Page 25 of Twisted Secrets (The O’Malleys #3)

She grinned even as she arched up to meet his thrust. “Oh, I guess you’re pretty okay.

” There was something so goddamn hot about the fact that they were still wearing most of their clothes and yet her body was humming with more pleasure than she could have dreamed.

He was right. He could get her off like this. She was already halfway there.

“Then I’ll just have to up my game.” He kissed her again, his hands digging into her hips and forcing her to meet his rhythm, stroke for stroke. Abruptly, he stopped, almost making her cry out in protest. “I changed my mind. These jeans have to come off.”

A few seconds passed before she realized he was waiting for permission. “Yes.”

“Thank fuck.” He moved back enough to unbutton them and jerked them down her hips and off her legs.

What in the world had possessed her to wear skinny jeans?

Such a bad idea. But then they were gone and he was back between her legs.

He lifted her again, resuming their original positions with her straddling him.

She shot him a look, which he returned with another grin. “What? I like the view.”

Sex had never been like this before—almost…fun. She liked it. God, who was she kidding? She liked him . Olivia braced her hands on the roof of the car and shifted against him, biting her lip when his cock rubbed against all the right places. “You’re right. This is better.”

He slid a thumb beneath the side of her panties, tracing down the dip where her thigh met her center and back up again. He was so close to where she wanted him, but he seemed content to tease her. “Your panties are soaked.”

She angled her hips, trying to force him to touch her clit, but his grip tightened, holding her in place. “You promised me something.” Make me come again. Please.

“I always keep my promises.” His thumb stroked her clit and then spread her wetness up and circled it again. “This is what you want.”

“ Yes .” She spread her legs even more, lifting herself up a little to give him better access, which he was all too ready to take.

He pushed a finger into her and groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart, the feel of you clenching around me drives me wild.”

He was doing a damn good job of driving her wild right alongside him. She hooked the back of his neck and kissed him as she rode his hand, her orgasm looming closer with each stroke. He’d finish her like this if she wasn’t careful and, as hot as that was, she wanted more.

Reaching between them, she dragged down his zipper and freed his cock. He was broad and long, and she shivered as she wrapped her hand around him. “I want to feel you.”

“Then feel me.” He had her down on the seat again before she’d registered the move, his cock lining up perfectly with her clit. He propped himself onto his elbows. “If I had a goddamn condom, I’d already be inside you.”

She bit her lip to keep words she had no business even thinking inside. I don’t care about a condom . But she did care. She had to. “I—”

Cillian kissed her, stealing her words. By the time he lifted his head, she had no idea what she’d been about to say. From the look on his face, he knew it, too. “Do you trust me?”

No. Yes. I don’t know . She nodded. “Yes.”

He kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hips moved, creating delicious friction between her legs.

He kept their bodies sealed, offering no chance for him to push inside her, and a small, very stupid, part of her mourned the loss.

But the rest of her body was too busy sparking with pleasure.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning against his mouth.

And then it was too much.

She clung to him as she came, kissing him with everything she had. He started to pull back, but she was having none of it. “No, don’t stop.” She arched against him. “Finish.”

For a second, he looked almost shocked, but then the heat in his eyes doubled and he started moving with renewed purpose. He palmed her breast with one hand, keeping them tightly together with his other, his mouth on her neck.

Against all reason, she felt pressure building again. “Oh God.”

“I can’t get enough of you.” He yanked her bra to the side and took her nipple into his mouth, all without missing a stroke. “You drive me wild, sweetheart. So fucking wild.”

She grabbed his hips, rising to meet each stroke as much as she could while being pinned to the seat. She could actually feel him swelling as his cock slid against her. “Come for me.”

He cursed, his movements turning jerky, and she looked down in time to see him do exactly that, his semen hitting her stomach, so damn hot that it was a wonder it didn’t scald her. She hissed out a breath, wondering how something like this could be so damn sexy.

“You’re almost there.” Without missing a beat, he slid down to the floorboard and pushed two fingers into her. “One more time, Olivia. I’m damn near addicted to the way you come so sweetly for me.”

His eyes darkened further. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you.” He dipped down and then his mouth was there, licking and tasting and savoring her. He kissed her there like he kissed her mouth—as if he’d never get enough.

That thought hit her as he fucked her with his tongue, and it was too much. She dug her hands into his hair and moaned his name as she came a second time. He kept going for a few seconds, drawing her orgasm out until it almost hurt. Then, and only then, did he raise his head. “Regrets?”

