Taken By the Bratva Boss by Sarina Hart

Chapter Sixteen

Leon

It is more than a few hours from the time we return home to the time I find Olivia again. As soon as I’d pulled into the drive, she disappeared into her room and shut the door. I went to my office and pulled out the case file my father had put together about Igor’s death.

When last I saw him, there was no burn on his hand. And his body had been too charred at the time of his death for even an identification to be made without the help of dental records. An old wound—if he’d had one—wouldn’t have been there. And this file is no help. Makes me feel ridiculous for even looking at it. Igor is dead. Has been dead for years. Didn’t come back from the dead to rape. Although, if anyone could…

After I put the file away in the safe behind my desk, I try to work, try to concentrate on anything other than Olivia and why I want her to believe me, why I need her to believe me. I don’t care if anyone else in the world knows I didn’t hurt her friend, but I can’t stand the thought of Olivia believing I would.

I need to tell her. Need her to know I am a good man. And I can’t sit in the office and wait another minute. I yank the door open because my hurry is like an itch I need to scratch and can’t reach. Only she can soothe it.

The door to Anna’s room is open and their giggles float into the hallway so I stop for a minute and listen to Olivia reading, using voices, her American accent so thick it warms me. But I’m a grown man who can handle an attachment that severs. Anna is a child, and her heart will be broken probably beyond repair when Olivia leaves. I should have her go now. Ask her to spare Anna.

But I haven’t heard Anna laugh in so long. Not with this kind of joy anyway. And I want to hear more. I want my house full of laughter and happiness. My work is stark and dangerous. My home shouldn’t be.

I lean against the door frame and watch. When she lifts her head to look at me, Olivia’s eyebrow cocks and she motions for me to join them. I shake my head. The moment is theirs and I don’t want to disturb it.

Maybe I shouldn’t have brought Olivia here. Never started this farce. But then I wouldn’t know the sweet taste of her kisses, the soft curves of her body, the intoxicating depths of her passion.

My cock strains and I want her. Again. Now.

She finishes the book, kisses Anna’s cheek, and I can’t wait another minute to walk in. “Leon!” Anna smiles up at me and holds out her arms as I bend for a goodnight kiss. “My family.”

“Sleep sweet, little one.”

Olivia walks around the bed to the door, and I sit beside Anna for a moment. I haven’t seen much of her today.

“You missed dinner.” It isn’t an accusation. She’s unhappy but accepting, and her frown turns when I tilt my head. This is her game. “Tomorrow, you have to spend ten hours working then you are mine for piggyback rides and Nerf games.”

The ever-popular Nerf games were invented after Anna learned to shoot her Nerf bow and arrow. “Okay. Ten hours working then whatever you want.”

It’s enough to make her smile, although I’ve promised her before and had to leave and not return until long after she’d gone to bed.

“Can Olivia play, too?”

“If she wants.” I glance back at her where she now leans where I’d stood.

“She will. She likes me. And she really likes you.” She wags her finger and I bend for her whisper. “She hasn’t said it so you might want to ask her, but I can tell. Girls know.”

I pull back and nod. This kid’s soul is ten years older than her body. Maybe twenty. She says things I can’t believe she knows.

“I’ll let you know what she says.” Anna nods and I press a kiss to her forehead. She smells clean and like strawberries. It’s a scent I will always associate with this little girl no matter how old she is.

I stroll out of the room, look back for a second and take in her innocence. She’s tucked and snuggled and dreaming all the dreams she should have. My heart is full of her.

When the door shuts behind me, Olivia and I are alone in the hallway.

I can smell her perfume with every shift of her head, and my cock stirs again. Olivia has a power over me. If she ever finds out, it won’t be good for me, but I’m not hiding it very well. My pants are… tight.

Her smile flashes up at me. We’re facing one another and all it would take was one step for either of us and we could be body to body. Her scent is so potent I’m only a breath away from a swoon. I have to move so I walk toward my bedroom—I need relief one way or the other—and she falls into step beside me. I don’t want to hope, but I want her with me. Against me. Around me.

“You going to bed now?” My voice is thick, deep and husky, like I’ve already started with her.

“It’s been a long day.”

I want to ask her to come with me to my room. I want to spin her into my arms and feel her legs wrap around me when I lift her off her feet. “Yeah.”

The silence is stony and awkward. I can’t bear it, so I stop walking, pull her hand until she turns and looks at me and I can tug her closer. Only in dreams and movies are women as beautiful as Olivia.

And no one I’ve ever kissed has tasted like her. Like warm whisky and long, dark nights of sex. Not really, but that is what her kiss reminds me of. I’m addicted.

And when my lips brush hers they part and I’m enthralled with the slide of her tongue against mine, the feel of her pushing her hips against my almost painful erection. I need her. Want her. More than anything.

I walk us the rest of the way down the hall to her room and twist the knob behind her. I can’t wait another second and swing her into my arms, carry her in, and kick the door shut behind us.

Dear God. I want to die an old man in her arms.

As soon as I have the thought, I stiffen. But then she swirls her tongue in the spot where my jaw and throat meet. Thinking is beyond my capability.

I set her on her feet again and she yanks my shirt open, let’s her hands drift over my skin. “I want to taste every inch of you, and I want you to lie back and let me.”

Well, when she put it like that, I could hardly refuse. I smiled. “Can I touch you?”

“No.”

I pretend to think on it. “I think we’re going to have to negotiate.”

She laughs just a little. “Negotiate this.” And she drops to her knees in front of me and without preamble other than shoving my pants down, she takes my cock into her mouth in one long deep suck.

“Fuck.” Praise would’ve probably been better. An oh, God, or a you’re amazing, but she has her mouth on my cock and her tongue swirling like it’s some kind of magic massager. It’s a miracle I can remain standing. Sure as hell, there isn’t enough blood left in my brain for real words.

