Dangerous Thirst (Possessing Her Book 1), page 25
But with their lieutenant going to visit Olivia, it was apparent that they at least knew she was okay. Why didn’t he take her for himself? The boss would be happy regardless of how they got her, but even when given the chance, he took her to get coffee and brought her right back. It didn’t make sense.
Next, I went to a sporting goods store for a few more supplies. If they were going to come after me, I for damn sure would be ready. I was going to die one way or another, but I could at least protect Olivia and take a few of their men out with me.
I left the stores after spending a hefty penny and headed back to the motel, ready to be in control again. Olivia had a way of flipping the roles with her sweet pussy. She could turn the coldest man soft with the way she felt.
Hearing her moan my name was my new favorite sound, and I had to force the memory to the back of my mind when I arrived back at the motel. It was sketchy, but I had to be careful. Not knowing who was after me meant I had to act as if everyone was out to get me.
That made me think of Olivia and her sweet observation that I was paranoid. She’d gone as far as to suggest I seek help, which almost made me laugh out loud. I just couldn’t understand how a mobster’s daughter could be so innocent and caring.
When I opened the door, she struggled to turn her body away from me, but I could see she had been crying, and it made me feel like shit. I untied her hands while evading her sight, not wanting to answer for how I was treating her.
I knew the sex was making her grow attached to me, but I couldn’t tell her I was experiencing the same feelings. She wasn’t alone in it, but I needed her to think she was so that I could maintain control.
Her eyes peered into me, so I went to the bags I carried in and focused on my supplies to put a little space between us. Always the curious one, Olivia followed, kneeling beside me as she spoke over my shoulder.
“What is all of this for?” she questioned.
“I have two gangs after me, Olivia. I’ve got to get ready,” I answered, coming across the zip ties as I thought of how I wanted to use them on her.
She glared at me like she was reading my thoughts before rushing to her feet and going into the bathroom quickly. My seed had dried on her ass, and it turned me on to see my mark on her.
The water was running from the shower, and I rose to my feet, leaving the supplies in their bags as I decided to join her.
44. Chapter Forty-Two
Olivia
The water couldn’t get hot enough to wash the shame from my body. Every time he touched me, I wanted so badly to feel repulsed, but I came alive beneath his body. It was the most freeing moment of my life, submitting to him and allowing him to have his way with my body.
He was a master at work, and having his full attention was arousing. I had never been the center of anyone’s life, but it felt like Hunter was all about me no matter what I did. He watched me so closely and could spot what I liked and didn’t like before I could.
It was how he behaved after the sex that felt so awful. He shut me out and walked away without so much as a word. I hated it. Tying me up was only nice when he was going to seduce or fuck me. I hated it when he left me alone so vulnerable. There weren’t security guards in the raggedy motel, and I didn’t want to be discovered alone in the nude.
I used the bar of soap as I scrubbed my skin, trying to push the memories to the back of my mind, but I couldn’t. The way he growled when he pushed himself inside of me made me weak at the knees. I liked having that much power over him and bringing him so much pleasure.
But when he came, everything switched off. The last time, he even said my name as he climaxed, and it made me feel invincible, but then he tied me up and left without so much as a word. It left me feeling used and without value.
The door opened, and Hunter walked in with his shirt removed. My heart sunk to my stomach from the look in his eyes. He wanted more, I could tell. But I didn’t want to be his plaything. It was all getting too complicated again, and I needed to make a decision.
He wasn’t going to just let me go, and it appeared he didn’t think he had a problem with his mental health, so any type of intervention was unlikely. I enjoyed the way he made my body feel, but I was uncertain if I was willing to pay the high cost he charged—complete submission.
A small part of me wanted to continue this fucked-up game we were playing and allow him to continue to use me to no avail, but then I kicked myself for even considering such a cheap offer. I was worth more, and nothing was worth how I felt afterward.
He watched me closely through the glass door, and I turned to conceal my body, but I could still feel his eyes all over me. It was too intense, so I shut the water off abruptly, reaching out for my towel, but it was gone.
“Looking for something?” he asked, dangling my towel, and I snatched it from his hand before wrapping the rough fabric around my body.
Hunter followed me out into the room, his body so close I could hear his breathing, the warmness of his deep sighs tickling my ear.
“Come here.” He pulled at my hip from behind, pressing his erection into my back. “You feel that, Olivia?”
I didn’t answer, fearing my voice would betray how excited I was. He was teasing me again, knowing how my body did whatever it needed to get more of him. I was over his manipulation and certain I had to break free from the mental prison he was keeping me bound to.
“Let’s play with these.” He dangled a zip tie in the air when I turned to face him. My heart sunk again. Why was he so dead set on driving my body crazy? It was like he wanted me to fall in love with him through orgasm, but there was nothing to counteract the way he treated me afterward.
“Stop, Hunter!” I pushed him, but it was useless. He was too strong, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
“Stop?” He chuckled, his face so close to mine I could see the dots on his tongue as it shot out to slide across his full lips. “I’m in control, Olivia. Remember?” He raised his eyebrows as he asked.
