Well, it's been a minute since I've posted. Hope you all are doing well and staying safe. New chapter, not proofread, but wanted you all to have it now.
Until Next time,
Muse
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"Fitz, is the king of the 'Thieves in law', under his leadership he is going to bring not just America down but the world."
"Olivia…I think it's time for you to go in hiding." Harrison answers after a moment of silence on the phone.
It dawns on Olivia finally, what she has done. The Thieves in Law, are not some typical mafia. They are international, with members in both China, Austria, Europe, to even America. His power is not underground, but above. Hotels, banks, public relations agency, real-estate, all of these corporations and agencies fall under his command and control.
"It's too late for me to hide now." Olivia answers softly as she looks outside her window to find a black escalade sitting a block away facing her apartment. "That's why Cyrus called him the boogeyman…" Olivia whisper to herself.
"What?"
"Everyone listen, the plan is still operating. We have to continue investigating. Once Huck unlocks this thumb drive we should have more information on his plan. You all be ready for when I give you a sign. Until then we lay low."
"What about you?" Quinn ask
"I'll be fine." Olivia offers though no one in the group is assured of her safety.
Olivia hangs up the phone. She looks at the last bit of information she chose not to disclose to the group. Like that Fitz has a faint scar on his left eyebrow, that his front chest is covered with past scars that looked both deep and painful. Or the most important tidbit she failed to disclose to her team. On both of his knees lies a large star, symbolizing his refusal to bend the knee for anyone. Yet, he kneeled for Olivia as he removed her underwear. Perhaps the gesture was only for one purpose, but Olivia feels that message was intentional not for her, but for him.
Though she knows she will most likely die due to this mission, she finds herself still with more questions than answers.
Picking up his picture from the board she looks at Fitz. Conflicted by her connection to him. And the fear of being exposed. The pain and torture he will make her suffer through her betrayal.
A chill crawls down her spine at the thought.
Whatever she does, she has to be ready for him.
Looking at the black Escalade one last time. Olivia walks to the bathroom.
If Fitz thinks he's chasing Olivia, he has another thing coming.
Ready or not, here she comes.
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She manages to escape from his men undetected. What she assumes to be his men. She's not entirely sure. Fitz, is a powerful man, easily the most powerful man she's ever encountered. She's dated a few politicians, they all stressed and emphasized their world and pounded their chest in front of her. They wanted to impress her, show that they rule the world and if she likes she too could rule. Fortunately, for her Olivia's never been one to be swayed easily, and not with frivolous so called power.
But Fitz is real power. He doesn't yell when things don't go his way. He's far too cool for that. He doesn't speak with words, but action. If he smiles at you, it's not because he likes you and you made him laugh. Worse. He's smiling because he knows that will be his last time seeing you, and you seeing the world.
He's power, and Olivia can admit that power is intoxicating. To be in his orbit, and watch as the crowd parts for him like the Red Sea.
Olivia clocks the black suburban surveilling her fake apartment. Being undercover means leaving behind your life and creating a new one. And after her last breakup, Olivia was more then happy to break away from her life, and dance for the devil.
The SUV has moved only when she moves, and Olivia can spot surveillance a mile away. The Russians are quite methodical and time-oriented. Olivia knows exactly when they switch teams, and when they are relieved of their duties.
It's not surprising to Olivia that Fitz is interested in her, he is studying her as much as she has been studying him. It's all a game of cat and mouse. Fitz took the first bite and made the first step. But, he's been distant since that night.
Stalking is not the way to pursue her, and if Fitz wants her, he will have to put forth the effort, not his men.
It's been a week and Olivia hasn't heard a peep from him. Which, is understandable considering she doesn't have a phone number or any way to reach him. But, rest assured Fitz can find her wherever she is, and when he's ready for her. That idea, doesn't sit well with Olivia. She's not a whore, not his play thing when he's bored or lonely. She has feelings despite her pretense.
"This is everything."
"Are you sure?" Huck looks through the folders Olivia handed him
"Yeah. My apartment is wiped clean. Give this to the group."
"Are you safe with him?"
"Of course not." Olivia laughs "I'm playing a dangerous game with a very powerful man."
"Liv, he's dangerous. He's real trouble. Forget B613- that's a chew toy for him. His men are international. His money is connected to banks, hotels, politicians all around the world."
"I know…"
"If he finds out who you are…."
