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He nods, his face filled with caution, too. “Olivia, you can’t control how other people react to things. And it’s not your responsibility to do so. Did you want to play pool tonight?”

“Yes.”

“And did you care who you played with?”

“I wish it had been with you, but no, I didn’t really mind. I was having fun with Nicole.”

“Good. That’s all I want. For you to have a good time.”

“You’re not gonna go all alpha on me like Josh did with Nicole?” I tease.

He pauses for a moment, as if to carefully practice the words he wants to say. “That’s not the dynamic I want our relationship to have. It might work for them, but it doesn’t work for me. I’ve lived a lifetime’s worth of violence, and in the last few years, I’ve worked very hard to build something different. Something away from my father and his organization.”

The air around us is charged; it hums against my skin.Does he not work with his dad anymore?

“You have?”

He nods. “You’re mine, Killer. But let’s get one thing clear: I don’t own you. No one owns you.”

He stops me right in the middle of the sidewalk, tiltingmy chin up. Bending down so his lips brush the shell of my ear, he whispers, “There is one exception to the rule, of course.”

“What would that be?” My mouth waters as his fingers dance across the hem of my dress, and I’m reminded of his promise to me earlier.

His finger slips between my legs, and he reaches the apex of my thighs. I let out a small gasp as he tickles his fingers delicately over my sensitive flesh.

“This pussy, Olivia. I own it.” He pushes a little further in, and I glance around the empty street. To anyone, it would look like we’re embracing. In reality, I’m dripping down his fingers.

“Mmhmm, anything. You can have anything.”

“Just this will do. And maybe your ass.” He winks. Withdrawing his fingers, he slips them between his lips. “Delicious.”

“You’re crazy.” I laugh, taking his hand and dragging him back to the hotel.

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Our lips press together hard as he hikes my leg up around his waist. All sense of propriety gone as I grind my bare pussy against his crotch. His fingertips dig into my flesh as we vie for control. The elevator door dings open, and we fall through. He swipes the key card, fumbling with it until the little light turns green.

I jump up, wrapping my legs around him. He carries me into the room, his tongue licking mine, his teeth biting at my lower lip.

I pull the strands of his hair between my fingers and tug hard. He groans, throwing me onto the couch. I scramble, attempting to use my strength to pull him down on top of me. But this is where he has me beat. You can’t beat those solid, broad muscles he has. Pulling me down by my hips, mybutt sits close to the edge of the couch as my head is pushed up against the cushions. It’s not a flattering angle, but Austin doesn't seem to care, and at least like this, I have a perfect view of him diving face-first into my pussy. But I can’t arch my back; the position restricts the stretch I like to feel throughout my body.

He takes one final languid lick with the flat of his tongue before flipping me over. My knees hit the carpet as he pushes me down onto the sofa, my face squishing into the couch cushion. The weight of his chest is flush against my back as I feel his hard cock nestle between my ass cheeks. We’re not even undressed. My dress is still on. Hiked up over my hips so I’m bare for him to see, but he’s not even taken his shirt off. His slacks are on, even his fucking shoes. I’m aching to feel the heat of his skin against mine, but this feels dirty in the most delicious way.

The slap of his belt rings through the air as he wraps it around my middle. Holding on to both ends, he pulls it tight, and my ass slams into his crotch.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, Olivia. If you want to stop, you just say stop, okay?" His voice is so deep I barely recognize it.

“Please, Austin.”

“So good at begging, baby,” he teases.

The sound of his zipper accompanies my heavy breathing. I hear him pull himself out, tugging at his erection as he lines up with the entrance of my soaked pussy. He slides in gently, nothing stopping him as he glides like a skater on fresh ice.

He pulls out slowly. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes. Please, Austin, I want it rough.”

“Fuck, Olivia.” He pushes again.