Again.
Thank you for your kind words and messages. I was planning on updating 'Find Your Way Back' first but most voted for this story to be updated, so here it is. But I am planning on updating that story next followed by my other neglected stories.
Also, I passed boards so let's just say I am in a giving mood.
Enjoy.
Until Next time,
Muse xOxO
Previously:
The door opens and locks with a click.
A cool chill creeps down her spine as their eyes lock on one another in the mirror.
"This is the lady's bathroom."
He walks behind Olivia, inhaling her sweet fragrance "I have a proposition."
Intrigued, Olivia looks at Fitz, curious about this proposition. "what?"
"You. For one night."
"I don't do that." Olivia refuses
"I wouldn't pay." looking at Olivia through the mirror "this is free, Olivia."
"I don't sleep with strange men."
"You wouldn't be sleeping." Fitz promises
"And what if I don't want to have sex with you?"
"Then you don't, but you want it. I know you do." He views her up and down watching as she battles whatever demons she's trying to wrestle. It takes every bit of self-control to not pull her thong to the side and feel for himself how wet she is.
"Olivia..."
"one condition."
"What?"
"I want more than one night, but days…until I'm satisfied."
"What makes you think, I'll still be interested?"
"Because if you aren't someone else is."
His eyes menace at the someone she's referring to.
"Done." He agrees walking out of the bathroom.
"Olivia"
"What?"
"I'm looking forward to seeing more of you." He takes one final look at Olivia before closing the door.
"Oh, the pleasure will be all mine," Olivia whispers to herself with a coy smile she can't contain.
Checkmate.
X
"You are making a grave mistake, Olivia," Abby warns as she watches her friend move around in the locker room.
"Why?"
"You can't be serious?"
"I am."
She stares at her bewildered. Shocked. This is their captain. Their command. "Liv. This man is a notorious gang member, and we aren't talking about our little thugs here in America. This man's power is international, this is an international mob leader. He won't think for one second to spare your life. And if something happens to you, how can I get to you? How can I save you? This is stupid."
"I'm not stupid. He's interested."
"Because you are the first person to challenge him in years. The notoriety of it all will pass, and he will grow bored and soon dismiss you."
"I never turn down a challenge, Abby. I never give up. Quitting is not part of my vocabulary."
"But death will be on your plot."
Olivia rolls her eyes, she can admit that she is being irrational but her gut tells her something is growing, cooking within Fitz's army and she wants to know more. "look Abby, I know you care for me, and I appreciate you, and I promise I'm not going to do anything stupid."
"So you sleep with him, and he dismisses you then what?"
"He won't grow tired of me that quickly. And all I need is one night." Grabbing the rest of her belongings she ties her gun around her ankle.
"Be careful," she warns
"Wish me good luck."
The club was already vacant, the cleaning crew had already begun the cleaning process. She walks outside the club, zipping her jacket as she encounters the surprisingly cool breeze.
The door to the all-black escalade opens and Fitz emerges from the SUV, dapper as ever. He's been waiting for her.
"Did I keep you waiting?" she asked shocked, she thought he was gone after their dance.
"I don't mind waiting for you, Olivia." with the door open Olivia looks inside the SUV; she sees only two security guards in the front row. Taking a quick look at her surroundings she turns around to find Abby staring at her in fear.
With a small smile, she turns away from Abby into the waiting SUV with Fitz following close behind.
Abby, can't describe the encounter but it was her first time seeing Fitz up close and his presence is as alarming as she imagined. Whatever Olivia has planned she prays her captain is able to make it back and tell the story.
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"Who was that?"
"My friend," Olivia answers softly, somehow nervous and leary of her predicament.
"Change of heart?" he turns to face Olivia.
"No." Olivia answers but her voice wavers and Fitz catches the change.
They drive in silence. But Olivia takes note of the area, the gated community, his personal mansion deep inside the Malibu community. She's shocked that someone like him would opt for something so open as Malibu but she supposes that perhaps that may be the point. There are two following SUVs, Olivia assumes they are security, considering he's the so called Russian prince, Fitz can't have enough protection around him. knows
The house is beautiful. Extragavent, it's everything she imagined it to be. Modern, technology advances. The house greets him as he walks in and the foyer itself is beautiful. Olivia smiles to herself at the stolen art pieces in his house.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. It's very familiar. I just can't put my name on it."
"It's called "The Concert" by Johannes Vermeer," Fitz answers behind Olivia, also marveling at the painting.
"This must have cost you a fortune."
"It was stolen decades ago," Fitz answers honestly walking away.