“What do you want from me?” I gripped the towel tightly to cover my naked body.
“What do I want?” He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
“Yes! What’s your endgame?”
“I get to decide, Olivia. And the cool part is, I don’t have to explain shit to you. You’re mine. I decide whether you live or die, and all you can do is be thankful and obedient,” he whispered, overenunciating every word as he walked into me, my feet racing to backpedal until I felt the bed at my calves.
“Please, Hunter. I don’t want you to bind me again,” I whined.
“I don’t care. You see what you do to me?” He pressed his manhood into me again, reaching for my wrists, but I shoved him instead.
My feet couldn’t move fast enough as I struggled to get away, but as always he fought and won, holding me down as he slipped the zip tie around my wrists. Shoving me down on the mattress, he pushed my hands above my head, and I was grateful he didn’t tie them to the bed. Having my wrists bound together wasn’t the worst; it was being connected to the bed that I hated most.
I waited for him to tie my ankles, and when I felt his grip on my calf, I anticipated another zip tie, but it never came. Instead, I felt his tongue on my skin as he kissed me softly before biting my skin until I tensed with pain.
“Oww!” I called, and he looked down at me with pleasure.
Hunter repeated this, leaving red marks up my leg before he reached my sex. He breathed on my opening, and it felt cool against my arousal. I was panting with anticipation when his mouth covered my sex, kissing me down there like he did my lips.
My legs fell apart, my hips rising to push myself greedily into his mouth. I didn’t care; I needed more. His mouth was even more skilled than his fingers, and he worked me over with ease, using his teeth to tantalize my clit before sliding his tongue in and out of my slit.
I was on edge, and just one more graze along my sweet spot would send me over the edge, but he stopped, leaving me soaking and hot.
This time I didn’t even yell or cry; the torture was enough, and from looking up at him, I was certain he enjoyed it too much to ever stop. There would never be a reason good enough for him to let me go, and I tried to think clearly as my body wound down, knowing he was undoubtedly going to build me back up again in his teasing routine.
My body was a slave to him, so I would again lose my mind and my thoughts would be clouded with emotion, but in that clear moment, I knew I had to get out one way or another.
I had regained my composure, my body calming after the storm when he smiled before dipping his head between my legs again, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue before sliding two fingers inside of me. My muscles clenched down, needing the pressure and forgetting the plan I had just formulated.
I was lost to him, desperate to feel him as I fought off the orgasm I knew he wouldn’t let me have. No, he liked to feel me cum too much to send me over the edge with his fingers, so when my body fell from grace without a release, I wasn’t even shocked.
“You can’t get enough, Olivia.” He shook his head as I struggled to catch my breath.
Pulling his pants down, he watched as I stared at his impressive length. I wanted to taste him after he’d given me such pleasure with his mouth. For a second, I thought he could read my thoughts as he gripped the girth, stroking slowly.
“What if I just cum for you and make you wait longer for your climax. Would you like that?” He stroked his member before pressing the pad of his thumb against the head of his cock.
“Please, Hunter,” I heard myself say.
I hated the way I begged him, but my body wasn’t under my control when he did this to me. I was his, and he knew it. Climbing on top of me, he grinned with pleasure.
“Open up,” he whispered, and my legs spread wide for him.
When he slid inside me, every thought, plan, and promise melted away. There was nothing between us, and no thought could fade the way he made my body sing. I moaned with every thrust, reveling in the thickness of his cock as he tore through my flesh without remorse.
Hunter was by far the roughest lover of my life, but I had no idea how much I liked it until he gave it to me. My body came alive, and I wrapped my legs around him, our bodies bumping together as I fought to keep my wrists above my head although I wanted to bring them around his body.
“You feel too good to deny.” He said it so low I was certain I would have missed it if his mouth wasn’t so close to my ear, and it set me off.
Giving him pleasure was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and I came hard as he pumped me long and hard. His length reached new depths, and I screamed his name, which only seemed to push him further.
“Oh, God!” I cried as he bucked into me, his feet digging into the sheets like he wanted to bury himself inside me.
My body built again, and I feared what another orgasm would do. He’d already made me cum so many times, but my body knew no limits when it came to him. He was in control, and he knew better than I did what to do to get me off.
His hand reached beneath my body, gripping my ass as he growled loudly in my ear. It was so erotic and animalistic to hear him losing himself, and so I let go, allowing him to dominate me however he saw fit.
“Now, Olivia!” he barked, and I moaned, unable to control my speech but confused as to what he wanted.
“Cum! Olivia! Cum! Now!”
On cue, my body began to unwind, spiraling with pleasure as he pushed into me three more times, my climax surrounding him before I squeezed down, biting his cock with my pussy. It always turned him on, and I wrapped my legs tightly to stop him from pulling out, which I knew would only hurt his control.
He slammed in and out of me and struggled to get up before wrapping his hand around my throat until I could barely breathe, his hips still rocking forward relentlessly.
He didn’t speak a word, just inaudible grunts, and I finally released, the lack of breath taking my orgasm to new heights as the creamy hot semen splashed across my stomach.