"I know…" Olivia folds her arms scared at the thought of Fitz finding out and killing her. Cause he will kill her. But she's too far in to get out, not alive.
"Here's your phone. Be safe. Call me when you have time. I'm up always."
Olivia hugs Huck tightly. No one will ever understand her love for Huck, he claims she saved him. But it was him that saved her all those years ago. Huck, is her most loyal companion.
She eyes the parked SUV. Everywhere she goes the suburban follows her. It's been a week and they have yet to move away from her. His puppies following her, pisses her off more then anything. It's her lack of privacy, that aggravates her. Fitz, being incapable of feelings doesn't mean he responds by having her followed and tagged.
He wants her.
She knows that.
Men want to fuck her, women want to be her. It's not arrogance but a fact. Her sensuality is a part of her armor. For Fitz to ignore her. Has left Olivia with a bruised ego though she will never admit it. She'll make him regret it, not for the sake of the mission but her pride.
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She walks into the manor.
The energy in the room is electric. The drinks are endless, the men are bountiful. If Fitz wasn't going to come on his own will, she will make him.
Summoning him will most likely bite her in the ass. But, Olivia is mad and bored. She needs the excitement. The whisper of a thrill.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Cyrus screeches running towards Olivia, with Abby walking close behind him. Shocked by her Presence. Olivia has been quiet, and to her knowledge, she was not on the schedule to work. She assumed Fitz had Olivia removed from the schedule but to her surprise and shock, Olivia is here.
And ready to start trouble.
Olivia's style has been questionable at times. Her approach can feel unconstructively, but she always manages to get the win which has made her record undefeatable. But, Abby feels Olivia has bitten off more than she can chew. She's seen a side of her boss that she's unsure of. She knows Olivia will do the right thing, she just worries that Olivia's affinity to danger will disrupt the balance.
"You need to leave!"
"I'm not leaving." Cyrus reaches to grab Olivia's arm but she blocks his touch.
"If you touch me. I'll tell Fitz." With fear in his eyes, Cyrus walks away from Olivia.
Women throw themselves at Fitz, all the time. It's rather sad honestly but Olivia is different. Fitz didn't care for those women, but Olivia has a power over him he's never seen before.
He tried warning the girl about Fitz, but if she wants him. He'll be glad to give him to her.
"You're with Fitz?" Jake asked
"I'm not with him now."
She was shocked to find jake at the manor. Even more, surprised that he was talking to her "what are you doing here?" waiting for me?" Olivia jokes
"I have…and to warn you."
"What?"
Reaching for Olivia's hand, he takes her to a small area in the club.
"You need to leave, Fitz alone."
"Why?"
"He's a bad man, Olivia."
"How? What makes him bad?"
"Olivia, he's the leader of one of the biggest gangs."
"Aren't you?" Olivia asks jake considering she sees him with Fitz often.
"I am. I'm high rank but Fitz is the highest. He's the ultimate apex predator."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you can still leave."
"Jake, you are making it seem like Fitz is a monster. Aren't you both from the same coin?"
"Fitz and I have a history. He can't kill me… he wants to, but killing me would ….it would cause a massive domino effect."
"Why can't he kill you?"
"I'm powerful too….just not that powerful. Yet."
Her head is swarming, Jake's presence. His warning. It's all too much, yet not enough.
"Jake, what do you want from me?"
"Olivia, what do you want from me?" He walks closer to Olivia, pinning her in a corner of the manor. No one would dare interfere with jake, after all, he is as powerful as Fitz.
"Jake…" Olivia licks her lips trying to figure out a way to escape from Jake's grasp.
He caresses her cheek " you've been playing a dangerous game. Creating jealously and distorting the once balanced play in the circle. You've caused Fitz to grow even more threatening…and yet…" he looks Olivia up and down, admiring her baby blue thong. Wanting desperately to rip the thin material and see what's hidden underneath. "I'll fight Fitz if it means I can have you."
Olivia smiles at Jake, she's flattered by his words. It's not as if she's receiving these pleasurable words from Fitz. She received a few orgasms from Fitz, powerful, effective but fleeting. He gives her no words, no signs of appreciation. It's his lack of intimacy that has Olivia at the manor ready to start a war with him.
"Fitz will kill you," Olivia warns Jake.
"He can't…" jake promises "just say the word, and I'll protect you from him."
"You can't protect me from him," Olivia answers honestly. She's accepted that her life now will forever be entwined with Fitz. A thought she never actually questioned until it happened.
