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I froze. My whole body tensed. He sensed it immediately and his face turned to one of concern, but it was too late. I shoved his chest hard and stormed away from him, gripping the wall as I went. My breathing was coming out in short, sharp gasps as I clutched my chest.
“Liv! Olivia!”
There wasn’t enough air. Inhaling frantically but feeling no oxygen fill my lungs was causing my panic to intensify as images of all the times Henry had said those exact words to me over those two years filled my head. I tried to grab my hair band around my wrist, but it wasn’t there. Elle had made me take it off for the night. No. I can’t- I ca-
Falling to my knees, the concrete floor was cold and rubbly but I didn’t even feel it through my fear.
“Olivia. Look at me,” I heard his voice, strong, calming and deep, but I couldn’t focus on anything except trying to breathe. Forcing myself to look up from the floor, I locked eyes with deep brown irises that were determined and safe. He was kneeling in front of me, his masculine hands on my upper arms. “You are having a panic attack. But I am going to make it better. You are okay. You are safe.”
I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn’t. Shocking me completely, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his lips. His kiss was firm but gentle. I held my breath and focused on his lips moving against mine. I couldn’t kiss him back but I could feel his reassurance. His safety. When he pulled away and gazed down into my hooded eyes, I wanted more. I ached for his touch. His lips again.
“That’s it,” his voice was but a whisper as he stroked my cheeks and held my surprised gaze. I was breathing again. The panic was dispersing. I was calming down. How?
“How...how did you do that?” I whispered.
A small smile played on his lips as he brushed his thumb against my swollen ones from our kiss. “I heard once that holding your breath can prevent a panic attack, so when I kissed you...you held your breath.”
I stared into his eyes, completely baffled. I had been dealing with these dreadful moments of pure panic for five years and never have I been able to stop one so quickly.
“You are a wizard,” I breathed, and a deep, sexy chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled us up to our feet.
“Do you want to talk about it? Or go back to the lodge?” he asked with concern. I shook my head. No. I was done with Henry ruining any more moments of my life. I wanted to have fun. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I balanced on the balls of my feet and kissed him with ferocity and passion. His hands moved around my back, crushing me against him as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. He slowly pushed me back against the wall and I lifted one leg to hook it around his waist as he ground his groin into me. He was deliciously hard and my stomach fluttered and my core tingled. I wanted him. Needed him inside me. Making me feel alive and safe.
“Not here,” he panted against my lips as I rocked my hips against him.
“Not here,” I agreed, but he smashed his mouth into mine again with urgency, our bodies fighting against our words. I gasped when he grabbed the backs of my thighs and lifted me, pinning me between his torso and the wall. His lips ran velvety kisses down my throat and I moaned.
"You. Me. Bed. Now,” he mumbled into my skin and I smirked. No way was I letting him off this easily. I was going to torture him a little longer after his controlling and possessive display earlier. I was the one in control now and I had never felt more powerful.
“No. I want to dance,” I breathed, my voice a husky rasp.
His head snapped back from my neck, and I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing at his expression. “Dance? Really?”
I nodded, continuing to chew my lip and look up at him through my dark eyelashes. The intense desire in his eyes was amusing. The last thing he wanted to do was dance. I slid down his body and pulled at his hand as I walked back towards the crowded terrace. He didn’t move and his hand fell out of my grip. “I am dancing. Join me or watch. Up to you.” I flicked my hair over my shoulder as he groaned in frustration. Thank God for alcohol. I had enough courage to give him a show he would never forget.
Hot Tub
Giovanni
Istrolled reluctantly behind her sexy ass that was so fucking tempting in those tight jeans. My dick was rock hard and straining against my trousers, demanding to be freed and buried deep inside her. But she was teasing me. I knew it and so did she. She was getting her revenge for the way I behaved earlier.
I couldn’t help it. Just seeing her on the dance floor, laughing and being spun around by that albeit innocent man, had immediate rage coursing through my body, driving me to the brink of insanity. How I didn’t shoot the guy right there and then, I will never know. But then I fucked up again. When I am in that headspace, when I allow the darkness to come forth, I don’t even realise how I am being or what I am saying. As soon as those words left my lips, I saw fear in her eyes. Watching my strong and feisty bambola crumble to the floor and struggle to breathe nearly broke me. I could feel it too. I could see her pain and I felt it in my soul. The need to make her okay again, to stop it, was so overwhelming and I did the only thing I knew how to at that moment. I kissed her. And thank fuck it worked, which just proved to me that she felt this between us too. This indescribable connection that made no sense yet made perfect sense at the same time.
Sitting down on a chair at the edge of the dance floor, legs spread out and arms crossed against my chest, I tried to pretend her defiance wasn't affecting me. She stood a metre or so away, swaying her hips to the hypnotic beat and kept her eyes locked with mine. Her confidence was such a fucking turn on. She never backed down from me and, for the first time in my life, I loved having a woman defy me.
She ran her hands up her body, brushing over her tits and under her hair, exposing her neck to me, before running them back down. Fuck this was torture. The sly smirk that played on her lips when she saw my jaw ticking and eyes roaming her body showed me she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She sauntered towards me in those provocative boots and leaned over, running her finger down my chest and torso. She smiled and bit her lip before she straddled my lap and started to grind on my pulsing dick to the music. My hands reached around to grab her ass cheeks as she rode me fully clothed, making me hiss. She quickly stood up and turned around, giving me a full view of her ass, wiggling it in my face before grabbing my thighs in her hands and dropping between my legs. Holy fuck. Slowly she rotated her hips until she stood up and sat on my lap, back to me. Sitting forward, my hands roamed her body as I kissed her neck from behind and she leaned back into me. I had forgotten we were even in public at this point, as the background faded away and all I could feel was her and the music. My very own incredible lap dance.
Abruptly, she grabbed my wrists and threw my hands away with surprising strength as she stood up and walked back on to the dance floor, making sure she gave me a little wink over her shoulder first. That was it. I had had my taste and I needed more. Following her, I reached forward and gripped her hips, slamming her back against my stomach as we started to move our bodies together, perfectly in sync. She lifted her arms around my neck and played with the back of my hair as we swayed and grinded to dance music. My hands ran all over her body and I honestly don’t think I have ever been this turned on or hard in my entire life. What was she doing to me?
After a few more minutes, I had reached my fucking limit. Spinning her around, she looked up at me, her own intense want written all over her face as I picked her up by her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked off the dance floor towards Finch and Angelo. My jaw clenched when I realised they would have been watching that entire scene. It was their job.
“Stiamo andando a casa. Assicurati che Elle torni a casa sana e salva... da sola,” I ordered my men to stay with Elle and get her home safely alone and not with the boy she was hanging off at their table. That's how much I wanted Olivia right now. I didn't even care if some boy had his tongue down my sorella's throat. They nodded as I walked out of the bar, still carrying Liv as she wrapped herself around me like a koala.
“I love it when you talk in Italian,” she breathed against my neck as she kissed my skin. I could not get back to the lodge quick enough.
“Ti farò urlare il mio nome tutta la notte bambola,” I said fiercely, and she moaned, which made me chuckle, seeing that she had no idea what I said.
When we finally got back up to the lodge, all the lights were off, and I knew mamma and the kids would be fast asleep. I put her down so I could open the front door with my keys, but when I turned around, she was nowhere to be seen. “Olivia?”