“Goddammit, Olivia! Fuck!” he yelled, stroking his cock as he looked up to the ceiling.
Oh, yeah. I had to get the fuck out of here, because he was turning me into an addict the way he worked my body over, always leaving me begging for more. It was dangerous, and I realized Hunter wasn’t the only one who needed help.
45. Chapter Forty-Three
Hunter
After leaving to clear my head, I found myself back in Olivia, and now I was even more conflicted than before. Her little stunt had almost made me cum inside her, but the rush and panic of it all only intensified my release. It was so good; I wanted to hold and cuddle her, which was wrong. I needed to get out of there, and I needed to get out fast. Glancing around, I looked for anything I could use to tie her wrists to the bedpost.
“If you’re going to leave me, can I please get dressed?” she asked, and reading the confusion on my face, she continued, “If someone comes in, I don’t want them to find me like this.” She looked down at her body.
She had a point, and I wasn’t sure how long I would be leaving her alone, so I nodded, gathering my clothes as she raced to get dressed. By the time I was pulling my shirt over my head, Olivia was fully dressed, nervously sitting on the bed.
“Did you really need the shoes?” I chuckled, looking at her sneakers.
It didn’t matter, so I just tied her to the bed and grabbed my things before turning off the light and leaving her alone in the darkness. I needed space between us to think clearly again.
My thoughts were scattered and all over the place. Why was she so fucking alluring? It was more than any other woman had been to me, and I couldn’t contain myself whenever I was around her.
Olivia was beyond sexy; her body was meant for me, and I knew I couldn’t keep fighting the feelings that were compounding every time she brought me to climax. It was more than sex with her, much more.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t get her to change her story. It was frustrating, but I also began to think she could possibly be telling the truth. I walked to my car, sitting in the driver’s seat as I wondered aloud how crazy it would be for her not to know who her father was.
I had to admit, it all added up in her favor. The house was set up for kids to move in, with bunk beds and desks and all types of toys. When I first took her, she told me she would be missing deliveries for the kids, and as soon as she got back, there were people moving in furniture.
Even the hidden files worked in her favor. She had a file cabinet dedicated to the children she would be saving. The Maxwell syndicate showing up at her place was the major red flag, but her story about him checked out too. He’d had the opportunity to take her, and from my car I could see him grinning and pretending to be some type of good guy while in her presence.
The moment he left her, his face glassed over with the ice grill he gave everyone else. Maybe he was playing her, pretending to be a cop, but that was too far-fetched for me to believe.
Olivia was sweet, and she looked innocent, but could anyone be that innocent? I tried to convince myself she was in on the deal because her innocence meant my guilt. If she had nothing to do with these gangs, what I was doing to her was wrong, wasn’t it? She clearly liked it, but afterward she cried every time, and that made me feel like shit.
Turning over the ignition, I decided she was wrong. She had to be. Olivia was the one who was guilty, and I was only punishing her for being so bad. She deserved to be punished, just like Trevor did when we were kids. If she was playing me for a fool, I was going to make her pay. I wasn’t ever going to be anyone’s doormat again.
But just in case she was telling the truth, I would get to the bottom of it. She wasn’t giving up any information, so I went to the only source I knew that could fill in the blanks—Anthony Bianchi.
My investigator had told me that the mob boss hung out at an Italian steakhouse downtown, so I sped there with questions that needed answers.
The restaurant was classier than I had anticipated, and I eyed the dining area as the hostess grabbed a menu for me. He was there, sitting in a booth toward the back of the restaurant with three guys around him dressed in black. They were buff bodyguard types, and I knew it would be hard to get him alone.
“How about this one?” I asked the hostess, pointing to a booth that gave me the perfect view of the door and the boss’s table while still hiding me in the process.
“Sure.” She smiled, setting my menu on the table. “Your waitress will be with you shortly.”
I nodded, settling into my seat as I watched intently. He was calmer than I expected, laughing and joking with the three men while sipping a clear liquid from a glass tumbler. It wasn’t water, so I assumed he was having a drink at the end of the day. Somehow, I expected a mob boss to be more reserved than that, but I watched on as the waitress arrived.
“What can I start you off with?” She batted her eyes at me, flinging her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
She was a cute girl, but she had nothing on Olivia, and after the day I’d had with her, she was the only woman on my mind.
“What do you suggest?” I asked, returning my attention to the mob boss’s table.
“Our bruschetta is a great starter, and I would pair it with peach iced tea.” She beamed. The waitress was far too enthusiastic for my liking.
“That sounds good.” I glanced in her direction, and she scurried off.
After the bruschetta, I ordered the filet mignon with garlic mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables. It was delicious, but I hardly noticed, my attention focused solely on the table at the back of the room. At one point, one of the bodyguards walked to the back of the restaurant, and I wondered if that was my time to strike.
Although he still had two bodyguards, I figured it was the least vulnerable he would be all night, but what would I say? By the time my tiramisu arrived, I had come up with a plan. All three of his bodyguards were hovering around him, but I wasn’t going to be threatening. I would just ask some questions, read how he reacted to Olivia’s name, and go from there.