"Olivia…I want you too…"
Olivia rubs her hand down Jake's chest before sliding between him and the wall and moving away. She offers no words of encouragement, she already disrupted the balance between friends, and if the two put were to put their heads together, it would be much easier to get rid of her versus absolving whatever agreement they have.
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She downs her third shot of scotch. Abby looks at her from her table with concern, there's nothing worse than being helpless and not being able to help. Intervening will cause more problems she feels, and Olivia wouldn't approve.
Olivia sighs painfully, her guards found her which meant so did Fitz.
She summons Cyrus to her at the bar, while Jake moves towards her. Jake, can't take a hint, and Fitz walking in on them talking will start a war she's not quite ready to ignite. Jake, must know Fitz is near and wants to mark her as his now.
"Cyrus, is Fitz coming?"
"The bogeyman?" Cyrus laughs "you stupid girl…" Cyrus shakes his head to stop from screaming. Ever since Olivia walked into his club, his entire universe has managed to fall apart. His perfect student has begun to rebel, and worse he's forging with a commoner. "Yes, he's coming for you…and you'll regret summoning him."
A chill runs down her spine. Reaching over the bar she pours another shot and drowns it quickly.
"Olivia…" Jake walks to her rubbing her arm in a comforting measure as he soothes her goosebumps. "is Cyrus bothering you?"
"You aren't Fitz, Jake…I take orders from the boss, not the servant…" Cyrus answers walking away with Jake's ego.
There's silent commotion. No one is screaming, no one is running, but the air suddenly becomes colder, the tension thick and suffocating. Olivia turns to the door to find Fitz staring directly at her with such an unknown expression that Olivia isn't sure if he's going to kill her or fuck her… he might do both.
Olivia walks away from Jake, who grabs her hand. She looks at Fitz who's expression is unreadable. He walks towards Olivia at the bar, ignoring the people attempting to talk to him. But she won't let him get close enough to her, because Olivia knows if Fitz touches her she's done.
With six-inch heels, she struts to the center stage. The lights around the club darken with only the lights around her stage lit. Olivia is the main show.
She catches Cyrus attempting to run to the stage to stop her, but Fitz only lifts his hand, and he halts.
Fitz wants the show, he wants the entertainment. Sitting at the bar, he's facing the stage with all of his attention directed at her.
She turns to her left to find Abby watching her from her table, she turns to her right and sees Jake sitting at the front of the stage.
This was it.
She wanted Fitz, and now she has him momentarily. She wanted his attention, and now she has the entire room watching her.
The deep beat starts and Olivia marvels at her heartbeat beating in congruence with the sound.
She struts to the pole, does a few walks around the cold metal before spinning around it effortlessly. She's gotten surprisingly well at pole dancing. High up top, she ties her legs around the pole as her torso turns around the pole. Dollars cover her, but she doesn't pay any attention to it.
Her hips gyrate around the stage, she stops for a second to find Fitz devoted to her show. Daring him closer, she reaches her arm out to him as her hands cover her body.
He doesn't move.
Falling on her knees, Olivia rocks her hips as she dances on the floor. On her stomach, she throws her ass in the air, as she rocks her hips in an enticing move. Still, he doesn't move. Feeling bold, she crawls to the end of the stage, to a waiting Jake smiling up at her. Looking at Fitz one last time, she straddles Jake and begins circling on his engorged cock as he grips her ass more than pleased with Olivia's action.
What happened after the dance is a blur. There's commotion then there's silence. Somehow Fitz is carrying her out of the club, his nails digging in her skin.
"Hey! We want the girl!" A drunk man yells after Fitz. Pushing to set Olivia free.
Without batting an eye he kicks him perfectly in his abdominal cavity, stepping over the drunk without missing a step or stride.
"Let go of me!" Olivia hisses kicking to be let loose, but he only grips her harder as he storms through the club with Jake fighting to get to Olivia.
Olivia thought he would take her to their room, but Fitz moves to the exit instead where she finds several waiting cars, all parked illegally.
"Fitz, what you are doing?" Olivia whispers scared, as she fights to be freed. "Fitz, let me go!" using her police training she manages to be freed from his grasp but he corners her between him and the SUV.
