All Chapters of One night stand with my brother's killer best friend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"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

"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

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.

I almost chuckled at the notion of her still considering this lovemaking, but then the pleasure of pounding her cunt savagely knocked me on my ass. And the fucking feelings were back. Affection mingling with the euphoria of a good fuck until the two were indistinguishable. "Never had anything this good before, baby girl," my raspy voice admitted, watching her take my cock beneath me. Genuine warmth and happiness coursed through me as I fucked the shit out of her. I kept telling myself it would go away. Feel like it usually did if I just fucked her hard enough. "Me neither," she cried out, her throat hoarse from screaming my name over and over again. "Daddy, please don't stop," she whimpered. Any other time I would have pitied her. She was Olivia. My Olive. I couldn't stand to see her in pain but my brain had checked out. My dick was in charge.Harder. Faster. Deeper. The feelings. The warmth. Need. Comfort. Affection. It would go away

I tried to pull myself back from the edge. He meant I was special to him as Billy's sister, nothing more. Then why would he risk his friendship with Billy to fuck me? "Mr. Chancellor, I really must insist," Liam's voice said."Fucking fine," Harmon called back, sighing as he buried his head between my breasts. "Know I'd have ignored him and had my dick fucking you mercilessly by now if you didn't ask for the fucking strawberries and champagne," Harmon grumbled, saving me from declaring my love like a stupid lovesick teenager. I couldn't stop the bittersweet smile from gracing my face as tears threatened to flow anew while I watched him get out of bed and put his boxers on. "Did you change your mind? I don't have to go," Harmon said, returning to cup my cheek and frown down at me. "We can just—" "Spoil me, daddy," I forced myself to say, knowing I needed a moment to compose myself. "My dick's better than strawberries and champagne, but okay," he said, kissing my forehead. "Anyth