He was asking that now ? Olivia managed a hoarse laugh. “No.”

“Good.” He moved up to sit next to her on the seat. “Then next Wednesday I’m taking you out again.”

***

Sergei watched Olivia— his Olivia—get out of the town car, her hair mussed and a look on her face of supreme satisfaction.

Every part of him rejected what his eyes were telling him, but then that Irish bastard leaned out, snagged the back of her neck, and kissed her like she was his .

Sergei clenched his fists, fighting to remember his orders. He was not to intervene.

Not unless Dmitri changed his mind.

He fished his cell out of his pocket without taking his eyes off of them, and pushed the button to speed-dial his boss. Dmitri picked up almost immediately. “Now is not a good time.”

“I was right. She’s fucking that piece-of-shit O’Malley. The one with the tattoos.”

A pause. “You’re sure?”

Across the street, Olivia pulled away with a laugh, her entire face lit up with happiness.

He hadn’t seen her wear that expression in years, and he had been the last one to put it on her face.

“Positive. They just fucked in his backseat, and he looks like he’s ready to haul her in for round two.

” One well-placed bullet and he’d put that kid out of commission.

Hell, it would be a waste of a bullet. He’d work him over with his fists.

Yeah, that was a much better plan.

He was so focused on all the ways he’d bring the enemy to his knees that it took Sergei a few seconds to realize Dmitri was still speaking to him. “I’m sorry, boss. I missed that last part.”

“So I gathered.” He didn’t sound happy, his voice icy. “Keep your distance. I don’t need you spooking her. I think it’s time that I paid my darling sister a personal visit.”

Damn it, that wasn’t what he wanted. “That’s not necessary. I can take care of it. No need to put yourself out.”

“Wrong. And if you make contact before I get up there, I’ll skin you alive. Do we understand each other?”

Sergei cursed long and hard, though no sound made it out of his mouth.

He knew better than to cross Dmitri, but he’d always had a hard time keeping that in mind where Olivia was concerned.

She was special. She alone had looked at him without fear—at least at first. It wasn’t his goddamn fault that he was the best at what he did, and Dmitri had no problem putting him to work doing it.

That was something to be proud of—not ashamed of like she was.

He kept them safe. All of them—even her ungrateful ass.

People heard the name Sergei Utkin, and it made them pause and think before they attacked the Romanovs.

And the money didn’t hurt, either.

Dmitri’s father had brought Sergei over from Mother Russia, where he could barely steal enough food to keep himself alive, and he gave Sergei everything he could need—more than he ever dreamed.

He’d had money to blow, the best vodka, and any woman of his choosing.

More than that, he had the respect and fear of every person he came in contact with.

He liked his life, and he liked it even more with Olivia in his bed.

It might have only been a year, but he’d gotten a taste for a woman of worth.

He wanted her back. He wouldn’t be able to pull that off with Dmitri looking over his shoulder.

“Sergei.”

Damn it, he was so busy thinking, he wasn’t paying attention to the other line. “Sorry again, boss.”

“You’re not comforting me right now. Do I need to bring a replacement when I come?”

And have another man watching Olivia? Not fucking likely. He cleared his throat, doing his best to sound curt and professional. “I’ve got it.”

“You had better. She might be my father’s bastard—for the moment—but she’s still family. Don’t cross me, Sergei. You know what happens if you do.”

Yeah, he knew. He was usually the one Dmitri sent when that happened with someone else.

“It’s under control.” Or it would be. He just had to keep a handle on his shit until Dmitri came and left—until he figured out what his boss had planned for Olivia.

Because he had a plan. Dmitri always had a plan in place.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” He clicked off.

Sergei gave in to the need to curse aloud.

What the fuck was Dmitri thinking? He should have hauled Olivia back to New York the second he realized she was gone.

Andrei wanted her as a Romanov, and Dmitri had given his word that he’d see it done.

Instead, he’d sat back and let her create a life for herself here.

A life that didn’t involve Sergei. Now she had some new cock she was fucking, and the fact that it was attached to the same family that had offered the Romanovs such disrespect barely six months ago…

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all.

A few more hours and I’ll have answers. That will have to be good enough .

And if he didn’t like the answers?

Well, then he’d do something about it. He’d lost Olivia because of her half brother once before. He wasn’t going to let it happen again.