Page 34 of His to Ruin

“Mr. Reznov asked me to continue working for you.”

“As my bodyguard?”

At his nod of confirmation, Olivia turns to me, an expression of sheer joy on her face. My gesture in bringing Jimmy here wasn’t entirely altruistic. I know I can depend on him to protect her with his life. He’s already sacrificed a great deal for her. His face, which may at one time have been handsome, is a ruin because he put her safety before his own. He’ll keep her safe better than one of my men who’d only be doing it for their next paycheck. Jimmy will make sure nothing happens to her because he loves her as if she was his own daughter. He made that very clear when I interviewed him about coming to work for me. The man’s loyalty is not to the Volantes, but to Olivia alone.

“This is the best news!” Olivia claps her hands together excitedly.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Displeasure radiates from my wife as she turns to me. She probably thinks I told him to be more formal in his relationship with her. I didn’t. My guess is he’s trying to show me respect.

“There’s no need for formality,” I tell him. “It would make my wife uncomfortable.”

“As you wish, Mr. Reznov.”

I nod curtly. The familiarity doesn’t extend to me. I hold my hand out, an instruction for Olivia to return to my side. She seems to understand the necessity to do as I ask when others are present and hurries over to me. She places her hand in mine.

“Liaise with Marko,” I tell Jimmy. The two men have already met. I asked Sev to send Marko to collect Jimmy from the airport so they could get acquainted. “My wife will wish to explore the city after she’s had some sleep, and you need to discuss security protocols.”

“Yes, sir.” The bodyguard nods respectfully. I don’t like many people, but he may be an exception. He has an old-school sense of honor. Everyone I spoke to about him had good things to say.

As he leaves, I take Olivia to the bedroom we’ll use for the duration of our stay.

“This is nice,” she says as she walks around the room. It’s decorated in earth tones with an enormous bed in the center. It has a padded headboard that extends halfway up the wall. There are nightstands on either side of the bed and a dressing table with a mirror by the far wall. A long, padded ottoman sits at the end of the bed. I grin as I imagine Olivia kneeling on it while I plow into her from behind.

“Oh, our bags are here.” She notices the suitcases lined up at the door of the closet.

“Yes, the housekeeper will unpack them later.”

“That’s fine. Everything I need is in my overnight bag.” Olivia grabs a small leather bag from the top of the pile and heads for the only other door in here, which she’s correctly guessed is for the bathroom. “I’m going to go get ready for bed.”

While she disappears into the bathroom, I sit at the edge of the bed and get my phone out. There’s a message from Sev detailing our meeting this evening. It seems my associates want to have dinner after our business is concluded so they can meet my bride. I message Sev back to let him know I’m fine with that. These people are not only my business colleagues; they’re the closest thing I have to friends. It’s essential for them to meet the woman who’ll stand at my side from now on.

I look up as Olivia comes back into the room. The breath catches at the back of my throat. Wearing a white satin corset, matching panties, and high-heeled shoes, she’s left her hair to tumble around her shoulders. She’s a goddess.

“I thought you’d be tired,” I say, as she lowers her lashes seductively.

“Not too tired to thank you for my surprise.”

She sinks to the floor and crawls to me. Fucking crawls. This is the last thing I expected from her with no prompting. I have to be honest, I’m not sure I trust it. As she comes to a stop in front of me, she sits back on her heels and unfastens my pants. My cock, ready for action as it always is around her, springs free. Olivia looks up at me and smiles. She takes an inch of me into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, lapping up the pre-cum.

“You’ve gone from blushing virgin to cock slut incredibly fast.”

I curse myself for the comment as soon as I make it. Olivia’s my wife and she’s trying to please me. Thankfully, she doesn’t withdraw to lock herself in the bathroom.

“Only for you,” she whispers.

“Damned right, it’s only for me.” I push my fingers through her hair at the back of her head and hold her in place. “And my cock is only for you.”

She hums contentedly, sending a vibration along my shaft. I throw my head back as she draws several more inches of me into her mouth. The tentative way she explores my length thrills me. I know I’m not the first man to have her hot little lips wrapped around him, but I can tell her experience is limited. I will be the one to teach her what to do.

“Use your hands,” I urge her. “And don’t hold back. You won’t hurt me.”

I shudder with pleasure as Olivia’s fingers close around the base of my cock. Taking me deeper, she applies more suction. She runs her tongue along the underside of my cock and cups my balls with her other hand. She squeezes me gently as she slides back and forward, getting my shaft good and wet.

I let her continue at her pace until the desire to take over becomes unbearable.

“Hands behind your back,” I command.

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