly comfortable with the way that bastard Anthony Romano was looking at her. He stared like he wanted to devour her, and he was not hiding it. I will rip his tongue out from his mouth if he comes anywhere near her. I had to find an excuse to leave Ellen alone. Meanwhile, I did not let her stand there alone; I led her to the bar to sit while I was gone. I was not completel
ELLEN Oliver had my heart beating and my head swirling with everything he did tonight. From the way he stared at me to the way he held me with dominance. I could not stop my heart from beating and feeling guilty about what would take place tonight. I still see other men look at me and I wondered just how good I looked in my dress. Oliver and I did not speak for a while after I asked him what he really did. I had to play the role of an inquisitive wife, too. People were enjoying themselves, looking cheerful and free. I saw Tony’s eyes on me. He was staring at us, unblinking, and not caring if he was seen or not. This guy was a psycho. Why does he keep staring at me? I was uncomfortable with his eyes on me. Oliver must have mistaken it for nervousness because he tried to boost my ego. I could not tell if he spoke for the show or if he was real. He sounded so genuine. I tried to focus on the rules we signed in the contract. I will not be the one to fall and break
OLIVER I did not see it coming. I was so focused on her—my enchantress and did not see the bastard no paid attention to it. I only realized what happened when Ellen’s legs wobbled, and I caught her immediately while she hugged me tightly. Tears pooled up in her eyes as she stared at me. I gently removed my hand from her side and my palm was stained with blood. “I am sorry,” she muttered. I was confused. I looked at the receding motorcycle and could not make out who it was or the plate number. I quickly lifted Ellen in my arms and almost ran back to the parking lot. I spoke to Dante and the others through my device. My voice was unsteady, and I could barely make out words. I charged my driver to take me to any nearby hospital. Ellen was losing a lot of blood and she was growing pale every minute. I contacted men to follow that rider up immediately, even though I doubt they will catch up with him. This was the second time Ellen was attacked— no, she took this