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  This was Olivia. Who’d been a virgin. Who’d need some special handling after this.

  Moving her gently, he got himself free then got off the bed and went over to the door that led to the tiny bathroom, stepping inside to get rid of the condom. Then he ran some warm water in the basin and found a clean washcloth, soaking it before wringing it out.

  He undressed completely after that, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, before coming back to the bed with the damp cloth.

  Olivia lay on her back, one arm thrown over her face. The buttons of her dress were open up to her waist, exposing the luscious curves of both waist and thighs, her pale strokeable skin.

  She looked absolutely fucking delicious.

  He came down onto the bed, reaching for her panties and slowly easing them down her thighs. She made a soft noise and took her arm away from over her eyes, revealing her tearstained, flushed face.

  So fucking delicious. So fucking beautiful.

  Her blue gaze dropped to the cloth in his hand. “What are you doing?”

  “Figured you might be sore. This will help.” Gently he nudged her legs apart, noting the small spots of blood on the fragile skin of her inner thighs.

  Yep. Definitely a virgin.

  “Wolf…” She made a small embarrassed sound as he brought the washcloth between her legs, her hand half reaching to push his away as he stroked the cloth gently over her.

  “Hey,” he chided. “Let me do this. It’ll feel good okay?”

  She pulled a face. “I can do it myself.”

  “Sure, you can. But I want to, so you’re going to let me.”

  She made a sound of disagreement, but didn’t move away or try to stop him. Instead she threw her arm back over her face again, tensing as he brought the cloth to her skin. But it didn’t last long, the tension easing out of her as he stroked her, cleaning away the last remains of the blood, soothing her.

  She sighed. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was still muffled behind her arm. “I don’t know what happened to me.”

  “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

  “For crying. I didn’t mean to. It just … came out.”

  “It’s okay. You’ve got nothing to apologize for.” He got rid of the cloth down beside the bed, then reached up and pulled her arm away from her face so he could look into her eyes. “It sometimes happens, especially when the sex happens to be mind-blowing.”

  She blinked. “Mind-blowing?”

  He gave her a slow smile, letting her see just how incredible he’d found it. “Hell, you certainly blew my mind, baby.”

  Olivia looked away, adorably flushed. “Yes, well, I shouldn’t have hit you either.”

  He reached out and began to undo the little buttons that held the front of her dress together, taking it slow because the way the fabric parted, giving him a glimpse of her pale, silky looking skin, was something he wanted to savor. “You want to tell me what that was about?”

  Her gaze dropped to watch his hand sliding the buttons out of the buttonholes, but she made no move to stop him. “I’ve got access to Dad’s intranet, so that was what I was doing with your laptop. Having a look at his diary. I just wanted to check … about Daniel. You know…” She stopped.

  He did. She’d wanted to check to see if he’d been telling her the truth.

  He said nothing, easing the rest of her buttons open, then pushing aside the blue fabric. As he’d suspected, she was gorgeous. Full breasts cupped in white lace, the pink of her nipples visible through the material. Beautifully rounded hips and the prettiest little thatch of dark curls between her thighs.

  She was all soft and womanly, and his palms itched to touch her.

  “I know,” he murmured, unable to drag his gaze from her body. “You wanted to see if I was lying. And I wasn’t, was I?”

  She shook her head. A flush stained her skin, creeping up her neck. “I don’t know what to do, Wolf. I don’t know what to think. I thought at least I’d get a choice about Daniel, but I read one of Dad’s emails to him and it said”—her eyes were huge and dark—“it said that no wasn’t an option.”

  The tightness in his chest that had gripped when she’d cried, gripped him again at the distress in her face. No matter how he felt about Cesare de Santis, the prick was Olivia’s father. And she loved him. And finding out that he wasn’t the man she’d thought he was, was always going to be hard for her.

  She might not be ready to face the whole truth about him yet, but the seeds of doubt had been planted.

  If you handle this right, she’ll give you want you want the way you wanted it to happen all along.

  Him seducing her. Her willingly handing him her father’s head on a plate. Yeah, a couple of days ago that’s exactly what he’d been hoping would happen.

  And now … it kind of was happening, wasn’t it? She had access to Cesare’s intranet, which meant he could get her to look at his schedule from here. He wouldn’t even need to leave the yacht. He wouldn’t need to use her as bait.

  Then again, Cesare would know by now that Wolf had taken his daughter. Which meant that Wolf’s element of surprise was gone. De Santis would be armoring himself with whatever security he could get, making a hit impossible. Using Olivia as bait was still Wolf’s best option.

  In which case, why didn’t he feel more triumphant about it? Or at least relieved? Because he didn’t feel either of those things. All he could see was the distress in her blue eyes, knowing that this discovery about her father would hurt her and hurt her terribly.

  And that he did not like. Not one bit.

