Bad Intentions by Tara Wyatt

11

Lucian followed Olivia into her apartment, shutting the door and locking it behind them. She still hadn’t let go of his hand, and he’d felt the tremble in hers when she’d stepped out of the car. This had to be a lot to process for her. She had an ex-boyfriend stalking her who turned out to be a mob hit man, and she’d rubbed her clit to orgasm in his car while whispering the sweetest, dirtiest words he’d ever heard.

Fresh blood surged to his cock at the memory and he clenched his jaw. When she’d told him how wet she was, something inside him had snapped and he hadn’t been able to stop himself from touching her to find out for himself. And then, watching her touch herself as she told him the dirtiest, most gorgeous things…fuck. He’d been minutes away from coming in his pants like a goddamn teenager. He was hanging on to his control by a thread, especially now that they were alone in her apartment.

And then, there was what he’d said to Massimo. Two simple words that had sent him running. Two words that might cause a lot of problems between Lucian and Sal, for the Kings of Hell’s Kitchen. Two words that were 100% true and had been for a long time now, even if he’d never allowed himself to speak them out loud.

She’s mine.

Olivia let go of his hand and moved into the kitchen, opening the fridge and retrieving two bottles of water. Her apartment was gorgeous and frankly, more grown up than he’d been expecting. It was open concept, with a kitchen on the right, a small breakfast nook by one of the large windows, and a living room beyond it. A hallway to his left led to two doorways, likely a bathroom and the bedroom.

Olivia’s bedroom, where she touched herself and thought of him. He pushed a hand through his hair and then adjusted his aching cock, now hard as motherfucking steel.

Needing something else to focus on, he returned his attention to the apartment, taking in the brass fixtures in the kitchen, the Italian marble countertops, the pale hardwood floor. The living room furniture was sleek and simple, with a cream-colored sofa flanked by two deep blue armchairs. It was feminine and sophisticated, just like she was. This was not the apartment of a college girl. This was the apartment of a woman with a career and a life.

She handed him the bottle of water, which he took but then set down on the kitchen island.

“I like your place,” he said. “Great view.”

She glanced over her shoulder at the windows that looked out onto the East River. “Thanks. I bought it a couple of years ago.” She stared at him, the hunger, the want in her eyes plain as day. She was clearly feeling the tension of being alone with him, too. She set her water down beside his and peered up at him.

“What did you say to Massimo to make him run like that?” she asked, searching his face.

He exhaled sharply and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I told him you were mine.”

She made a soft sound in the back of her throat and he broke. For five years, he’d been holding back a tidal wave of need and lust. Love. He couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t want to do it anymore. The only thing he wanted was Olivia, in every single way possible.

He dipped his head and kissed her, and they both moaned as their mouths came together. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of kissing this woman. He could drown in the sweetness of her mouth and die a happy man. How had he spent the past five years not kissing her? Now that he’d tasted her—in more ways than one—he knew he’d never be able to go back.

She wound her arms around him, threading her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Her body felt so good pressed against his. So right, like this was exactly where she belonged. She was his—to protect, to claim.

To love.

He gripped her hips and lifted her onto the island, not in a hurry to do anything but kiss her and kiss her until neither of them could breathe. He’d been wanting this for so long that he wasn’t going to rush. No, he was going to savor every single fucking second of it.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he broke the kiss and dragged his lips down the soft skin of her neck. He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered right now was Olivia. He’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted her, and he knew it was because it was more than just wanting. It was needing, like he needed air. She was vital to him in a way no one else ever could be.

“Lucian,” she whispered, her fingers in his hair, her head tipped to the side. “Oh, God. I want you so much. Please don’t stop. Please.” The last word came out on a ragged moan as he pulled her closer to the edge of the island, her legs wrapping around him. Her pussy pressed against his stomach, the slick heat of it searing him through the fabric separating them. He sank his teeth into the juncture where her neck curved delicately into her shoulder, and she gasped, shuddering in his arms.

