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“You're…” I struggled to find words. “You’re incredible.”

Without thinking, I cupped her face in my hands. Her skin was soft, a stark contrast to the hardness in her eyes. I hesitated a moment until she leaned in, and I crushed my lips to hers, pouring years of pent-up rage and desire into the kiss. Olivia responded with equal fervor. Her body melded against mine, igniting a fire in my veins that went straight to my cock. I slammed her against the mirror wall, our reflections multiplying around us. She gasped then pulled me closer, taking everything I gave and demanding more.

My hands roamed her body, desperate to touch every inch of her. This woman was mine. All mine. And together, we'd make them all pay.

Her lips moved against mine, and I was lost in the moment. She tasted like tart cherries and chocolate. I pressed my body against hers, feeling the heat of her skin through our clothes. Her hands wove through my hair, pulling me closer as I continued to ravage her mouth, kissing her back with a passion that screamed of desperation and need. The adrenaline pumping through my veins made everything feel heightened—the taste ofher lips, the feel of her body against mine, the dizzying rush of emotions that left me reeling.

My hands trailed down her back, exploring every curve and dip as we kissed hungrily. She moaned, fueling my need for more of her taste. Clutching at her waist, I pulled her against me harder.

“So eager,” she whispered with a smirk before claiming my lips once more. My hands found her gun easily and slipped it from her waist. I took a small step away from her to catch my breath, and she ran a hand through her disheveled hair and smirked wickedly at me in the mirrors surrounding us that reflected our twisted dance of lust and dangerously dark intentions. I pulled the gun up, she froze a moment, and I watched as her throat worked. But I had no intentions of using it on her the way she might’ve thought. I ran the barrel across her jawline and down her neck.

“Strip,” I commanded on a whisper, and she obeyed. Her clothes fell away like petals of a wilting flower. Her breath hitched as my eyes traced over every curve of her naked body, and she stepped closer again, pressing herself against me. Realizing that I wasn’t going to hurt her. I’d never hurt her. The rough texture of my clothes against her soft skin made her flesh pebble.

Fiercely, she kissed me once more—harder this time. Our tongues tangled as our bodies rolled together.

I pulled back slightly and glanced at the gun, realizing the safety had been on the entire time. She’d never planned on using it. I ran the cool metal from her neck to between her breasts, watching gooseflesh spread over her soft skin and her nipples harden. It had a small extended mag, making the handle a little longer. I flipped it over in my hand and held the barrel of the glock as I dropped it between her legs and turned it over. She moaned as I started fucking her with it.

“You've been a bad girl,” I crooned.

“Liam…” She panted my name like a prayer, arching into the pleasure that coursed through her. Her walls clenched around the grip of the gun,needy little pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the air. She started grinding against my movements, working herself to her climax. I gripped the gun harder as her wetness slipped down onto my fingers.

“That’s it, kitten, come for me.” I groaned against her neck just as she cried out my name and found her pleasure. Her body shuddered as her first orgasm hit her, and she let out a small gasping moan against my lips. I held onto the glock, feeling the faint tremor of release that ran through her tightening walls around it. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, her expression a mix of satisfaction and desire. I withdrew it and tossed it down onto her pile of clothes, and it glistened with her release in the flickering lighting.

The haunted house clamored around us as she grabbed for me, the soundtrack of screaming children and terrified laughter mixing in the background as we lost ourselves in each other. Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling at the strands as if she were trying to keep me close forever. Her lips trailed down my neck toward my pulse—hot and seeking as I held onto her waist for support.

Olivia's breath fanned across my neck, sending chills down my spine. She nipped gently before pulling away to help me take off my shirt. She started kissing a path again, making me shudder with pleasure. My heart raced like a drum when she slowly slipped down my abdomen until she got on her knees in front of me, unbuttoned my pants, and quickly pulled out my throbbing, hard cock. She stroked it once, never breaking eye contact with me then bit her lip before her tongue darted out and licked the crown.

Her warm breath caressed my cock, making me shudder in response. I watched her closely as she teased me with her tongue before taking it fully into her mouth. Her lips slid up and down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I weaved my hand into her hair, fighting against the tide of sensations crashing over me. She looked up at me from underneath her lashes, a mix of vulnerability and power in those blue-fire eyes. It was intoxicating, and I knew she was a drug I never wanted to recover from.

With one hand in her hair, I guided her actions, urging her to take more of me. She moaned around my cock, adding vibrations to the already mind-blowing sensations assaulting my senses. My body arched involuntarily as she took me deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside her throat with each slow upward slide. Her hands roamed over my hips and ass, pulling me closer as she took control.

“Fuck, kitten.” I pulled her off with apopand to her feet by her hair. I quickly gripped her hips and lifted her, using the mirror wall for support, I draped her legs over my arms. She glided her hand between us and slipped my cock inside her wet pussy.

“Now who’s eager?” I growled into the kiss as I thrust into her, feeling her body move with me, driving me wild. Her hips rocked back and forth against mine, meeting every stroke. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she rode harder, faster, desperately seeking release. It wasn’t enough. I pulled her off the wall and took her down to the floor.

She lay beneath me, panting and flushed with desire. I couldn't resist the urge to taste every inch of her skin, kissing and nipping at her neck and collarbone before moving down to take one rosy nipple into my mouth. Her hands tangled in my hair as she gasped and moaned under my ministrations. I couldfeel myself getting lost in the sensation of having her writhing beneath me.

But suddenly she flipped us over, straddling my hips as she pinned me down. She loved control, and she had had enough of me taking it from her. She trailed kisses down my chest, and I groaned as she fully sheathed herself on my cock.

I gripped her ass as she kissed me deeply. Our bodies slowly moved together in a perfect rhythm that had us both on the brink of ecstasy. My hands gripped her waist as she rode me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. Our lips were locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as we moved in perfect unison. She moaned against my mouth, her hips grinding against mine with delicious friction. I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, completely consumed by the intensity of our connection. This wasn't just fucking, it was lovemaking.

I wanted to let her take control, but I also wanted to show her how much she meant to me without saying a single word. I met her thrust for thrust, wrapping one hand gently around her throat and giving her a hand necklace. I squeezed, and she writhed and moaned, her hands gripping onto my wrist as she surrendered herself completely to me. Her pace quickened until I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and we both cried out as our climaxes hit us. I stayed there, sheathed inside her for a long moment until our breathing evened out, and then I pulled her into my chest.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined and our breathing slowly returning to normal, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. We had just shared an incredibly intense moment together, and I knew that this was only the beginning.

She moved to my side, and I looked down at her, her hair fanned out around her head like a halo on the hard floor. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were still slightly swollen. Icouldn't resist leaning down to capture them with my own once more. I kissed her lazily, savoring the taste of her and the warmth of our bodies pressed together.

“What now?” she asked, laying her head gently on my chest.

“Now we put your plan to use.”

Chapter 21

Olivia Bennett

Halloween

The ceremony was in the grand ballroom. It was beautifully Gothic, just like the bride wanted. I had spent all morning making it the perfect Halloween wedding.

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