"I don't forgive you, Fitz!" Olivia shouts deciding to turn the tables on him. "you don't get to treat me like some whore on the street and be angry with me!" Olivia shouts at him pushing him away from her. A tear manages to escape from her eyes; he attempts to touch the wet material only to be slapped away.
He opens the door into the SUV and pushes Olivia inside. He hands Olivia his jacket which she throws on the floor in defiance. He bites his lip in frustration but decides not to say anything. Clearly Olivia isn't intimidated by his gun holster Filled with guns that can kill her at any second.
"Now, you want to be nice to me? Like you care about me?" Olivia chuckles sarcastically, she turns away from him. She's freezing. She wasn't able to get her clothes, and now she regrets her irrational actions. She's vulnerable like this, physically and emotionally bare for this lion to do what he pleases with her.
"Fitz, I need to get my clothes." She attempts to open the door but she's unable. She stuck inside.
"Fitz, I want my stuff!" Olivia turns to him but this time he decides to ignore her. He turns the ac on full blast punishing her in his twisted way. Watching Olivia shake and her nipples grow harder pleases him greatly. Some sick satisfaction in punishing her.
"I hate you." Olivia seethes with anger "where are you taking me? Going to kill me? Rape me?"
For the first time today, Fitz turns to Olivia with a look of disgust. And automatically she feels ashamed for thinking of him in such a low manner.
With the two of them away from the job inside the club, Olivia wonders why they have not yet left, and what Fitz has planned.
After five minutes, Jake walks out with Fitz's men surrounding him.
Instantly Fitz walks out of the car with his men opening the door for him. Olivia rolls the window down slightly. Not noticeable for Fitz to hear, but just enough for her to hear the fight.
"Fitz…you need to let Olivia decide who…"
Jake, wasn't able to finish his thought. He falls to his knees after Fitz punches him squarely in the stomach.
"I told you not to touch her!" Fitz yells in Russian
"I want her too! And she wants-"Jake yells back in Russian.
Fitz kicks him in the face, watching as Jake's blood spills on the floor.
"You defy your king's orders! " Fitz punches Jake "you are trying to steal my girl" he punches him again. " and you are trying to overthrow your king." He knees him in the face.
"You can't kill me…" Jake warns
Fitz pushes his hair back, "that is true." Fitz admits his anger resolving, and his American accent returning "but I will beat you…and…" he snaps his fingers and his men hold Jake to the floor. reaching for his gold-encrusted pocketknife Fitz cuts a finger off as Jake dames Fitz in Russian. He doesn't scream, that's not the code of a Russian man. But he moans as he covers his hand.
"next time you, touch mine. It won't be a finger…"
"You shouldn't have touched me."
"I was just in my actions." Fitz wipes the blood off his knife on Jake's face. "you defied a direct order. I was generous not to kill you, as death is an appropriate action. But if you come close to Olivia again. I won't be so forgiving."
Quickly, Olivia rolls up the cracked window and moves to her side, wearing Fitz's jacket now.
Fitz turns to Olivia with a smile. "Did you like the show?"
"No…it scared me."
Fitz looks at Olivia, her encrusted blue bra sparkles under the street's lights leaving her with a glow. " you aren't scared, if you were you wouldn't act so boldly for my attention."
"Or maybe I have to behave badly to keep your attention."
Fitz smiles softly as they leave the club leaving bleeding jake at the doors of the club.
"you don't have to work so hard to keep my attention, Lavina. You are mine, now. Forever."
"I didn't sign up for that."
"You did," Fitz answers as he closes his eyes and enjoys the ride.
"I want my stuff, Fitz," Olivia answers as they drive in silence. But he doesn't answer.
They stop again at some abandoned warehouse.
"Fitz what are you doing? You aren't going to kill me? Fitz!" Olivia yells but Fitz still refuses to answer. Never, has Olivia been more frightened than right now at this very moment. This is what Abby meant when she said, she was playing with fire not expecting to get burned. Of course, Fitz wants to kill her. She's creating too much chaos and drama in his once well-run operation. He can't kill Jake, but he can kill her.
His driver opens the door and Fitz walks out leaving the door open for Olivia.
"Get out"
Olivia eyes the driver's seat.
"He has the keys, get out of the car."
"So you can kill me?"
"Get out of the car, now."
"No. I would like to live."
"Get out of the car, now Olivia!" Fitz yells for the first time at her.
Olivia quickly exits the car but leaves the door open. Fitz pulls out his gun from his holster as he watches several tied blindfolded men come to him and kneel at his feet.