He lifted his head and met her eyes, which were dark and heavy lidded. “I mean it, Liv. You’re mine. I can’t stay away from you anymore. I need you.”

I love you.

The words bounced around his skull, loud and insistent and true.

“Lucian,” she whispered, bringing her mouth back to his for another deep kiss, her hips writhing in his grip. “Fuck me. Please, baby. I need you inside me. Please.”

Nodding, he pulled the gun out of his waistband and laid it on the island beside their forgotten bottles of water. Then, he scooped her off the counter and held her cradled to his chest, his heart pounding madly against his ribs. He didn’t have room to wonder if this was a mistake or if they shouldn’t be doing this. He was too consumed with her. Olivia. His Liv.

Mine.

He kissed her as he walked them slowly down the hallway to her bedroom, his blood near boiling in his veins. It felt as though everything in his life had been leading him to this moment. To her. To this inevitable collision.

He stepped into her bedroom, still kissing her, and then tossed her down on the bed, his heart throbbing, his dick aching, his chest heaving. Her glossy brown hair fanned out around her, and she smiled as she reached for him, urging him down on top of her. Fuck, she was so beautiful. He didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve her. But he couldn’t stop himself from taking it.

Keeping his weight on one of his elbows, he slid a hand over her hip and to her ass, urging her leg around his hips. He kissed her again, working his thigh against her pussy, squeezing and kneading her ass over top of her panties. They both moaned, and the kiss morphed into something hotter and wilder as they lost control, urgency spreading between them like wildfire. He buried his face in her neck and slid his hand beneath the fabric of her panties, filling his hand with her flesh, squeezing as he worked her against his leg.

She slid her hands up and down his chest, across his back and shoulders, touching him restlessly, writhing against him, her breaths coming in harsh pants. A gorgeous flush had started to spread across her skin, making her glow in the fading light. He licked his way up her neck and the salt of her skin tasted like the inevitability of fate. Like coming home. Like happiness and everything he’d always thought wasn’t for him.

But maybe he’d been wrong in thinking that Olivia wasn’t for him, because being with her now—finally—felt like the only right thing he’d done in years.

He kissed her again as he slid his hand from her ass and up to her waist and then to her breast, teasing the underside of it with the tips of his fingers. She whimpered and rocked her hips, grinding herself on his thigh.

“I want to see you,” she murmured against his mouth, her fingers pulling at the hem of his T-shirt. He rose up to his knees and yanked his T-shirt up over his head, tossing it on the floor.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, her hands sliding up over his abs and to his pecs, her fingers playing in the short dusting of chest hair covering them, working over his nipples. He clenched his jaw and held still, letting her explore. Her touch was featherlight, delicate and smooth over his skin, but it was the expression on her face, the dark lust and need shining out at him from her gorgeous brown eyes that made his cock jump and his balls throb. “God, Lucian,” she said, her fingers trailing back down to his abs. “You’re so sexy.” She shook her head, her fingers still exploring, dipping into the ridges of his muscles. “I can’t believe…” A brightness shone in her eyes and she didn’t need to finish her thought because the same incredulous emotion was pumping through him right now. What had started five years ago had been leading them to this moment, where he promised her protection and claimed what she was offering. When he loosened the iron grip around his heart and let it leap out of his chest and into her hands.

He dropped back down on top of her and brought his mouth to hers, needing the connection. “Believe it,” he murmured against her lips, his hand in her hair. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine.”

He rolled them so that she was on top, her body splayed over his, all of her curves soft and yielding. She sat up and peeled her blouse off, revealing a simple white bra with little pink polka dots on it. She bit her lip and reached behind her back, undoing the clasp and then sliding it down her arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned at the sight of her breasts, perfect handfuls topped with the sweetest little nipples. Nipples that were sharp points right now, begging to be sucked and tugged. He slid his hands up from her hips over her sides and to her breasts, cupping her and skimming his thumbs over those gorgeous nipples. She moaned and arched her back, pressing into his touch. He could feel the hard, fast beating of her heart beneath her left breast, and the knowledge that she wanted this just as badly, that this meant as much to her as it did to him, seared through him, permanently rearranging something inside him. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Liv. Come here.”

