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If I had been thinking properly, I would’ve set up a camera in case she didn’t wake up, or so we could relive the moment together. I guess we’d have to repeat the night, hopefully soon.
Tomorrow I’d help Olivia get her ultimate revenge at my father’s company’s Halloween party. The party would distract everyone, and costumes would protect everyone’s identity, making it the perfect opportunity. Olivia would have anything she ever wanted—sex, murder, a purse,anything.
I picked up my pace, imagining my sweet Olivia violently murdering her target. Dad raised me to think of him as family, but if he wronged the object of my obsession, he wronged me.He wouldn’t get away with it, and I proved that no connection was safe from Olivia’s wrath when I watched her kill my brother with no objections.
“Fuck. I wish you’d wake up, Little Serpent. I want to tell you how fucking good you feel,” I whispered, my teeth sinking into her shoulder as I punched my hips faster and harder, slamming into her ass and enjoying the sounds that filled the room between my grunts and the skin slapping. I sucked on the skin, leaving my mark behind. She moaned, her head twitched, and I wondered if she was waking up or responding to the stimuli in her sleep.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pressed down, reducing the blood flow to her brain. I had to be smart about it while she was asleep, not wanting her to die being fucked, though it’d be one hell of a way to go. We had a long life to spend together first.
Driven by lust and need, I pushed her onto her stomach, keeping my dick inside of her while we changed positions. I wanted to pound her into the mattress until she woke up begging for more. I turned her head to the side for safety, then sat on my knees, lifting her hips up and holding them in the air as I drove into her at the new angle. I leaned forward just enough to keep a hand on the back of her neck, squeezing the sides again.
Olivia’s eyes opened as she groaned, her eyes widening when she came to fully. “K—Kieran. Oh,fuck,”she half-moaned in the hottest sound I had ever heard. Her fingers gripped the comforter next to her head, squeezing until her knuckles were turning white.
“Harder!” she pleaded. “Fuck me harder, choke me, use me.”
I gave in to her command, squeezing hard enough to make it pleasurable but not to hurt her. I’d leave a beautiful mark on the back of her neck for my eyes only, matching the bite mark and hickey on her shoulder. Thankfully, it was sweater time in Chicago.
I felt a wiggle of her hips as she tried to gain control from the bottom, but it was my turn now. It turned me on when she took control, but this fantasy required me to have it. I withdrew until the tip of my cock remained buried inside her, then drove forward with deliberate force, burying myself to the hilt.
I repeated this torturous rhythm—slow retreat, forceful return—watching her body react beautifully to me. When fully sheathed within her heat, I rolled my hips in lazy circles that made her gasp and arch beneath me.
“I—I’m going to come,” she said, breathless, her voice shaky. I hadn’t even touched her clit, and she admitted to being on the verge of an orgasm. She clenched the sheets, knuckles whitening, her thighs quivering as though she was barely able to keep hold of herself. Every shiver, every gasp only caused my hips to drive harder into her, the sight of her unraveling pulling me deeper into her desperation.
“That so, baby? You’re going to come from me stopping your airflow and fucking you into the mattress?” I questioned. I let go of her neck, letting her try to catch her breath, and grabbed a handful of her hair in a ponytail, pulling it tight until her head twisted up. “Be a good girl and come from getting fucked by me, Little Serpent. Come knowing I fucked you after drugging you so you were asleep, just like my little slut wanted, didn’t she?”
“Yes!” she screamed. The air was thick with her ragged moans, tangled with breathless curses that broke apart on her tongue. My name tumbled from her lips over and over, not spoken but worshiped—half plea, half praise. Her body arched hard against me, every muscle seizing in a shuddering wave as release tore through her, leaving her trembling and gasping beneath my touch. Her body spasmed as her orgasm violently took hold, almost as if it was trying to escape me and hold me in place at the same time. I had never seen such a beautiful, visceral reaction. “Oh fuck, oh fuck! I’m coming so fucking hard! Kieran!”
Unable to hold back, I dropped her hair, letting her head fall to the pillow as I gripped her shoulders, burying myself deep inside her until my hips sat against her perfect ass. Once my orgasm hit, my hips stuttered as her walls kept clenching my cock, riding out the last wave of her orgasm. The sound of my moaning as she wrung the orgasm out of me, milking my cock dry, took over the room as she caught her breath.
“Fucking hell, Olivia. You’re so perfect for me,” I reminded her, whispering in her ear before pulling out. I watched as she winced at the removal, then whimpered as if she hated being suddenly empty. Out of my need to please her, I quickly filled her with three fingers, and she wiggled her hips to push them deeper. “Does my baby need to be full?”
She nodded her head. “I hate feeling empty now that I’ve had you inside me.”
“Maybe we’ll get you a plug. I’ll fill you up with every ounce of my cum, then plug you until it’s time to take you again. Does that sound good?”
A soft sound slipped from her lips, something between a sigh and a cry, and I wondered if she even heard it herself. “Yes, please.” She had no idea how incredible she was—a dream come to life. I kept my fingers in place a few more minutes before removing them, wanting nothing more than to cuddle my love.
Olivia turned over onto her back, watching me with rapt attention. I placed the fingers I had inside her into my mouth, sucking them dry, enjoying the way her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
I moaned around my fingers before withdrawing them. “Tasty,” I remarked, winking at her. I took my place next to her on the bed, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her body against mine. “Now tell me how you feel after that. That was…intense.”
She gave me a loopy, dazed smile. “I’m feeling fucking fantastic, I promise. Thank you. It was everything I dreamt of. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Kieran. And wait until you see what I have in store for you tomorrow,” she said, a devilish grin plastered on her face. I didn’t question her; I wanted it to be a surprise.
“Everything has been taken care of from tonight. His body is gone, the message will be found on his computer soon, and the room is being cleaned as we lay here. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Olivia, and I’ll continue to prove myself as long as I need,” I explained to her, but when I glanced at her face, she was asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly. It didn’t matter. I’d prove myself tomorrow.
I fell asleep moments later, sated with her in my arms.
Olivia Harlowe
Getting a Halloween costume the day after Halloween meant slim pickings. Kieran had one prepared already, since he had planned to attend this party for months, whereas I just found out about it yesterday. It was the perfect opportunity to get my sperm donor alone. The oversized inflatable alien suit swallowed me whole, hiding who I really was. Hard to miss, yes, but impossible to recognize. When people tried to talk to me, I kept silent, letting Kieran do the speaking.
“Who is that?” Kieran’s dad asked, giving me a once-over, his lip curling in disgust, as though showing up to a Halloween party in an actual costume were some kind of offense.
“Brad, I think,” Kieran lied.
I didn’t know who Brad was, but he must’ve worked with his father, and he must’ve been strange enough that no one would question him being in an inflatable alien costume. It was like I was simultaneously drawing attention to and away from myself. No one would guess Olivia Mercer was underneath this. A petty part of me almost wished I could crash his father’s work party as Kieran’s date, just to watch the man choke on his own scowl. But with his brother freshly missing, this wasn’t the night to make an entrance on Kieran’s arm.
Kieran knew his dad wouldn’t stop a party just because of Matthew’s disappearance. He’d want to keep things seeming as normal as possible, and he’d want to pretend the child porn wasn’t found on his son’s computer. He’d never believe Matthew’s guilt.
