“You lay a finger on me,” I warn breathlessly, eyes dropping to his mouth, “And I’ll cut off your dick.”
His mouth kicks up into a devilish grin, his own eyes staring at my mouth as his tongue traces his bottom lip, “You’d like it wouldn’t you?” He purrs, “Having my handprint on your pretty ass. Would you be dripping, Olivia? Like you’re soaking your panties right now?”
I tilt my chin up, forcing my body not to squirm. He leans in just a touch further, his lips a whisper against mine and my own part, lashes fluttering.
“You fucking would,” His words are spoken right against my mouth and I almost sigh when his tongue touches my bottom lip, “Just know, I’d fucking love it just as much.”
My eyes close as I move forward to try and press my mouth firmer against his but then there’s suddenly nothing in front of me except thin air.
His deep chuckle sounds next to me and my eyes snap open, flicking to him as his hands curl around the steering wheel and he floors the pedal, peeling us out the garage and down the long drive of the estate.
Chapter Twenty-three
My cock fucking aches.
Having her so close, a small taste of her on my lips and I’m about to blow right in my damn pants. Fuck she blushes so damn pretty and the way she pressed her thighs together, squirmed under my touch, it took everything in me not to strip her out of her clothes and fuck her right there in the car.
She hasn’t said a single word the whole drive, her hands held tightly together in her lap, knees pressed together, face turned to look out the window as the scenery bleeds from woods and open space to skyscrapers and heavy traffic.
My fingers twitch where I have one resting on my leg, itching to reach over and take her thigh in my grip, while my other hand controls the car.
I pull us into the lot close to the shopping district, turning off the engine after I’ve pulled into a space. Olivia gets out the moment the car is stopped andstands at the hood, not giving me a chance to open the door for her.
I take her hand in mine, ignoring how good she feels when she’s in my grip and I don’t give her a chance to pull away as I begin walking, forcing her to follow.
We come out on the main strip, people milling about all around us and paying us no attention. She stays close as I take her toward the mall, but she stops suddenly with a gasp.
I follow her eyes to a magazine stand and right there on the front page is the two of us on our wedding day.
Olivia Lauder, New CEO of Lauder Hotels and Resorts marries business tycoon, Malakai Farrow in a super-secret wedding at Silver Lake Estate.
“They wrote an article about us?” She picks up the magazine, flicking to the full article a few pages in.
“We’re high profile,” I tell her, “And there were press in attendance at the wedding.”
Her nose scrunches up as she reads the article and I glance over her shoulder.
Olivia Lauder, youngest daughter of the late Victor Lauder has done some questionable things in her short life, but marrying one of the most eligible and wealthiest men in the city has to be the topper.
Is it power? Status? Money?
Read on to find out how Olivia sunk her claws into one of the cities greatest men as a source close to the couple spills all.
I snatch the magazine from her hand and shove it back into the stands.
“They thinkItrappedyou!?” She squeals.
“Let’s go, Olivia,” I start to drag her away.
“The fuck!” She growls, her steps quickening with her anger. It’s adorable that something so small can harbor so much fury. I still have her hand in mine when we enter the shop, instantly being greeted by the overly happy saleswoman.
“Good morning, how can we help you today?” She asks chirpily.
Olivia comes to an abrupt stop, her anger still radiating from her.
“My future ex-husband is looking for a new pair of shoes.”
I choke on air.