He pulled her back down on top of him and kissed her, both of them sighing and moaning at the skin-to-skin contact. Somehow, he’d survived five years without this woman in his arms. He had no idea how, because now that he’d tasted her, touched her, he wasn’t going to be able to make it a day without her. He’d never felt like this with a woman before, this wave of possession crashing over him, this need to touch her and mark her and protect her almost overwhelming him, and he knew it was because he’d never loved anyone the way he loved Olivia. The way he’d loved her for a long time, if he was honest with himself.

She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his, her long hair falling around them like a curtain. He slid his hands down her bare back and to her ass, working her against his cock. She gasped as her pussy pressed against the ridge in his jeans.

“Holy shit, baby,” she panted. She moved her hips, rubbing against him, teasing and tormenting them both. “You’re so big.” She moved her hips faster, making them both moan. “Oh, God.” She kissed him again and then sat up, her fingers moving to the tie of her wrap skirt. She opened it and peeled it away from her body, tossing it onto the floor to join the growing pile of their clothes, leaving her in nothing but a pair of pale pink panties with a very noticeable wet spot on them.

Their eyes met as she pressed her pussy against him, the air around them seeming to crackle with static electricity, thick and charged. Her fingers moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open, and then she scooted back a few inches so she could unzip his fly. His cock throbbed, eager for her hands, her mouth, her pussy. She slid her palm up and down the length of him over top of his boxer briefs, making his hips shift on the mattress. Making him groan and ache.

“You’re going to destroy me with this,” she said, her voice raspy as she rubbed her palm over him again. She moved off his lap and started tugging his jeans down. “You’re going to fill me and stretch me until I’m molded to you and only you.”

The air whooshed out of his lungs on a harsh pant and then he stood, just long enough to get rid of his jeans. When she reached for his boxer briefs, he tumbled her back down to the bed, coming down on top of her, his weight braced on his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust against her, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. He felt as though fire were coursing through his veins, making everything inside him molten.

“You’re right,” he ground out, thrusting against her in a steady rhythm, and he could feel the beads of precum dripping down the length of his cock. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been this painfully aroused. Only Olivia did that to him. “This pussy is mine, and I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep and often that you’ll feel like something’s missing when I’m not inside you.”

She scraped her nails lightly down his back, her hips arching up to meet his. “Yes, Lucian,” she hissed out. “That’s what I want.”

He kissed her, still rubbing against her. Her panties were so wet that he could feel the slickness through his boxer briefs, making him moan and thrust harder.

She shook beneath him, her hips rising to meet him. “Don’t stop,” she panted against his lips. “I’m close. You’re gonna make me come like this.” Her hands moved down his back and to his ass, gripping him, urging him on.

He changed the angle of his hips slightly, griding his cock against her clit, more of her wetness seeping through. He clenched his jaw against the urge to rip her panties off and sink into her right then, right there, but he wouldn’t allow himself that until he’d made her come a couple times. He refused to rush through this.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, then kissed her again. “You’re making a mess of both your underwear and mine.” She moaned, louder and longer than before and he kissed her, grinning. He loved that he didn’t need to be soft and sweet with her, that she loved the teasing and the dirty talk as much as he did. “Come all over me, Liv.” He pressed his forehead to hers as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock against her pussy in a steady rhythm.

“Oh, shit. I’m coming. Oh, fuck, Lucian,” she moaned, and he kept up his steady rhythm, watching, completely enthralled as her back arched and her hips jerked, her nails digging into his ass. She writhed against him, the most beautiful moans falling from her lips, her head thrashing back and forth. There was nothing on earth more gorgeous than this, than Olivia completely losing herself to her orgasm. An orgasm he’d given her.