"You had a job." Fitz talks to them in Russian. "What was the job?"
"To watch the girl." The three men answer in Russian. Olivia's heart manages to skip a beat.
"And did you?"
"We failed you, Commander."
"She should have never been able to escape from several highly trained men, yet she did…what does that tell me."
"We've surveillance her closely, she's very well at hiding."
"Or you are not good at your job."
"Please Commander, it will not happen again."
"it won't happen again," Fitz promises shooting the three men execution-style. Olivia jumps in shock and fear.
Fitz hands the gun to his men as he looks at Olivia. If he wanted Olivia to see him, and heed his warning, she gladly understands now.
"Let this be a lesson to you, Lavina…those men died because of you…their blood is on your hands now…."
"I didn't know…"
"You did….and if you did not…then you do now."
He opens the door for Olivia, as they get inside the SUV and leave once again.
"Why did you kill them? Why did you hurt Jake?"
"I killed them because they failed at their mission. I don't have men around who can't keep me safe. Jake, was punished for defying me and my orders."
Olivia doesn't answer for a second. She's digesting every word that comes out of his mouth. He's managed to overwhelm her yet leave her utterly speechless.
"Why am I their mission?"
He looks out the window. He's had enough sharing for today.
"Fitz…"
"Do you want Jake?"
"No." Olivia answers quickly, she doesn't want Jake. Even though he is the easier target, she wants Fitz.
The ride is filled with silence.
"You like antagonizing me," Fitz smirks to himself as he looks out the window.
"Maybe," Olivia answers honestly. "I tend to hurt people who hurt me."
Fitz smiles at the answers. It's something he would do or has done in the past. Never, one to be the bigger person he prefers vengeance. Nothing is sweeter then watching those who've wronged him. There is a thin line between forgiveness and revenge, and with his line of work he will fade young then live to be an old man.
"You remind me of myself."
"An asshole?"
Fitz licks his lips hiding the smirk at her sweet rhetoric. "I never turn the other cheeks. Regardless of the outcome ."
"Fitz, what do you want with me?"
Fitz doesn't answer. But Olivia already knows the answer.
They drive back to his place, unlike before, her nerves are heightened and sense acutely accurate. His home is magnificent. They drive into his underground parking garage, and Olivia feels as though she's stepping into a James bond movie.
Everything about this place feels regal. The air is crisper, the clouds clearer. Wearing his large jacket that drapes over her body she walks inside his modern mansion sitting on an exclusive area of Malibu beach.
He walks to his bedroom facing the ocean.
"Take off your clothes." He commands never once turning around from the window.
"No."
"Olivia…"
"I don't understand why you think I want you to touch me after the way you treated me?"
His ocean eyes meet hers, and Olivia can see Fitz's struggle.
"I should kill you. If you were anyone else….you would be dead. No one backtalks me. There's no leniency with my orders." He walks to Olivia caressing her cheek that is so rich and smooth. "Your calculating and your intentions aren't of purity."
Olivia offers no objection, his assessment is accurate.
He removed his jacket, showing his holster filled with guns. One by one he unbuttons his shirt.
"You are disruptive and creating chaos within my firm." He throws his holster on the bed absentmindedly never taking his eyes off Olivia.
Somehow he finds her pinned between the wall and him. "You fucked me, and I'm supposed to obey you? You can find me whenever you're bored or horny and that doesn't work for me." Olivia glares at him, her eyes streaming with pent-up anger and frustration. My god does he look delicious, wearing only his dressed pants and his thick member pressing into Olivia, she squirms at the contact.
"What works for your, Lavina." He pushes her hair behind her ear. Knowing exactly how to effectively disarm her.
"You talk to me. You don't treat me just like a whore on the street." Olivia's head falls.
Using his index finger he forces Olivia to make eye contact with him. He guides Olivia to his massive black marble bathroom.
Activating the shower he guides Olivia inside while he removes the rest of the clothes.
Never, has Olivia felt more seen yet vulnerable at the same time. But, oddly though she finds comfort in Fitz's nudity as well. Cloaked in their sins and lies there's a sense of peace in their togetherness. He won't say those two words that she wishes to hear. But his actions express his regret.
Grabbing his washcloth, he lathers the cloth with soap and gently washes Olivia. He starts at the top and works his way down. He avoids her trigger points, which was harder than he would ever admit.