Her mouth slides against me while her tongue does whatever it’s doing to send those shots of pleasure through every cell in my body. My knees go weak, and I’m close. So fucking close. I try to pull away, push her back but she’s determined. And I’m needy. Desperate now.

My balls tighten as she strokes them, her fingertips kneading the soft flesh. All I can think about is her lips around my cock, taking all of me in. I feel the back of her throat with my tip, and it takes all my conscious effort not to bust.

“Oh, Olivia!” It’s a moan and a cry, nothing near manly enough to overcome the twitching and trembling, the full body shudder her mouth has brought me to.

Drained and weak from it, I pull her to her feet and then her hands are working me again. One on my cock. One on my ass while her tongue and teeth take care of one nipple then the other.

I’m hard again—harder—before my second full breath.

When she slaps her hand hard against my ass cheek, a burst of pleasure bolts through me. “You like that, baby?” She rubs for a second before her hand marks the same spot and a delicious sting goes straight to my dick. “Your cock likes it.” She tightens her hold and strokes harder, adding a semi-gentle twist of my skin.

I fucking love that twist.

My pants are still around my ankles, and she has leggings and panties covering the spot where my cock should be. But when I lift her shirt, she won’t let go of my cock so I can taste her skin, dispense some of the same pleasure she’s giving me.

“No. You said I could touch you.” She looks up at me and grins mischievously. “I’m not finished yet.” And she smacks my ass again at the same time as she strokes with the twist.

She’s just moved from dream girl to sex goddess.

I toe one shoe off then the other and step out of my slacks. Push her onto the bed using my body. “You’re finished, and now it’s my turn.”

She’s on the bed on her back, and she lifts her hands to her breasts, rubbing them over her shirt. She moans, staring me down, teasing me. I lean over her and pull them away, out to her sides. “Don’t move.” I order. Then I lift her shirt and bra in one motion like I somehow managed to plan it and take her ruby colored nipple in my mouth. It pebbles as I pinch the other one. I alternate side to side while she writhes beneath me in sheer pleasure.

She pulls her hand down, tries to stuff it between us so she can touch the area I am purposefully ignoring. “No.” I put her hand back and hold it there for a minute.

“I want you inside me.” Her pout is as attractive as any expression I’ve ever seen.

“I will be.” Make no mistake, it’s happening soon. But not before she’s dripping wet and begging me to fuck her.

“Now.”

“Sh-h-h.” Instead of taking off her pants or kissing her or touching where she needs touched, I lift her shirt off and stare for a few long seconds. Only then do I shimmy her pants down. This is a woman who makes cotton bikini underwear look like thousand-dollar lingerie. “Holy shit.” I say it low with the proper amount of admiration thrown in for truth as much as effect.

“Touch me. Fuck me. Please.” Her moans are breathy and needy. But not needy enough.

“Sh-h-h.” I grin. “I want to please you.” And she wants to be fucked. Her skin is red and hot, her breaths are short and low, her pussy is wet and ready. But what I want is for her to be desperate, to take control back, to take what she wants. I want Olivia powerful, in charge, commanding.

“Then please me, Leon.” And for a moment she’s still until I draw my hand down and brush my hand over her clit ever so gently. But she senses it. Boy does she. Her body jerks. She gasps.

“Not yet.” I stroke the inside of her thigh with the tips of my fingers, let my hand slip closer and closer, even bumping the wet panties while my cock presses into her hip. “Talk to me, Olivia. Tell me what you want.”

She’s panting because I am teasing her. Making her wait and neither of us are touching the one spot she wants touched more than any other. I give it a little flick and she arches. She bites her lower lip. I fucking love it when she does that.

“I want you inside me or your mouth on me. Or to touch myself.” Her words are broken and I’m so hard, her first touch is going to finish me.

“Those sound fantastic, but what do you want most?”

“I want you to take your big, thick fucking cock and use it to fuck me until I see God.”

Dirty talk Olivia is a new favorite of mine.

I rip her panties off because while I want to tease her, I can’t take much more. So I stand and grip the backs of her knees, pull her to the edge of the bed. The sight of her naked pussy is glorious.

My tongue swipes her clit, and I dip a finger into her warm wet folds as I pull her legs over my shoulders. She tastes like heaven should. She clenches around my finger, and I could come just from that alone. She’s tight and hot and so wet. All for me. Aching, needy, desperate. Just the way I want her.

I’m not more than a delicious taste in, when her body tightens, and her core grips my fingers. She’s coming and writhing, crying out and clutching my hair, her fingers scraping against my scalp. She can’t take any longer.

“Fuck me, right now!”

God yes. “If you want it, show me.”

And that’s enough to have her yank me onto the bed and push me onto my back. When she climbs on and slides her wet, white-hot pussy down my shaft, I know this is heaven. Nothing worldly is so fucking exquisite. Her folds envelop me, welcome me into the moist underground of her being, and I never want to come out.

I want to watch her bounce up and down on me, her glorious tits jumping with her perky, pebbled nipples tempting me to open my mouth and suck. I want to let her have this power over me, but I need to fuck her. Still, I let her go. Hold her hips. Buck mine in time to hers. Over and over, until her pussy squeezes my cock, taking me for everything I’ve got, and I can’t hold on anymore. I let go and fill her, releasing my seed into her, our juices mixing inside of her.

When the world is back on its axis and we’re lying side by side on her bed, she looks over at me, her breaths still in short bursts. “Thank you.”

I should be thanking her, but I turn on my side and kiss her instead. This woman is everything I ever…I mean, she’s pretty great. She’s great.

“You okay?” Even her voice is… great.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Great.” But I’m not. I’m screwed. I’m falling, and there’s no one at the bottom to catch me.