The first of thousands.

He gradually slowed as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, fresh wetness coating both of them. He could smell how turned on she was and his mouth watered. He’d gotten a small taste when he’d licked her fingers clean, but he didn’t just want an appetizer. He wanted the whole damn meal.

With shaking hands, she reached for his boxer briefs, trying to shove them down, and he growled, pinning her wrists above her head. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not going to rush a feast that’s been five years in the making. I had a taste of that pussy I’ve been fantasizing about, but I need more than just a taste.”

She bit her lip and left her hands above her head, spreading her legs wider. “It’s yours.” Her eyes met his. “I’m yours.” A bolt of possession scorched through him, and with a groan he brought his mouth to her breast, biting and licking at the soft flesh. She wove her fingers into his hair, her breathing ragged. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, her back arched off the bed, her fingers tightening their grip on him. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and then released her, kissing and licking his way to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. He went back and forth until she was squirming beneath him, until her skin was a subtle pink from the rasp of his stubble against her.

“Please,” she begged, half moan, half sob. “Please, Lucian.”

He looked up at her, her nipple brushing against his lips as he spoke. “Please what?” He wanted to hear her say it, loving the dirty words that tumbled from her mouth. And lucky for him, she wasn’t some shy wallflower who needed coaxing.

“Eat my pussy, you tease,” she said, pushing at his shoulders and making him chuckle. “You want a feast? Come and get it.” He loved the bite of impatience in her voice, the hint of desperation. Giving in, he started kissing his way down her stomach and over her hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Immediately, she lifted her hips off the bed so he could slide them off, and he tossed them over his shoulder. He tugged her hips forward and then settled himself between her legs, anticipation beating hotly through him. He inhaled deeply and his cock pulsed and throbbed, his balls painfully tight. Sliding his hand up her thigh and into the small thatch of short brown curls covering her mound, he gave the hair a gentle tug, making her hips jerk and her legs spread even wider apart.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he said, trailing a finger up and down her slit, deliberately avoiding her clit. “So fucking pretty. So pink and wet and swollen.” He leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy, her taste flooding him and making his blood pound through his veins. “Mine.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, threading her hands through his hair. “Fuck, baby.” It had been a long time since a woman had called him baby—hell, it had been a long time since a woman had called him anything at all—but nothing had ever sounded sweeter than that term of endearment coming from Olivia.

With her hands tight in his hair, he licked her slowly, dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit. When he reached her clit, he paused there, working his tongue over it, back and forth, up and down, her hips swiveling against the mattress as she let out a loud moan. In that moment, a bomb could’ve gone off and he wouldn’t have noticed, he was so consumed with the taste of her. With making her feel good. He licked her slowly, over and over again, teasing her clit with his tongue, her moans becoming louder and louder. He backed off, trailing kisses across her inner thighs and earning an annoyed grunt from Olivia.

He kissed her pussy again, nipping at her outer lips with his teeth. “Fucking hell, Liv. So damn sweet. I’m gonna need my mouth on you every single day.” And it was true. He wouldn’t be able to live without her taste, her scent, the feel of her skin against his. He hadn’t even been inside her yet, but he knew all of that was true.

She moaned again, the sound laced with frustration, so he made his way back to her pussy and then sucked her clit into his mouth, working it with his lips and tongue. Her entire body went rigid, her moans fading into nothing but jagged breaths. He released her clit and swirled his tongue over it, then sucked it back into his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she let out a shuddering sigh, her clit starting to swell against his tongue.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, returning to the slow licks of before. “When I suck on this sweet little clit.”

“Mmmhmm,” she managed, her cheeks bright pink as she looked down at him. “Your mouth feels so good, baby. Better than I ever imagined.”

