Ambushed by M.E. McAndrews

Chapter 24

Olivia

“Austin!”

He leans in close to my ear. “You need to learn your place, Livvy.”

His hand comes down again, and I’m writhing, my head spinning.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I tell him, barely able to speak, the most insane desire I’ve ever experienced growing inside me.

He grabs my ass and squeezes it tightly. His fingers move further down, sliding over the moist slit between my legs.

I’m at his mercy. I’ve never felt more helpless, yet more alive in all my life. His fingers move inside me, and I arch my back, pressing my ass into his palm.

“That’s it,” he says, his other hand moving to my neck, squeezing hard and pushing me down. “I know you like it so much, don’t you?” he whispers into my ear.

I hum, closing my eyes. He’s toying with me, and I have to remind myself that I’m also playing him, because Jesus it’s starting to get really easy to forget. I just need to play along until I can get out of here. My heart thuds in my chest, and my breath quickens. Playing along isn’t so difficult.

“Yes.”

The palm of his hand comes down again, and my body shudders. He reaches up and unbuttons my dress, yanking it off me and tossing it on the floor. “That’s better.”

I feel completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

His hand moves over my curves, cupping my breasts, moving down my abdomen and over my wet lips between my legs. I’m squirming beneath him, unable to control myself any longer.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he whispers, his fingers pinching my nipples.

“Yes. Please, Austin.” He leans down to my ear, and I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me.

He peels the shirt off his back and fumbles with his belt.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He leans over me, pressing his body against mine, and I feel his hardness pressing against my opening from behind. He’s teasing me. I’m writhing beneath him, trying to thrust my hips upward to push him inside me.

He reaches for a condom from the nightstand, rolling it onto his penis in a quick single motion.

He kisses me then in a way he hasn’t before. Deeply. Passionately. As if he’s as hungry for me as I am for him. My heart flutters as the walls I had erected to protect myself crumble.

He plunges his thickness into me. I’m so wet that he enters me easily.

“You do not get to say what you want. You’re going to get what I give you. Understand?”

“Y-yes.” I cry out as he fills me, his hips resting against mine, holding me still. He thrusts into me again, then holds his breath for a moment, his cock moving deep inside me. I turn my head to the side, my cheek resting against the bed, and he takes my mouth again, our tongues tangling.

He thrusts himself repeatedly in and out of me with such force that the bed begins to hop, and the headboard bangs loudly against the wall. Each drop of his sweat that drips down onto my back from him sends a jolting spark of electricity through me as he slams himself deeper inside me.

“Ungg…” I moan with each successive thrust. He increases the speed of his penetrations, and the pressure and the sound of his balls slapping against my clit is even more of a turn-on. “I’m going to come,” I moan as I reach around beneath myself to grab his balls, squeezing and rolling them between my fingers. I tug on his balls, trying to pull him deeper, but he’s already inside me as deep as he can go.

“No, you’re not. Not yet,” he says, slowing down his thrusts and sliding himself out. “Look at me,” he continues, as he wraps his massive hand around my shoulder to flip me over onto my back.

His mouth finds my nipple, sucking it in between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. His teeth close on it lightly, and I shudder against him. I wrap my legs around his torso and roll my hips, wanting him to fuck me harder, faster.

I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as I moan. He slides himself back inside me and continues to fuck me hard, his hips slamming into me, his mouth on my breast.

I’m moaning, whimpering and crying out, completely at the mercy of his cock, of his mouth, of his hands. I reach back, clawing at the bedspread, holding on tight while he drives himself into me repeatedly. My orgasm builds inside as he fucks me. I’m moaning and he’s groaning, our bodies rocking wildly against each other.

“I’m going to come,” I whimper.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low. He reaches down and rubs my clit with his thumb.

I’m so close now, I can barely think straight, my whimpers and moans growing louder, as his cock twitches inside me. I know he’s going to come soon too.

I bite my lip and tremble beneath him, my body moving in time with his. He’s watching me, watching my every move, and I can see the look of animal lust in his eyes.

I clench myself around his cock and I shudder against him, my orgasm ripping through me, dazzling me with its force. The pleasure is so intense that it’s almost painful, making my body tremble as I gasp and moan, shivering and shaking.

He holds me tight, his cock throbbing inside me, and I’m coming so explosively that I can’t catch my breath.

He continues his thrusts inside me, his cock stretching me, filling me as I come down, my body trembling and shuddering. I’m so sensitive now, it’s like my entire body is radiating warmth and light.

Then he lets out a loud growling groan as he pumps one last thrust into me, holding himself there as his entire body tenses up tighter than a banjo string.

I’m panting and struggling to catch my breath when he slumps on top of me before rolling off and onto the bed beside me. I turn onto my side, facing him. I can see the satisfaction on his face.

He grabs my hand, pulling it to his face and kissing my palm, then my fingertips. I’m still trembling and exhausted, but I want him again. I’m still so turned on by him and what just happened that all I want is to have him inside me again.

A twinge of fear rises through me, because I know what that means...

And I cannot develop real feelings for him. No way in hell. It's just temporary lust.

I bury it deep down inside and pull away from him. I get out of the bed and I collect my dress. My legs are wobbly.

“Who said I was done with you?” he murmurs.

“I've got to head home.”

“Already?”

I nod, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear. This is getting out of hand, and I need to make sure I stay focused on the end game. Austin... he's confusing me, and I wish he wouldn't look at me the way he does. As if I’m the only woman in the world. As if he owns me. I can't let him do this to me. I won't get attached. I can’t.

“Why do you look so nervous?” he asks.

“Stop it. I'm not nervous.”

“Okay. Then, why are you running away?”

I don't answer. I turn toward the door.

“Stay,” he demands.

“I can't.”

“You can.”

I turn back toward him, setting my hands on my hips and tilting my head. “I thought this was a no strings attached sort of deal.”

He shrugs, leaning back as he runs his hand along his jaw, watching me with his steady gaze. I roll my eyes at his arrogance. I'm uncomfortable being in his room, and I don't want to admit I'm enjoying this front row view of his exposed body. There is something about a shirtless man that's both incredibly sexy and ominously threatening at the same time.

“Oh, it is, but I was just warming you up,” he says.

Heat flushes through me. “I'll talk to you later, Austin.” I turn on my heels to walk away. But I need that file. The one hiding in his drawer. Without it, I don't have any evidence. Nothing to link him to my husband's death. With it, I might even be able to blackmail him into leaving me alone. Or just destroy his shitty empire.

But for now, at least I've got him fooled.