Olivia is shocked by his candor, she knows Fitz does not enjoy talking, at least not with her but she can see his effort in trying to comfort her, to ease her worries and fears. Perhaps he wants her to stay more than he puts on.
With the marble countertops, the large custom floors, and cabinets his kitchen somehow is a work of art. It's impeccably clean, as though it should be on the front page of the architectural digest.
"What's your poison?" he offers
"Wine, but I think I need something stronger." Olivia smiles nervously, rubbing her hair back from covering her face. This pretense of being scared and nervous comes easy to her. She's played this role before.
Without a word, he pours a large amount of scotch for both him and Olivia.
She doesn't generally care for brown liquor but to her surprise, the liquor of choice is smooth, delicate, she can taste the woody spice on her tongue. It's not overwhelming on the palate.
After they finish their respective drinks, Fitz guides Olivia downstairs never touching her as he leads her to his basement.
She laughs at the underground club, there's a DJ booth, several sitting areas, and of course several stripper poles.
"You have to be kidding me?" she laughs incredulously
"I want a private dance." Fitz moves to sit down on the sofa, staring at Olivia.
"You get those already."
"Not like this." His eyes catch hers and she knows what he is referring to. She's silent once again.
"I'm off the clock. Remember. I'm not getting paid."
"Yes. This is free." He reminds her.
"What do I get out of this?"
His eyes lift in piqued curiosity "what do you propose?"
She shrugs her shoulders "I'm not sure yet."
"When you find what it is you want, let me know. Until then, I would like what I want now."
"What is it that you want?" She ask delicately soft
"You. I want all of you, Olivia . But until I can have it. I would like a dance for my pleasure."
Olivia stares at him, he can't possibly expect her to dance without music.
"There's no music."
Fitz smiles softly reaching inside the sofa he grabs a remote and the music turns on and the club is lit for the party of two. With the liquor in her system, Olivia opts to let loose a little however she's mindful of the cameras at every corner of this house and this room.
Olivia smiles to herself, so this is how he blackmails people.
She's caught off guard by his request. This wasn't how their night was supposed to go, she wasn't supposed to be dancing again. She's not even dressed in the proper attire. Normally at the club, she's ready, she's prepared, this time though. It feels personal. Real.
Dressed in her blue jeans and black shirt she begins dancing around the pole, watching as Fitz lights his cigar and takes a deep puff. He's relaxed too.
He watched her slide across the stage towards her pole with all the grace and beauty of a venomous spider. No, he takes that back. She's a snake. Seductive, alluring, majestic.
Lethal.
The way her hips sway side to side, slowing placing him in a trance by her rhythmic movements.
He's well aware that if he gets too close to the beauty she will attack him, releasing her toxic venom inside his bloodstream. Paralyzing him.
She smiles coyly at him as she hoists herself onto the pole.
Oh, she's intoxicating . But there are far worse ways to go.
There's something about Olivia that intrigues him. She's the perfect mix of subtle and confident. And she's aware of her beauty and her power of seduction, a woman who knows her worth and power is a woman that can rule the world.
He lets out a large puff of smoke, the fog disrupting his view of her for a second but she comes back to focus.
Clear as ever.
She's teasing him.
Purposely toying with him to draw a reaction.
If a reaction is what she wants, he'll give it to her.
He rises from his chair, intrigued to see Olivia up close and personal.
He steps onto the stage, examining Olivia closely, intimately. Her perfectly sculpted back and arms, she's quite small. He never really noticed it until now. Her ego makes up for her small stature.
"You're not supposed to be up here." Olivia stops dancing, alarmed by his growing presence.
"I just wanted to view you closely… to observe you" his voice is so alluring and deep. Olivia feels compelled by him. As though he could tell her a bedtime story and with the same breath control her by his commanding voice.
It's a gift.
"And…" she stares at him, waiting for his judgment.
"I want more." He answers simply
"How much?" she offers her breath trembling softly as he moves in closer to her.
His eyes travel over her, warming her from her face to the soles of her feet. She squirms uncomfortably for a second, her breathing turning laborious.
"How much?" she says again but this time as a whisper.
The air thickens with sexual tension and energy. And Olivia finds herself becoming lightheaded at the subtle exchange.
Fitz moves in closer, his nose grazing her neck." All." He lets an audible sigh as he inhales her heavenly fragrance, with his lips to her ear he whispers " Take off your clothes."
She squirms at the request. She's taken aback. It wasn't a request. It was a demand.
Her eyes grow in size. Her breathing becomes shallower.
She takes off her shirt, thankful that she shaved, and decided to wear a matching set.