Even though he’d already known it, hearing her strained admission that she’d imagined him eating her pussy pushed him over the edge, and he didn’t have it in him to tease her anymore. He needed her coming against his mouth. Now. He sucked her clit back into his mouth and massaged his tongue over it in a steady rhythm. Her hips started to quake and he slid two fingers inside her, moaning at the tight, wet heat that greeted him. Fuck, he was going to die inside her, wasn’t he?

He curled his fingers up and stroked them over her, searching for that tiny rough spot, his lips and tongue still working her clit. When he found it, he pressed on it gently, and she screamed, her pussy spasming around his fingers, milking them in a way that made his cock so painfully hard he had to grind his hips into the mattress.

“Fuck, Lucian!” Her voice was ragged, her hips bucking and jerking as she came. “Oh, shit!” He didn’t let up until the fluttering pulses of her orgasm started to fade, and only then did he slide his fingers out of her and release her clit. If she’d been wet and swollen before, she was even more so now. He skimmed his fingers over her folds, careful to avoid her oversensitive clit. He didn’t want to stop touching her, stop looking at her. He leaned forward and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her clit and she let out a choked sob. He kept stroking her gently, playing in her folds, obsessed. Addicted. After a moment, she levered herself up onto her elbows, looking at him with a crooked grin.

“You gonna stay down there all night?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

He chuckled and kissed her clit again. “I might. Been wanting to get my mouth on you for so long, Liv.”

She sat up all the way and then rose to her knees. “Come here,” she whispered, the light shining in her eyes unmistakable. The way she was looking at him, it was more than just lust or desire. They hadn’t said the words, but the feeling was there. He could see it.

She loved him. Somehow, this young, gorgeous creature had fallen in love with him, old twisted bastard that he was. Violent beast that he was.

He rose to his knees too, meeting her in the middle of her bed, and slid his arms around her, savoring the press of her naked body against his. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue, and they both moaned, fresh heat and arousal already spreading between them. Reaching between them, she slipped her hand into his boxer briefs, curling her fingers around his cock. She gasped against his lips as she started to stroke him.

“You’re even bigger than I thought. Jesus,” she breathed, stroking him in a steady rhythm that had him clenching his jaw. She made a purring sound in the back of her throat as she slicked her thumb over the weeping head of his cock. “Baby, you’re dripping,” she said, rubbing the moisture over his head. She took her hand away and tugged his boxer briefs down, making a soft sound in the back of her throat when he sprung free. “Your cock is gorgeous.”

He pulled her tight against him, his cock pressed to her soft belly, and kissed her, long and deep. Kissed her until the entire world dropped away. Kissed her until they were both panting, restless hands moving over each other.

Unable to wait any longer, he tossed his boxer briefs aside and then eased her back on the bed. He came down on top of her, careful to keep his weight off her. She wasn’t a tiny thing, but he was still probably a good seventy or eighty pounds heavier than her, and crushing her wasn’t on the list of things he wanted to do to her right now.

Her legs wound around his waist and they both moaned as his cock slid against her pussy. This was the moment of no return. The moment he’d been waiting for and wanting and denying himself for five years.

“There’s no going back from this, Liv,” he said, thrusting his hips and working his cock against her. “Once I’ve been inside you, I’m never going to let you go. If we do this, you’re mine.”

She shifted her hips, moving to meet his shallow thrusts as he coated himself in her arousal. “Oh, so we’re pretending I haven’t been yours for the past five years?” she asked, and it was as though her question—meant to tease and provoke, as usual—set off a flash bomb inside him, every single interaction, every single fantasy, every single heated gaze and teasing remark coalescing into this one moment that was both an ending and a beginning.

“I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispered, sliding his cock over her again and again.

She gasped softly and tugged him down for a slow, deep kiss. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Lucian. Years.”

He kissed her again, fire coursing through his veins. Lust and love and the need to possess, to claim all scorching through him, obliterating everything else except her. The only woman he’d ever loved. Olivia.

She scored her nails down his back, and he let out a low growl, grinding into her. “I want it raw, Liv. I want to fuck you bare and come inside you because you’re mine. Nothing between us. Are you protected?”

