There was no mistaking what was likely in my eyes. Hope. Yearning. Need. Love?
"Olivia, if this is some angle so you can get me to tell you about my past—" he said sternly, his face hardening, but I cut him off."No questions daddy. That's part of the contract, remember? Just show me what it's all about. Just until we get home. Then it can be over. I swear. Show me what love should look like. We'll call it the I love you clause," I said, laying a hand on his cheek, drawing closer to him.Once more, he became visibly uncomfortable as I advanced on him.Mr. Inconsequential, what's that look in your eyes? I have never seen it before but I'm in love with it. With us. With this moment. Keep looking, daddy."Elaborate. Why the I love you clause?" he said, attempting his signature stoic voice, but the words were barely a whisper as his fingers came to life between my folds once more.Was it the unknown emotion flowing between us oUnwilling to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much pleasure she already had me feeling, I took her hands in mine and yanked them off my dick."No more foreplay. No more date night. It's time, Olive," I said, pinning both of her hands down above her head with one of mine. Brave to the end, she raised her head and slammed her lips into mine. Something so like tender affection it could have no other name flowed between us as she claimed me. She fucking claimed me. Not with her cunt, just with her slow, cautious lips. Her mouth moved carefully against mine and it was my undoing. I was going to go slow. Kiss every inch of her. Eat out her soaking wet cunt, but the intimacy of the kiss alone did far too much damage. My hand pressed hers into the sheets as her loving mouth forced me to examine every moment leading up to this one. From the very first time she made my dick twitch when she came out to me as bi, to every laugh, every word, every moment we'v
Getting us from the balcony's double doors to the bedroom was a blur of our tongues battling it out, each demanding more of the other. Usually I could walk through the suite with my eyes closed. I knew the layout so well. Today it took all the brain cells I could spare to get my horny brain to remember where everything was so I wouldn't trip over my own two feet. Her hands were all over me. Her mouth was insatiable. Demanding. Never one to get stuck on kissing, I found myself constantly halting in my tracks to attend to her mouth the way she needed me to. We made out hungrily all the way to the bed. I was drowning in the pleasure of her persistent lips, even ignoring the nagging ache in my groin to indulge in her warm mouth sucking on mine. Time stood still as I laid her down on my bed like the princess she was and placed myself between her delicious thighs. Plump, soft lips. I forced my mouth not to return to them and instead indulge in a different part of her.
My face was on fire as he eye fucked me shamelessly, passionate eyes fixed on mine. "I was full of shit and you know it. Daddy's the best I've ever had. Tonight you'll be even better," I flirted shamelessly. It felt so fucking naughty I tried to rip my hands out of his once again to cover the deepening blush on my face with my hands. He wasn't having it. He held on firmly and licked his lips, watching me for an eternity. Liquid warmth in his eyes. Holding his hands was like being touched by an angelic devil. Desire pooled between my thighs just from this simple act of intimacy. More rubbing my thighs together the longer he stared until he finally let my hands go and looked down at his plate. "Make sure you eat enough, Olive," he said, shrugging my words off and going into big brother mode as he started piling food onto my plate. "I'm not hungry," I said with a frown, the familiarity of him babying me irritating me and slicing right t
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the yacht, Miss Hunter?" Liam asked, standing by the dining table after ushering dinner into the suite. Johnny ended up making a scene about the phone call, which in turn led to me being watched like a hawk by Liam for the last two hours. I turned my phone call with Harmon round and round in my head. Despite what people thought, I wasn't an airhead. It was his voice on the phone, but not him. I couldn't explain it, but something was wrong. Twice he said Olivia instead of Olive. Once he said Miss Hunter. Olivia and Miss Hunter were for angry, reprimanding Harmon. Not happy Harmon. He changed his mind about the dress and me leaving the suite. Mr. Inconsequential doesn't change his mind easily. He did it twice in the span of thirty seconds. "He knows where to find me," I countered, listlessly staring at the candlelit dinner in front of me. I made the right call, didn't I? Two hours had passed though
Bleeding out in my arms. No final words as she choked on her own blood. Olivia's last two minutes on the face of this earth would have been filled with hot, searing, unimaginable pain. Then she would have just been gone. Nothing I could do to save her. Dead. My baby girl, my reason for breathing these last two weeks, would have been dead. My hands trembled slightly, the images flooding my brain. How many deaths had I seen play out before my eyes? I didn't flinch anymore but for her? I'd lose my fucking mind. Burn the world to the ground hunting Marino and his people until one of them finally put me down. That would be the only way to live with knowing I couldn't save her. My fault if she touched those fucking roses. Just like Lance dying was on me. Should have found another way to leave Marino behind. Fucking gutted the motherfucker myself long ago. So many chances. Always at his side. Guilt, fear and rage surged through me. That was all I could handle
"You do remember how to use one of these, right?" a condescending Jack asked as he offered me a gun. It took us all day, but Jack and I tracked Copycat back to a guest's suite. Gaining access to the room wasn't the issue. A fucking civilian was involved and I was like a bull charging at a red flag. I couldn't stop the anger at almost losing Olivia from dictating my actions. I wanted blood and nothing was quieting the murderous urge. The devastation of leaving her behind in tears only fueled said rage. "Bullets are too good for Copycat. Where's what I asked for?" I asked coolly, keeping my voice low so as to maintain the element of surprise, sinking back into torture mode far too easily. I'd deal with the fall out later. Right now I needed Copycat dead. Olivia's lifeless corpse in my arms. I couldn't get the image out of my head. Even as we made our way through the suite stealthily, cautiously clearing the room, I could already see myself slicing through