Devastated (Aiden & Olivia Book 3)

by Stephanie Julian

  DEVASTATED

  AIDEN & OLIVIA

  PART 3

  Stephanie Julian

  Copyright © 2017 by Stephanie Julian

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  All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination.

  Chapter One

  Aiden

  So beautiful.

  Still sunk deep inside Olivia, I hold her tight against my chest as she clenches around me.

  I want to move so badly I ache from the effort to hold myself in check. I don’t want to come yet because there’s so much more I want to explore with her tonight. But the way she responds to me makes my inner Neanderthal want to beat his chest.

  I know she came here tonight looking for answers. Answers I can’t give her without giving away my endgame. And I’m not ready to do that yet. Because once I do, she’ll be gone.

  I’ve already deviated from the original plan and now I’m trying to figure out how I can keep her, even though I know that’ll be impossible once she finds out who I am and what I’ve done.

  Another pulse of her body around my cock. I thicken even more as I pull out as slowly as I can, centimeter by centimeter. Her sheath tightens around me, as if trying to hold me inside.

  Turning her onto her back, I watch as her breathing returns to normal and her lids flutter a few times before opening to reveal those beautiful eyes.

  My lungs catch and struggle for air. My muscles bunch, ready to thrust back inside her warm channel, but my brain intervenes, reminding me that I don’t want to simply fuck her.

  I want so damn much more. I want her complete surrender until it’s a gnawing ache in my gut.

  Then I can’t deny myself. I slide my knees between her legs and press home again, tilting my hips to gain another half inch of depth. Every motion is tightly controlled, my teeth gritted against the intense sensation that shoots down my shaft and through my body.

  Every part of my body wants to fuck her hard and fast, to lose myself in the carnality of her heat and her scent and the way she grasps my cock.

  But my brain keeps putting on the brakes because I know, if I can draw this out long enough, the reward will be even better.

  On my next retreat, I pull out completely and am rewarded by the disappointed sound she makes.

  Staring down into her eyes, I remove the condom and drop it over the side of the bed. I’ll replace it with a new one later.

  Now, I lean over her and reach for the rope on the nearest post. Her gaze follows my hand and she swallows hard but she doesn’t flinch away or say no.

  As I lean closer, I hear her suck in a sharp breath. My cock throbs, the heat of her body searing the sensitive skin of my shaft.

  It would be so easy to move closer to her mouth, to rub the tip of my cock against her lips, and watch her suck me in. I want it, badly. And if the look on her face is any indication, she wants the same.

  But if I let her lips wrap around me, let her tongue slide up my shaft, I’ll come and we’ll have to start all over again. Not that I’m not planning to take her at least three times tonight, but this first time I want to savor.

  So I unwind the rope from the left post and let it fall across the bed. Then I do the same with the other.

  “Arms up.”

  She doesn’t respond immediately, but her gaze locks with mine and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. I want to bite that lip myself but if I do, I’ll drag my mouth from her lips to her neck to her breasts and I’ll keep going until I open her legs and lick her pussy.

  And I’ll get to that. But first…

  Slowly, her arms rise until they rest above her head. The motion makes her breasts pull up as well and now my mouth waters for a taste.

  First things first.

  I force back the almost overwhelming urge to suck those nipples into my mouth and lave them with my tongue until she begs me to stop. I’ve discovered how sensitive she is, how she squirms when I bite her. Makes me harder just thinking about it.

  Forcing myself to focus, I pick up one of the ropes and wind it around her left wrist. Not too tight but not much slack. When her right wrist is done, her arms stretched out, I take a few seconds to simply stare.

  I haven’t yet been able to figure out what it is about her that fascinates me so much I’m willing to jeopardize a plan years in the making.

  If it were only her appearance, fucking her once would’ve been enough. At least, it has been with other women.

  No, there’s something about Olivia that makes me crave her more every time I see her.

  How the hell can I work her out of my system?

  Maybe you don’t.

  That voice again, the one I keep trying to ignore.

  With an effort, I shake it out of my head and narrow my focus. She’s staring at me with those gorgeous eyes but I break contact and move down the bed.

  I spread her legs and wrap the silk ropes around her ankles, baring her pussy. I barely stop myself from falling on her and rutting like an animal.

  That’s what I feel like right now. I can only think about fucking her, about the fact that she’s given me permission to tie her to my bed and trusts me not to hurt her.

  She wouldn’t be here if you weren’t blackmailing her.

  Another thought I don’t want to deal with right now. She’s here and that’s all I care about. The rest we’ll deal with later.

  Right now…

  I kneel between her legs and put my mouth over her, licking the delicate lips between her thighs and tasting her. She moans and her body stiffens. But not in rejection. Her hips press forward, encouraging me to take more.

  Every sound she makes fires my blood. I slide one hand beneath her ass to tilt her up, opening her farther. She tastes like heat and desire and I want so much more. My teeth graze her clit, making her jerk beneath me before I swipe my tongue, soothing the tiny hurt.