Her supple soap sud breast dares him to consume her. To suck from her teet like a baby in grave need of thirst.
And he is parched once again.
Just like the last time he had her. taking from Olivia did not quench his thirst but ignited it.
He removed her from his thoughts, because for the first time in his life. He had desires and wants. For a man who's never wanted anything, he felt an unholy connection to Olivia. She can and will torment him, and he will do nothing but give in to her demands like a love-sick puppy.
Like any man, he withdrew from her. Connections, of any kind, are a distraction regardless of reciprocity. A distraction is still a distraction, even one as beautiful as Olivia. Daily, reports we're submitted about Olivia's whereabouts and locations. His daily briefing eased the desire but not Entirely. The pictures helped, but not enough. No, he needed to see her in person. He needs to feel her soft skin pressed against his scared one. But wants, are simply wants and not a necessity.
It was his men losing Olivia that reminded him, he never allows boys to do a man's job.
Her whimpers break him from his reverie.
He falls to his knees. Sure, his tattoos symbolize his unwillingness to bend the knee for anyone but alone with her, he submits to his carnivore desires. Consumption is the closest thing to fulfillment he will ever experience.
He wipes her feet followed by her legs. Those men at the club touched her, objectified her, Olivia sitting on Jake's lap caused such blind rage, he wanted to kill him and her. If she wasn't special to him, he would have.
He scrubs her legs, her body is raw. It's not that he doesn't expect her to have a past. However, those in the past don't matter. It's the present that frustrates him.
The phenomenon that is infatuation leaves him spellbound. His kindred flame, Olivia is a spark of magic. Challenges him when others kneel. Fights him when others would run. She's a breath of fresh air. A puzzle that he's desperate to complete.
There's eye connect under the condensation. She provides no words or touches of encouragement. That's his girl. His absolution must come from her release.
Lathering soap on his hands. He massages her cunt. All the while maintaining eye contact. Her eyes flicker at the contact and instinctively she jumps at the cold hands invading her sacred garden. The cool fingers soothing her burning flesh. Gripping the glass she moans loudly. He's a terrific lover. She would never admit it to him, but he's the best she's ever had.
The way his hands wax and wane around her sensitive nub leaves her in a tissuey. Breathless, she grinds her body against his hand.
She's so close to climax.
But he stops.
He wants her attention. And more than ever does he have her complete and undivided attention.
"Fitz" she whimpers wanting the release he's deprived her of for a week.
"Quiet" he demands and her lips remain sealed. Obedient for the first time.
If he knew this was all it took, to keep Olivia compliant, he would have done this long ago.
Clean, he can smell her fragrance again. Dipping his nose into her cunt she jumps at this level of intimacy.
Something tells Olivia to watch. Absent words, they speak telepathically. With her brown doe eyes staring down at him. He grips her hip bone and dives inside her. With a slightly lax tongue, he licks the edges of her lips.
The tentative sip was to judge her taste, he takes another lick and is welcomed by Olivia cursing and gripping his head as she pushes him further inside her.
He chuckles to himself.
Never one to please a woman, this experience is foreign to him. But he enjoys the contact. The pleasure that comes with pleasing Olivia. Throwing her leg over his shoulder, he licks and kisses Olivia all the while looking at her dewy eyes sparkle as he sucks her clit.
Rising from his knees, he wipes her bruised wet lips and inserts himself inside her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist. He fucks her against the cool shower wall. The steam is so thick all they can is the outline of their face.
Fitz groans with pleasure. Olivia feels better than before. Her silky cunt tightens around him, warmly greeting.
Her whimpers and moans ignite a surge in Fitz. Throwing her on his bed, she lays on her back on the edge of the bed. On his knees, he enters Olivia. Watching as her eyes close at his invasion inside her sanctified area.
She rubs his ass, pushing him deeper inside her. She claws his back after her earth-shattering orgasm. But he doesn't let up.
By the time he's done with Olivia, she will be one with the bed.
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She awakens from a blissful sleep by a loud sound she can't distinguish. She hasn't slept this sound in such a long time that she feels re-energized. As though she could go on a run with no end in sight.
And she's sore in the most magical way.
Fitz would never say sorry. But the most ruthless mobster on his knees pleased her. Warms her more than he knows. In his ways, Fitz was submitting to Olivia. And Olivia relished the sight and feel of the king on his knees for her.