He admires Olivia's breast in the tight bra, pleased by the crème color contrasting against her skin. Olivia begins unbuttoning her pants but then she remembers her gun.
"What's wrong?" he senses her hesitancy
"If you're going to fuck me I rather we just go to the bedroom and get it over."
Fitz smiles sinisterly at her "what makes you think it would be over so quickly?"
"You just seem quick." Olivia toys with him as she begins spinning around the pole, anything to distract him from reaching inside her pants.
He pins Olivia to the pole once she managed to stop spinning. Pressing his engorged member into her stomach. He grabs her face "you haven't been fucked by a real man. And it shows. I'll give you ecstasy but it won't be from a pill." He whispers in her ear. He can feel her heat, she wants him as much as he wants her.
Olivia's eyes flicker at his words, her eyes darkening with every word that comes out of his mouth. How is it possible that she wants him more than she wanted anyone? Unknowingly Olivia finds herself grinding against him, feeling his stiff cock massage her clit.
Drunkenly he pulls her pants down before she could think. He freezes at her gun, staring at her before unwrapping the strap and throwing the gun on the floor absentmindedly.
It would take a lot more than a gun to scare a man like him away.
He kisses her cunt through her panties and Olivia nearly dies at the touch. His lips are surprisingly soft, he's skilled in the art of cunningness. How with just the soft kiss from his lips he sends her to stars.
"You're so fucking wet." He growls with pleasure as he licks Olivia through her panties. Enjoying the feeling too much she climbs up on the pole needing the separation.
Every time she thinks she has him under her spell, he does something to bind her to him. She's been playing the game of being the coy girl, and he's fallen for it until now. Now, he sees her. She's not scared, or nervous. She's ready.
He licks his lips as he watches her spin and twirl on the pole away from his grasp.
Fitz touches his moist lips, eyeing the clear dew on his fingers.
He waits for her to get tired. But he doesn't mind the show.
She hooks one leg around the pole and spins all the way around for him, hanging off and letting her body glide with its momentum.
She's talented.
Truly.
The tips of her hair graze the floor before she sweeps herself back up against the pole only to be stopped by his arms. He picks her up effortlessly, he's had enough of the games.
"inpatient?" she offers but he refuses to talk anymore.
She squirms on his lap.
Their eyes are locked on each other, Fitz says nothing but he burns. His stare is so blistering that Olivia has to turn away, staying too close to the sun is never good. With her back facing him, she feels more secure.
She gyrates on his lap, her hands roaming all over her body. Knowing he wishes to be the one touching her.
"I hope you don't mind?"
"Not all." His fingers graze up her thigh
She tenses at the feel of his cool hands on her burning body.
"Keep dancing." He demands as he continues his exploration of her body, marveling at the softness he finds in between her thighs.
"Has it been a long time since you've been fucked, Olivia?"
She doesn't answer. How can she when he was clearly toying with her the same way she's been teasing him?
"That long." He acknowledges as though she answered the question.
"I- I" Her voice breaks along with the character she's constructed, when he slides his finger across the wet center perched above the valley between her thighs. He smiles to himself, he knows it won't take much to tip her off.
"Hmmm" he murmurs as though in deep concentration as he continues massaging her through her underwear. The thong was nearly engulfed in her thick substance.
"Do you like what you are feeling?" Olivia manages to ask with as much strength as she can muster.
"Very much so." He answers seductively as he continues playing Olivia.
With the flick of his wrist, he rips her thong. Her eyes jolt open, her breathing heavy, she's nervous.
"Shhh" He calms her nerves. Her eyes clench as she allows him to touch her. He grips her neck as he pushes her back against him. He places a finger under her chin, raising it to look at him. This time she doesn't flinch and his eyes glow with satisfaction.
She's so close to him that she can smell the alcohol on his breath, the remnants of his cigar. The deep circles under his eyes. Regardless none of those imperfections took away from him, he's by far the most beautiful man she's ever encountered.
He palms one lacy bra cup, enjoying the feel of her breast under his palm when it spills out of its confinement. It fits perfectly between his fingers as he touches her, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She stifles a moan. Refusing him the pleasure of hearing her cries.
He knows this much. Olivia will not break easily, and he would expect nothing less from her. At first, his touching of her was to drive her mad but it appears to have done the opposite. He can't seem to fathom the smoothness of her body, her enchanting scent. She's completely bewitched him.
He massages her thigh before going inside the sacred valley. She grips his hand. Her eyes large and luminous, she's scared.
He cradles her face with one hand as his other hand with her still forceful grip begins the journey inside. Slipping his fingers past her outer lips, he finds her clit with his thumb. She coats him with her honey then traps his hand between her thighs as she closes them together.