  Heart beating against my ribs, I suck in air and focus every ounce of effort on making her come.

  I could lick her all night, love how she responds to my touch. With my tongue on her clit, I slide two fingers into her channel, into her heat. She clenches around me, making me groan at the memory of her tightening around my cock.

  Just a little while longer. I want to hold out a little longer to see her completely wrecked by her desire for me.

  The need to have her surrender completely is becoming essential and I work harder, listening to her every sigh, feeling her every motion.

  Her thighs are taut, her belly a flat plane as I lift my head from between her legs. I leave my fingers lodged inside her body, twisting and wringing more pleasure from her.

  Her lips are parted and I want to run my tongue over them, between them. But first, I make sure she’s holding my gaze before I drop my head to her belly and run my tongue from her navel to just between her breasts.

  I look up again and find her watching through slitted eyes as her chest rises and falls at an ever-increasing pace. Her breasts quiver with each breath and I hold her gaze as I move my mouth to one tight nipple. I lick the pointed tip, the texture butter-soft against my tongue. When I run my tongue around the areole, the flesh pebbles even more.

  Releasing her gaze, I focus on sucking her nipple into my mouth and teasing it, making her squirm.
Raw animal desire surges and I bite her, hard enough to make her cry out, just short of outright pain.

  My cock throbs at the sound and I switch sides, lifting a hand to mold her neglected breast in my palm. Her skin feels like heated satin and I want to rub my cock between her breasts.

  But I think that’s going to have to wait until she’s no longer bound. I don’t want to push her too far tonight. I’m already planning more nights with her. No need to do everything at once. There’ll be time later.

  You hope.

  Rising above her, hands planted on either side of her head, I stare into her eyes as I settle my knees against her thighs and brush my cock against her mound. The finely trimmed hair teases my sensitive skin, making my cock bob in anticipation.

  “Are you okay?”

  She wasn’t expecting me to speak and surprise makes her eyes widen. She swallows hard before answering.

  Her hoarse voice ignites my blood. “Just do it.”

  “Spell it out for me, Olivia. I need to hear it.”

  She doesn’t answer right away and I don’t know why I’ve given her so much control. She’s already agreed to let me have her, has trusted me to tie her to the bed.

  Her throat convulses as she swallows and her lips flatten before she takes a deep breath.

  “Go ahead and fuck me. I want you to. I want to feel you push inside me. Make me come.”

  Every word out of her mouth nails me right in the balls. I’m already close enough to the edge that I’m afraid if I accidently brush my cock against her skin, I’ll come on her stomach.

  Her words are rough but her tone is breathy and seductive, no hard edges. She’s trying not to give in to the same primal forces pushing at me, but she’s losing the fight.

  She’s wrapped her fingers around the slight slack in the rope, drawing her arms tighter. Her legs slide against the sheets as if she’s trying to rub them together, to create friction.

  Reaching to the side table again, I grab another condom. She never takes her eyes off me. Her gaze follows my hands and I swear I feel her fingers around mine as I roll the condom down.

  Coming up onto my haunches, I put my hands on her inner thighs and squeeze. I can scent her arousal and my gaze falls to her pussy, slick and puffy. My cock is ready to burst but I force restraint and lean forward just enough to rub the tip of my cock between those folds.

  I don’t push deep, just enough to part her lips, enough for the head to disappear inside.

  Her pussy contracts, trying to draw me deeper as her hips lift to do the same. I let her take me deeper, let her work her hips until I’m lodged inside her. Not far enough. The next move is mine.

  Planting my hands just above her shoulders, I flex my hips and push against her resistance. Swallowing hard, I let my cock throb halfway inside her before drawing back out. The next time, I go farther.

  Each thrust tests my endurance, my resistance to her charms. Every retreat makes me grit my teeth against the urge to slam home.

  Sweat slicks my skin and moisture coats my dick as she circles her hips, slowly enough to be torture. My breath heaves in and out like I’ve just run a marathon but it’s still not enough. I feel like I’m suffocating slowly.

  I have no idea what my breaking point is. Maybe it’s her expression, a mix of frustration and yearning. Maybe it’s the growing pit of desire in my gut. I only know that the next time she arches her hips, I thrust. Hard.

  My body comes down over hers, crushing her into the mattress as my hips nail hers with fierce intent. I’m hard as stone everywhere, muscles straining.

  My mouth covers hers, demanding a response. She opens immediately, her tongue tangling with mine, demanding more. At this moment, I’m willing to give her whatever she wants…as long as I can continue to fuck her.

  With our mouths fused and my hips pumping against hers, I make sure every time I thrust forward, I make contact with her clit. I grind down hard, making her squirm, her hips rising to meet mine.

  I kiss her harder, demand more. She gives it but not without cost. Every time I slide back inside the heat of her body, I lose more of the hold on my control until, finally, it’s gone completely.

