Page 42 of Twisted Secrets
Cillian kissed her, stealing her words. By the time he lifted his head, she had no idea what she’d been about to say. From the look on his face, he knew it, too. “Do you trust me?”
No. Yes. I don’t know. She nodded. “Yes.”
He kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hips moved, creating delicious friction between her legs. He kept their bodies sealed, offering no chance for him to push inside her, and a small, very stupid, part of her mourned the loss. But the rest of her body was too busy sparking with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning against his mouth.
And then it was too much.
She clung to him as she came, kissing him with everything she had. He started to pull back, but she was having none of it. “No, don’t stop.” She arched against him. “Finish.”
For a second, he looked almost shocked, but then the heat in his eyes doubled and he started moving with renewed purpose. He palmed her breast with one hand, keeping them tightly together with his other, his mouth on her neck.
Against all reason, she felt pressure building again. “Oh God.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” He yanked her bra to the side and took her nipple into his mouth, all without missing a stroke. “You drive me wild, sweetheart. So fucking wild.”
She grabbed his hips, rising to meet each stroke as much as she could while being pinned to the seat. She could actually feel him swelling as his cock slid againsther. “Come for me.”
He cursed, his movements turning jerky, and she looked down in time to see him do exactly that, his semen hitting her stomach, so damn hot that it was a wonder it didn’t scald her. She hissed out a breath, wondering how something like this could be so damn sexy.
“You’re almost there.” Without missing a beat, he slid down to the floorboard and pushed two fingers into her. “One more time, Olivia. I’m damn near addicted to the way you come so sweetly for me.”
His eyes darkened further. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you.” He dipped down and then his mouth was there, licking and tasting andsavoringher. He kissed her there like he kissed her mouth—as if he’d never get enough.
That thought hit her as he fucked her with his tongue, and it was too much. She dug her hands into his hair and moaned his name as she came a second time. He kept going for a few seconds, drawing her orgasm out until it almost hurt. Then, and only then, did he raise his head. “Regrets?”
He was asking thatnow? Olivia managed a hoarse laugh. “No.”
“Good.” He moved up to sit next to her on the seat. “Then next Wednesday I’m taking you out again.”
***
Sergei watched Olivia—hisOlivia—get out of the town car, her hair mussed and a look on her face of supreme satisfaction. Every part of him rejected what his eyes were telling him, but then that Irish bastard leaned out, snagged the back of her neck, and kissed her like she washis. Sergei clenched his fists, fighting to remember his orders. He wasnot to intervene.
Not unless Dmitri changed his mind.
He fished his cell out of his pocket without taking his eyes off of them, and pushed the button to speed-dial his boss. Dmitri picked up almost immediately. “Now is not a good time.”
“I was right. She’s fucking that piece-of-shit O’Malley. The one with the tattoos.”
A pause. “You’re sure?”
Across the street, Olivia pulled away with a laugh, her entire face lit up with happiness. He hadn’t seen her wear that expression in years, andhehad been the last one to put it on her face. “Positive. They just fucked in his backseat, and he looks like he’s ready to haul her in for round two.” One well-placed bullet and he’d put that kid out of commission. Hell, it would be a waste of a bullet. He’d work him over with his fists.
Yeah, that was a much better plan.
He was so focused on all the ways he’d bring the enemy to his knees that it took Sergei a few seconds to realize Dmitri was still speaking to him. “I’m sorry, boss. I missed that last part.”
“So I gathered.” He didn’t sound happy, his voice icy. “Keep your distance. I don’t need you spooking her. I think it’s time that I paid my darling sister a personal visit.”
Damn it, that wasn’t what he wanted. “That’s not necessary. I can take care of it. No need to put yourself out.”
“Wrong. And if you make contact before I get up there, I’ll skin you alive. Do we understand each other?”
Sergei cursed long and hard, though no sound made it out of his mouth. He knew better than to cross Dmitri, but he’d always had a hard time keeping that in mind where Olivia was concerned. She was special.She alone had looked at him without fear—at least at first. It wasn’t his goddamn fault that he was the best at what he did, and Dmitri had no problem putting him to work doing it. That was something to be proud of—not ashamed of like she was. He kept them safe. All of them—even her ungrateful ass. People heard the name Sergei Utkin, and it made them pause and think before they attacked the Romanovs.
And the money didn’t hurt, either.
Dmitri’s father had brought Sergei over from Mother Russia, where he could barely steal enough food to keep himself alive, and he gave Sergei everything he could need—more than he ever dreamed. He’d had money to blow, the best vodka, and any woman of his choosing. More than that, he had the respect and fear of every person he came in contact with. He liked his life, and he liked it even more with Olivia in his bed. It might have only been a year, but he’d gotten a taste for a woman of worth. He wanted her back. He wouldn’t be able to pull that off with Dmitri looking over his shoulder.