  But it was too late to do anything about it now. She’d seen the emails, the doubt would be settling down inside her, and as for the seduction … he hadn’t planned that. She’d made the decision for him. But he wasn’t sorry about it, not at all, and now he had her lying half naked in his bed, he wasn’t going to give her up.

  Not yet at least.

  He couldn’t take away all the lies he’d told her, or the betrayal of what her father had done to her. After all, the only things he was good at was fighting and blowing shit up. But there was one other thing he could do and do well.

  Fucking. He was really good at fucking.

  Gently, he stripped away the fabric of her dress, taking her bra with it so she was left lying entirely naked on the white sheets. She remained quiet as he bared her, saying nothing as he pressed her back against the pillows, kneeling between her spread thighs before leaning forward, his hands resting on the pillows beside her head so he could look down at her.

  “I know it’s hard,” he said, offering what he could. “He’s your dad and it sucks. You gave him your loyalty, worked your ass off for him, and he shouldn’t treat you like that.”

  She turned her head on the pillow, avoiding his gaze. “I thought he cared about me.” Her voice was husky. “I thought it mattered to him that I hadn’t left him, that I hadn’t betrayed him like everyone else had. But I guess he didn’t care about me after all. I was just another tool for him to use.”

  Just the way you’re using her right now.

  Wolf looked down into her pale face, seeing the hurt she made no attempt to hide. Feeling the hurt himself. He didn’t know how that worked, that he felt her pain as acutely as she did, but he did.

  He had shit he had to do and he needed her to get to de Santis. But something inside him told him that his bait plan sucked. That he couldn’t use her to do it. For the past ten years that’s all he’d been doing, using her friendship to get close to de Santis. Using her the way her father had used her, as a tool, a means to an end.

  And he couldn’t do it. That would make him no better than de Santis and fuck that. He wasn’t going to use her and he wasn’t going to lie to her, not anymore. Their friendship might have started out fake on his end, but that hadn’t stopped him from liking her, from coming to care about her. Sure, it was the weakness his father had warned about, but it was too late. It had happened.

  He didn’t want to hurt her anymore,
and so he wouldn’t.

  It would play havoc with his already shitty plans, but too bad. He’d have to figure out some way around it.

  Wolf reached down and took her chin in his hand, turning her head back to face him. Her eyes were very dark as they met his and the hurt in them made him want to growl.

  “What do I do, Wolf?” she whispered. “What do I do now? When he finds out I went with you willingly, he’ll never forgive me. He’ll never forgive me anyway if I don’t marry Daniel. If he even lets me refuse in the first place.”

  He stroked her chin, the musky, feminine scent of her messing with his restraint. But he held on to his insistent libido, because that could wait. Right now, she was more important. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?”

  But the distress in her eyes didn’t lift. “He won’t let me come home, I know it. And then I’ll have nowhere to go and no one…” She stopped, swallowing.

  “You don’t have no one.” He stared down into her eyes, willing her to understand. “You have me, Liv.”

  She blinked. “How can I have you? You lied to me. You weren’t ever my friend, not really. God, you don’t even want me. All of this is just … I don’t know. Pity sex, maybe.”

  If she hadn’t looked so hurt, he would have laughed. Pity sex? Jesus.

  “I don’t do pity sex, and as for wanting you…” He paused, because this was important and he wanted no more lies between them. “You’re right. I didn’t want you at the start. Dad told me that I should seduce you, because then you’d be more likely to tell me stuff. But I told him no, that you were too young. And then, by the time I’d gotten to know you, I’d realized that you were … so much more.” He held her gaze, letting her see the truth in his. “You were too bright, too sharp. Way too fucking smart for me. You always knew what to say and not only that, you listened too. You made me feel like I wasn’t stupid, Liv. That I could do more than just break stuff, hit stuff. You were too good for me, and so I made sure I never saw you as anything more than a friend.”

  Her eyes had gone wide, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, yet nothing came out.

  He let his fingers trail from her chin down her throat, feeling her soft silky skin beneath his fingertips. “I was going to seduce you in the hotel, use sex to get that information out of you, but it wasn’t going to mean anything. And then I kissed you and…” He stopped. “I’m shit with words, Liv. You know that. I can’t describe how it changed for me, it just did. But here…” He reached for her hand and brought it to his chest, pressing her palm flat to the skin above his heart. Stared into the deep midnight blue of her eyes. “Feel what you do to me.” Keeping her hand there, he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. Once. Then again. And then he slid his tongue deep into the heat of her mouth, exploring her slowly, tasting her. Letting his heartbeat race as the kiss deepened, got hotter.

  He never kissed like this. Never went slow like this. But he wanted her to know he wasn’t lying. That this time it was true, he wanted her. And not for anything, or because she would give him something. He wanted her for her.