  Without that restraint, the orgasm I’ve been holding back races to the forefront, hammering at me until I thrust as deep as I can get. Grinding against her clit, I feel her moan deep inside and her sex spasms around me, milking me until I can’t hold back.

  I release all restraints and come, my cock pulsing with heat. Groaning into her mouth, I fall over her, completely covering her with my body until I have to tear my mouth away from hers so I don’t suffocate us both.

  Her breath rushes against my cheek as mine does against her neck, both of us loud and unable to catch our breath.

  I’m deadweight over her and I don’t want to move. Sooner or later, though, I’ll have to because she won’t be able to breathe.

  And I have so much more planned for tonight.

  Chapter Two

  Olivia

  I’m so wrung out, I can barely move. And that has nothing to do with the ropes around my wrists and ankles.

  It has everything to do with the man sprawled on top of me.

  Sucking in air, I bury my nose in his neck as I try to calm myself. But every breath is laced with his scent and I soon feel like I’m drowning once again.

  Still, I don’t move, just let myself drift in that surreal space where nothing makes sense. Like the fact that this man is blackmailing me and I’m enjoying paying his price.

  My eyes open and I stare across the room at the window where I’d snuck in only two nights ago.

  How the hell had things gotten to this point? And where the hell do we go from here?

  Questions I had no answers to. Questions I wasn’t sure I wanted Aiden to answer.

  A slight movement of my arm and Aiden slides to my side and unwinds the ropes from my arms. I’ve never been tied up before and I flex my wrists, working out the slight stiffness. Rolling to the side of the bed to remove the condom, Aiden is back a second later to undo my ankles.

  “Does anything hurt?”

  His tone holds no apology, just a straightforward question.

  I circle my wrists and ankles for a few seconds before shaking my head. “No. I’m fine.”

  With a slight nod of his head, he watches me as I slide back until my head is almost at the headboard. Then I pile a couple of pillows beneath my head and stare at him.

  The air holds a slight chill and as soon as I think about it, I shiver. A second later, he reaches down to pull the covers over us.

  Then he piles the remaining pillows behind his head and I wonder if he’s about to grab a cigarette. The image makes me smile and now his gaze narrows.

  “What’s so amusing?”

  That voice of his does wild and crazy things to my insides. I haven’t figured out why and maybe I don’t want to know.

  “Do you smoke?”

  His brow furrows as he mulls over what I mean and finally his mouth curves in a slight grin. “No. I don’t. Sorry to disappoint.”

  I’m about to say he doesn’t, but I bite the words back because it would sound too much like normal pillow talk.

  And this situation is in no way normal. My gaze slides away from his and I turn my head to stare at that window on the opposite wall again.

  I want to ask what now. But I don’t want to leave. Not yet. Especially not without that file. That’s my entire reason for being here.

  And I want to have sex with him again.

  “How were you able to make that climb?”

  His question makes me turn to face him again. He’s staring at me with open curiosity on his face and, despite the circumstances, I want to answer. But I want something in return.

  “I’ll answer your question if you answer one of mine.”

  He mulls it over for a split second. “Agreed.”

  Then he falls silent, waiting.

  “I’ve been climbing since I was a kid. I started with tree
s but I nearly busted my head open when I was eight. I fell out of a fifty-foot oak in Fairmount Park, spent a few days in the hospital. I was lucky. The only bone I broke was my right arm and it wasn’t bad. My dad took me to the indoor climbing center as soon as I was healed. One of my instructors was a former Army Ranger and he got me into parkour.”

  “Guess that comes in handy in your line of work.”

  There’s absolutely no inflection in his voice, but my back wants to stiffen anyway. I don’t allow it to.

  I’m not about to let him make me feel guilty about what I do. He has no idea who I really am, what I’m like.

  “It does. It was great training. Not many kids are into that kind of thing so my teacher was able to spend a lot of time working with me.”

  “Does he know what you do with that training?”

  “Of course not.” I shrug like it doesn’t matter but he’s managed to pick open a sore spot. “Mr. Jim was regulation all the way.”

  “Was?”

  My heart twists a little. “He died last year. Freak accident on a course. He was training a group of disabled vets for a special Spartan race. A rope snapped while he was crossing a stream. He fell, hit his head on a rock and never woke up.”

  A goddamn tragedy. A thousand people had attended Jim’s funeral and I recognized several others who had the same job description I did.

  Maybe Jim had known what I did but he’d never mentioned it. And he’d never treated me any differently than any of his other students.

  “Sounds like you were close.”

  “He was a good man. My turn.” I speak before he can say anything else and I feel him tense slightly beside me. But I’m a cat burglar. I’m sneaky by definition. “Why do you have the files I need?”

  I can tell that isn’t the question he’d been expecting. His eyebrows rise slightly and that amazing mouth turns up at the corners. I almost expect him to pat me on the head and say, “Clever girl.”

  Instead, he leans back against the pillows a little more, his naked body on full display. Unashamed. I’m not a prude but I’m not about to lie here on his bed naked for him to ogle.