Page 19 of Fixing Olivia (Fairford Affairs)

“Yes, Sir, I fucking understand you!” she shouted back, the final word cracking on a sob that shook her entire body.

All the anger drained out of him in that moment, replaced by a cold, numb sensation that started in his chest and spread out to his limbs.

What in the ever-loving fuck was he doing?

The belt fell from Aiden’s hand. He didn’t even realize he’d dropped it until he heard it hit the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he said, hauling her up and spinning her around. Tears streaked down her face, but she was still trying so hard to cry quietly for him. His sweet girl.

“I-I’m s-sorry, too,” she said, a hiccup breaking up the words. “I sh-shouldn’t have—”

“Oh, Liv.” He pulled her against his chest, a gentle hand in her hair, holding her against him. “Shh, don’t apologize. I lost my temper. I don’t even know what happened—only that I’ve never been so scared in my life. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, punishing you when I felt like that.” He’d never done anything like it before. Of all the Dominants at the Manor, he was by far the most even-keeled. He’d never even given Stacey Blackwood arealpunishment, and he’d practically wanted to strangle her.

“Come here,” he said, lifting her by her hips until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Then he sat on the fallen tree, in the exact spot where he’d hurt her so unforgivably, cradling her in his lap and rubbing soft circles on her red, swollen skin.

She was clinging to him, looking to him for comfort he didn’t deserve to give her anymore. How could she possibly still trust him after that?

“Don’t try to hold it in anymore.” He whispered it into her ear. “You’re allowed to cry.”

The sob that came out of her then broke his fucking heart.

CHAPTER8

Olivia

It was a long time before either of them spoke again. Aiden let her cry herself out, soothing her throbbing flesh with his tender ministrations all the while.

When at last she grew quiet and still, he pushed her gently away, looking down into her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said again, guilt etched into every worried line on his face. He reached up, wiping away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Are you all right?”

Grabbing his hand, Olivia slowly lowered it between them, bringing it to the apex of her thighs. He drew in a long, slow breath as his finger slipped easily into her. “Christ,” he whispered. He added a second finger, moving them slowly in and out of her. “You’re soaked for me.”

“Always.” She stretched up to plant a kiss on his lips. “Sir.”

As he continued to tease her with his fingers, Olivia undid his pants, pushing the offending fabric out of her way until his cock sprang free.

“I don’t have a condom with me. I didn’t think—”

She silenced him with another kiss, taking him in her hand as she did so. “I don’t care. I have an IUD. We saw each other’s test results. Fuck me, Aiden.” She whispered the words against his lips. “Please. I need you.”

Grasping her hips again, he lifted her, lowering her carefully onto his cock. She moaned as he filled her inch by painstaking inch. “Christ, you feel so good,” he said, digging his fingers into her skin, lifting her up slowly before slamming her back down.

“Aiden,” she moaned, licking the salty sheen of sweat from his neck as they fell into a rhythm. “Aiden, Aiden, Aiden...”

He captured her lips with his, taking his time with his tongue, just as he was with his cock. It was like he wanted to memorize every inch of her, inside and out.

“Touch yourself for me,” he said, nipping at her lower lip. “Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

Sucking a finger into her mouth, she made sure it was coated with moisture before she lowered it to her clit, making slow, firm circles.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, claiming her mouth with another deep kiss. He tasted faintly of coffee and spearmint, so clean and fresh and perfect that she was practically devouring him. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, sending a new wave of delicious pain through her as he dug his fingers in.

When he eventually picked up the pace, so did she, rubbing frantically at the tiny bud, gasping into his mouth as he kissed her. Oh, God, she was close. So fucking close.

“Fly for me, Liv.”

She came completely apart in his arms.

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