Page 17 of His to Ruin

“But he’s not afriend, is he?”

Panic flares in her eyes. “He used to be when we were in school.”

“You haven’t seen him since high school?”

“Yeah, but not…” She’s getting flustered, a sign she’s not being entirely truthful with me.

“Tell me, Olivia, has he fucked you?”

She gasps in outrage, but doesn’t answer.

“Has that asshole fucked you?” I demand, grabbing hold of her ponytail and using it to force her head back so she has no option but to look at me.

“No.” Her tone is so vehement, I believe her.

“Has he touched you?”

“No.”

That strikes me as a lie, but I’ll deal with it another time. Right now, I want her to come undone for me. Keeping a firm grip on her hair, I slide a hand down her front, skimming over her firm breast. It fits perfectly in the palm of my hand. Olivia trembles, as responsive to my touch as she was in that parking lot in Florence.

I watch her closely as I slip my hand under the waistband of her tight stretch pants and wrench her underwear out of my way. She isn’t wet, but stroking her clit with my middle finger quickly changes that.

“Piotr,” she moans as I tease her clitoris.

“Do you like that,malyskha, or do you think I’m treating you like a whore?” I throw her words from Florence back at her.

“No, I… I like it.”

I huff out a laugh. “Then you’ll love this.”

Letting go of her hair, I drop to my knees. I drag Olivia’s pants and underwear down her long, slender legs and help her step out of her clothing.

“So eager,” I murmur as she kicks the gray pants and black lace thong aside. “Now, spread your legs.”

Olivia doesn’t hesitate. She’s as hungry for me as I am for her. Moving her feet apart, she widens her stance to give me easy access to her bare pussy.

“Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

Not only does the position push her delectable tits out, it also ensures she doesn’t touch me. I don’t want the distraction of hertugging my hair or trying to use me as an anchor to stop herself from getting carried away. I want her to fall.

Generally, I’m a patient man, but tonight I’m driven by an overwhelming need to demonstrate to Olivia she belongs to me. Diving right in between her legs, I swipe my tongue along the length of her pussy. Her taste is sheer heaven. The mewls she gives as I lap at her tender flesh are intoxicating. I could lose myself in this woman, but tonight is not about feasting on her. I have other business to attend to, so I’m going to have to make this quick.

Finding her clit, I swirl my tongue around the tight bud. Olivia moans and tries to pull back from me. She won’t get away that easily. Curving a hand around her waist, I drag her closer. I lap her tender flesh, enjoying how she quivers at my touch. I thrust my tongue inside her and then withdraw, replacing it with two of my fingers.

“Piotr!” Olivia shrieks as I curl my fingers to stroke that sweet spot inside her. “I can’t…”

“Oh, but you can,malyskha.”

As I shove my fingers deeper into her tight channel, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Olivia bucks her hips against me, almost knocking me off balance with the force of her movement. I sit back and watch her unraveling as she comes. Her cry of ecstasy is a sound I want to hear over and over again. Sadly, I’ll have to wait until after the wedding.

As I get to my feet, Olivia slumps against the wall, breathing hard. Her face is flushed and her eyes are unfocused. Just wait until our wedding night. Then she’ll know what it is to be truly fucked.

“I want to make something clear to you, Olivia.” I straighten the cuffs of my shirt. “If any man touches you, I’ll kill him and punish you in ways you can’t even imagine. From now on, you spread your legs only for me. Do you understand?”

“Piotr.” She speaks softly, as if she thinks she can appeal to my better nature.

Shooting my hand out, I grab her chin. My fingers dig into her cheeks until she whimpers. “Do you understand you’re mine and mine alone?”

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