"Leave them open." He commands and like the Venus flytrap her legs open once again.
Her mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out, her throat is incredibly dry.
Her eyes flicker at the contact. It feels too good. And It's been far too long.
"Look at me." He commands and she does as she is told.
Up close she can see his long eyelash, his glossed lips. He is frightening. But she wonders if the cosmic pull towards him is madness or something more? They look at one another, observing the intimate mannerisms hidden inside.
Her body flushes at his gaze, heaving for oxygen that he's depriving her of.
His hand falls down to her throat, feeling the soft pulsation through his palm, she elongates her neck for him, inviting him to take from her what she pleases.
He grips her neck as he continues massaging her with his other hand. She doesn't scream or jump at the contact.
She welcomes it.
She welcomes him.
There's a rush rapacious desire in consuming her. To observe the poised dancer submit to him. He slips a finger past her entrance.
Olivia's eyes jump in shock as she looks up at him, the second he touched her she felt her body become alive. The pleasure she feels; the blood leaving her lower extremities and traveling to her chest and head-leaving her feeling breathless and flush.
"Fitz," she murmurs breathlessly.
"Mmm." He moans in satisfaction. She feels amazing, tight, and deliciously warm. He was right all along, she is heaven.
"Do I feel good?"
"Yes." He admits adding a second finger inside her.
She starts to move against him as he quickens his pace, she's close, she threads her fingers through his hair, and his thumb begins a rhythmic tap.
She's struggling not to whimper, to not call out his name as he brings her to climax. But, it feels so good. He feels so good inside her.
She bites her lip as she maintains eye contact with him.
"Are you going to cum?" he whispers in Olivia's ear feeling her walls tighten around him.
She nods drunkenly, her hand gripping his head.
A large knock comes from upstairs before the men from his security emerge. Out of breath and fear etched on their face.
She didn't see the gun but she heard it behind her.
The euphoric feeling vanishes instantaneously. A sense of doom spreading over her.
"Turn around." He growls with such anger that Olivia immediately tries to get up and move towards her gun but his grip on her is so tight she's frozen.
He gives her a quick tap on her thigh to soothe her worries.
"Did you see her?" he asked them as they stare at the wall, his gun pointed between the two. Daring them to say the truth.
"No." the men say in unison, their thick Russian accent coming out.
"Why are you interrupting my alone time?" he asks the men with Olivia still in his arms. " I don't like being disturbed when I eat."
"We have unfortunate news, that must be addressed now." One man answers
Fitz looks between his two men and turns his sights on a nervous but not entirely shocked Olivia.
He stands up and Olivia quickly catches the hint. " can I come?" she offers
He stares at her incredulously "why?"
She shrugs her shoulders "it's not fair to leave a girl like that…or a man." Her eyes drop to his incredibly hard cock. She can see the stain on his pants, he's ready for her.
Fitz moves in closer to Olivia, thinking about bringing her with him. He could fuck her in the car. That would be fun, and Olivia doesn't appear to be a person who likes to run away from danger. She enjoys it.
"You want to come with me as I handle business?"
"Yes." She answers staring up at him, fixing her bra but never hiding from him. What is there to be ashamed of?
"You handle them, and I'll handle you." She offers
Fitz licks his lips, at the thought of Olivia. he takes a saturated finger into his mouth. She does taste sweet. He offers her a finger and without hesitation, she sucks his finger in her mouth. Tasting her own essences on his digit.
"I'll give you something bigger to suck." He promises Olivia
"Or I'll give you something to lick." She retorts with a smile.
Fitz smiles at her cheekily.
He hands Olivia her gun " you have access to the entire house, I have round-the-clock security. But always keep your gun close. I have many enemies." He warns her.
"Why?"
He doesn't answer her question. He retrieves several guns from his concealed areas around the club hooking both guns to the holster on his suspenders before covering them with his jacket.
He walks out with his men without saying another word.
But he turns to Olivia one last time before closing the door.
After a couple of minutes.
Olivia smiles to herself.
More than pleased with her team's divergence in pushing Fitz away from his personal manor.
She got lucky. They got lucky by blocking a shipment of weapons.
Operation Tango is a go.
With one text from Huck, he begins working on breaking Fitz's security system and looping the cameras.
Olivia stays in the club, spinning around the pole unceremoniously until her phone lights up with the text message she's been waiting for.
"Thirty minutes."
With a smile, Olivia gets to work.
She was able to escape Fitz this time, but she knows when he returns he'll be ready for her and she will be waiting for him.