He felt new wetness coat his cock at his words, and she nodded. “I’m on the pill.”

“Good. And I promise you, I’m good. You’re safe with me.”

She met his eyes, lifting one hand to cup his cheek, love and trust and happiness shining out at him from those gorgeous brown eyes. “I know.”

Reaching between them, he lined himself up with her entrance, holding her hooded gaze as he pushed inside her for the first time. She was so wet that even though it was a tight fit, he slid deep with one thrust. She gripped him so beautifully, so perfectly, like she was made for him. Pleasure seared down his spine as he slid all the way in on the second thrust, burying himself inside her.

It was the most perfect moment of his entire life, finally getting inside Olivia. It felt like completion, like joy, like finally finding home.

“Yes,” she whispered and then moaned as she started to come around him with his cock seated deep inside her. She’d been so primed for him that two thrusts of his cock was all it took to send her over the edge. Her walls milked him as her pussy spasmed, her nails digging into his ass, her back arching off of the bed. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Never felt anything more perfect.

He kissed her, swallowing down her moans as he established a slow, deep rhythm, her arms winding around his neck. Her nails scraped over his scalp as she wove her fingers into his hair, her soft, breathy moans urging him on.

“God, Liv,” he groaned, kissing her again. “It’s so fucking good.”

“Lucian,” she sighed, holding him tight, her legs inching higher around his waist, urging him deeper. He kissed his way from her mouth to her neck, his hips moving faster now, taking her harder. Deeper. The mattress creaked beneath them as they moved together, completely lost in each other. He kissed his way back to her mouth, the slide of his tongue against hers mirroring the slide of his cock in and out of her body.

Fuck, he was inside her and it still wasn’t enough. He needed to be deeper, so deep she’d never forget who she belonged to. He rose to his knees and laid her ankles on his shoulders, then pressed his weight forward so her knees were almost to her shoulders. He pulled out and then thrust back in, hard and deep.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. “You’re so deep. So damn deep inside me.”

He slammed his hips into hers, the headboard banging against the wall. She bit her lip, muffling a scream. For several minutes, he pushed them higher and higher, the sounds of their moans, the wet slide of his cock in and out of her clenching pussy, the headboard crashing against the wall filling the room. Her pussy started to flutter and spasm around him and he kept up his brutal rhythm.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my cock again,” he said, riding her hard.

“Fuck, baby, I…yeeeeeeeesssssssss!” she screamed, her eyes fluttering closed as she rippled around him, pulling him even deeper. She let out a series of long, loud moans, convulsing and shaking. He slowed his thrusts, watching her, totally entranced by the look of bliss on her face. When she opened her eyes, she smiled up at him, so warm and bright and full of happiness that he felt like he was being cracked open, sunshine pouring into his darkest corners.

He smiled back at her and let her legs drop back down to the bed, coming down on top of her and kissing her, needing that connection again. It was disorienting, experiencing this kind of intense happiness. He wasn’t used to it.

As he thrust in and out of her, his forehead pressed to hers, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He could feel the heat coiling low in his belly, the pressure building at the base of his spine, the tightness in his balls. Sweat slicked his chest and back, partly from exertion and partly from the effort of holding back his own orgasm, wanting to prolong this for as long as possible.

“It’s so good, baby. You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, winding her arms around his neck. “I love you, Lucian.”

At her words, he couldn’t hold back anymore. It was like his orgasm was being ripped from him and he pounded into her, so hard and deep that the entire bed shook with it. Pleasure sizzled down his spine, everything inside him going white hot as his cock pulsed and he started to come. The knowledge that he was bare inside her, that he was coming inside her, filling her up, claiming and marking her, made it even hotter and he couldn’t do anything but come and feel as he poured himself into her.

“Olivia,” he moaned, kissing her, thrusting into her as he pulsed inside her one last time. “I love you.”