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My walls grip him, and before long, I spasm in release, taking him with me as he spurts every drop of himself inside of me.
Indeed, forever is barely enough time to spend loving him.
Chapter Thirty-Three
RONAN
“I’m close, baby,” I chase my release, banging Olivia against the door of the cabin, her legs around my waist and her arms thrown over my shoulders.
She moans, while also reminding me that Cesare has called and that he is waiting for us on dry land.
One fuck just wasn’t enough.
If I could, I would keep my cock inside of her for much longer. I have missed her in every way possible. I want to fuck her, make her come, hold her and then continue the routine until we are both get old.
“Come with me,” I angle my thrusts. “That’s it, baby, give it to me.”
She lets go, convulsing in my arms as her orgasm rocks her world.
My strokes turn sloppy, my thighs cave in, my balls stretch, and then the pleasure shoots out of me.
I ease her down gently, and she puffs. Then, I pick up my boxer briefs from the floor.
“Shall we?” I tuck my cock back in my jeans and reach for the door to open it for her, “You look well fucked,” I wink at her as she steps out before me.
“That makes two of us,” she smiles shyly and I go after her, pulling her to myself and kissing her.
I interlock our hands and lead her down the small hallway with bottles of scotch tightly cinched to the bar protectively, then up the stairs and out to the deck of the ship. I lead her to the dock.
We interlock our hands as we go over to Cesare, who is currently glaring at us.
Lanky and taller, wearing an oversized suit, his underboss is standing beside him. He seems busy smoking and checking out the arrays of ships and boats on the dock more than listening to whatever I have to say.
Liam is wrapping up with the men, and I see some of them hopping down from the ship and going in the distance, swallowed by the shadows of the night.
“You couldn’t have wasted any more time?” Cesare nags as we stop before him. “Where is the Russian bastard?”
“He wasn’t there when we arrived,” I shove one hand in the pocket of my jeans because it broadens my chest, and intimidation is needed here. Cesare has a way of playing the cards of intimidation and I have to remind him through my words and actions that he doesn’t faze me.
“You took my best men for nothing?” Cesare clicks his teeth. “You let the motherfucker get away that easily because you are too focused on…” he scans Olivia from head to toe, “On that irrelevant baker.”
I want to correct him and stop him from using demeaning words when addressing Olivia, but I hold back because with what I have in mind, he will have no choice but to respect her as expected.
“He left, I don’t know what the Russian is up to, but it didn’t look like he wanted a fight,” I shrug, and I couldn’t care less what Damien is up to as long as I have Olivia with me.
We can fight another day if that is what he has left to prepare for. But for today, getting Olivia back was my only target.
“Because you weren’t focused,” Cesare throws one hand in the air, vibrating in anger.
I know this has nothing to do with not killing Damien or even with Olivia being my main focus. This has everything to do with the simple fact that he will not be getting me as his son-in-law.
“We will be ready if he strikes again,” I assure him, and he is about to say something when his phone cuts him off.
He shoots Olivia a glare, but I like that she is not shrinking like she was earlier. She knows her place now. She knows I want her, only her.
Cesare takes his call, shoves one hand in the pocket of his dress pants, and listens to the caller.
His eyes narrow, and his forehead crinkles. His eyes go wide, and he clenches his teeth, grinding them against each other. Whatever he is hearing cannot be good.