She wipes the crust out of her eyes. She was in her regular clothes. Fitz grabbed her belongings after all.
This room isn't familiar. Opening the window her spirit left her body. She runs to him, watching him stand up but not move closer to her. She charges him but he grabs her arms quickly to stop her from hurting herself while trying to hurt him.
"How could you!" Olivia screams not giving a damn that his associates were on the plane with him.
Pushing Olivia to the bedroom, he struggles to contain her.
"Lavina…" he knows she would be upset and the progress he made pushed them back to square one.
"Don't!" Olivia shouts "take me home!"
"No" Fitz crosses his arms.
Olivia stares at him. "Where's my stuff!"
Walking to the closet he pulls her duffel bag.
Reaching in the bag she looks for her gun.
"Looking for your gun?"
She pauses her search "did you take it?"
"What would I do with your gun? I have millions of those."
Grabbing her gun she breathes a sigh of relief.
"You aren't going to kill me."
"Don't be so sure of that."
Fitz chuckles reaching to touch Olivia's cheek she turns away from him. Rejecting him.
"You can have your gun, Lavina. It doesn't intimidate me."
"It should," Olivia warns
"If you pulled the trigger you would die as well. When we land my army will be at the airport. They would kill you without you ever stepping a foot off the plane." He walks to the mirror fixing his suit that Olivia wrinkled slightly.
"What do you want" Olivia seethes with anger that she allowed herself to be in this situation.
"You." Fitz lays on the bed. " all I want is you. My sweet Lavina."
Walking in front of him. She stares at him. He's relaxed, even pleased as though he has no fears.
"I don't want you."
"We'll see." He whispers softly
"Why did you take me?" Her gladiators. Her mission. There is no way they can find her. Track her. But then she remembers She has her phone. Thank god for small miracles. But They can't rescue her, there's a small silver lining that at least they will know she's alive and with her target.
"You can't be trusted to behave in my absence. You'll flirt with my enemy. Dance for my partners. And attempt to poison me and get yourself in trouble or killed."
She's surprised he cares this much about her. That he worries about her well-being.
"Are you afraid someone will kill me?"
"Besides me?" He arches his eyebrow and Olivia chuckles at the joke.
"Where are we going?" She settles down. There is no telling how long she will be with him. Alone with him as her only companion, she will need him to keep her alive. She'll make nice for now.
"Italy."
"What's in Italy?"
"A small part of my empire. There's trouble, which means I must go settle the flame. This is a business trip, but I'll find pleasure with you." He touches Olivia's thigh.
Olivia throws his hand away "you're not touching me again. We talked about respect. And kidnapping me is not part of it."
Fitz sighs "if I left you; you'll misbehave for my attention. "
"I don't care about you. I wasn't doing it for attention."
He flips Olivia on her back as he towers over her.
"I won't fuck you," Olivia promises.
Fitz again smiles, caressing her plump lips "I can't wait to have you on your knees."
"You were on your knees first."
A chuckle manages to escape " you want me on my knees again, Lavina?" He unbuttons her pants as Olivia pushes his hands away.
"You are going to be begging me soon. To fuck you." Fitz warns as he stands up and fixes his clothes.
"I won't."
"when that time comes, you are going to be punished, Olivia. The first time, I accepted responsibility. This time you will be disciplined."
Olivia glares at him as he walks out of the room.
"Fuck!" Olivia yells on the plane.
In many ways, her plan is going better than she imagined. Fitz is completely under her spell. But now she feels she has fallen under his.
Grabbing her phone she texts Abby. Most likely this phone was tapped and she expected it. But, Fitz is clearly comfortable enough around her to allow her to have her gun and phone.
"I'm okay." She texts Abby. She can't inform her gladiators as Fitz has never met them. And since he already scared Abby there's no point in hiding their friendship and partnership.
"Are you Alive?"
"Yes. I'm alive. He kidnapped me and is flying me to Italy."
Abby doesn't answer for a minute.
"I thought he killed you."
"No. He didn't kill me…"
"Anything I can do?"
"Just look after my plants while I'm on gone."
Olivia knew Abby would understand the code. Abby will now be acting captain until she returns to America. In the meantime, she'll demand to see more of Fitz's world hopefully not at the expense of her own.
" Are you ready?" Fitz waits for Olivia to exit the plane.
Taking one final breathe, she unbuckles her seat belt and walks to the exit where Fitz is waiting for her.
"I'm ready."