  After a moment, he lifted his head and looked at her.

  There was wonder in her eyes. “Your heart is beating so fast.” Her palm rested on his skin like a small, hot coal. “Is that … me?” She sounded shocked.

  He smiled. “Yes.” Taking her hand from his chest, he guided it further down between their bodies, to where he was already hard and ready for her, closing her fingers around him. “This is you too.”

  Her eyes went even wider, searching his face.

  “I’m not gonna lie to you anymore, Liv,” he said. “It’s gonna be nothing but the truth from now on. I promise.”

  Her gaze dipped to his mouth, her fingers around him squeezing slightly, making his breath catch. “We probably shouldn’t do this. I mean, it can’t be a good idea, can it?”

  “Do you want to stop?” Fuck, he didn’t want to, but if she did, then he’d have to. “Because if you do, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

  Silky dark lashes came down, veiling her gaze for an instant. Then slowly they rose again, her blue eyes wide and dark as the midnight sky. “No,” she whispered. “I don’t want to stop.”

  A surge of desire went through him, making him catch his breath. Making him go very still in case he lost his grip on his restraint, and simply pounded her into the mattress there and then. He didn’t want to do that. She deserved more. He wanted to go slowly, touch her the way she’d touched him, gently and carefully, as if she was a work of art. Savor her.

  But if he was going to do that, she needed to take her hand off his dick.

  Reaching down, he pulled her hand gently away, relishing the small sound of protest she made as he pressed her wrist into the pillow beside her head. “Uh-huh, baby. You’ve had me on my back with your hands all over me twice now. It’s my turn.”

  “Wolf, I—”

  He stopped her words with his mouth, giving her another long, deep kiss, before moving down, trailing kisses down her neck, tasting the salt and sweetness in the hollow of her throat. He hadn’t known there could be pleasure in this for him as well, that the flutter of her pulse beneath his tongue could be exciting, feeling it begin to speed up for him. It made him hard, made him breathless to feel her sigh and shift beneath him.

  He kept on going, moving down her curvy, delicious little body. Finding her full breasts and cupping one, feeling the soft weight of it in his palm. Fucking perfect.

  She shuddered as he touched her, then shuddered again as he bent and licked a slow circle around one hard, pink nipple, teasing her. No one had ever done this to her before, no one had tasted her like this before. He was the first and he fucking loved that he was. And if that made him a primitive Neanderthal, then he was a goddamn primitive Neanderthal.

  He flicked his gaze up her body as he touched his tongue to her nipple, watching shock and pleasure ripple over her expressive features. Then he closed his lips around the stiff peak and sucked on her, hard.

  Olivia gasped, her cheeks flushing. And there was something intensely erotic about the way she kept watching him, as if she couldn’t help herself.

  Her eyes were so dark, he’d never imagined blue could look black. Never imagined he’d ever lose himself in a woman’s gaze. But he was beginning to lose himself in hers.

  He shifted his hips, pressing his aching dick to the soft heat between her thighs. She was all wet and slippery, and he couldn’t help grinding himself against her, loving the slide of his cock through her pussy.

  She shuddered, and he could see the pleasure he was giving her glow in her eyes as she stared at him, felt the echo of it inside himself too. They were sharing it, a bright, shining line of sensation joining them, connecting them.

  It was new to him, this feeling of connection. It shocked him, awed him.

  He didn’t want to lose it.

  Releasing her nipple, he murmured, “Keep your eyes on me, baby. Don’t look away.” And she didn’t as he began to kiss down her stomach, maintaining eye contact as he licked a circle round her belly button, and then further down.

  She began to shake then, as he spread her thighs wider, holding them apart and keeping them there with his palms. “Wh-What are you doing to do?” she asked thickly, raggedly.

  “What do think?” He gave her a wicked smile. “I’m going to eat you out.” He could have prettied it up for her, but part of him wanted to shock her, make her blush again. Make her stammer. She always seemed to know what to say, so making her at a loss for words was particularly sweet.

  Her mouth became a perfect O of surprise, then opened further as he used his thumbs to spread the slick folds of her pussy open, a husky sound escaping. He didn’t look away from her as he lowered his head, or when he ran the flat of his tongue directly up the center of her sex.

  She gasped his name, her hips jerking, but he pressed down on her thighs, pinning her to the bed as he circled her clit with his tongue, taking h
is time and being lazy with it. Watching her face go pinker and pinker, her eyes glowing.

  She tasted as fucking delicious as he thought she would, so he lingered on her clit, teasing her, feeling her writhe beneath him, the cabin filling with her soft, husky cries of pleasure.

  But he wasn’t done yet. Even though he was hard as a fucking rock, he kept his grip on his patience, spreading her open even wider, licking down her pussy to the entrance of her body, and circling there too.

  She jerked again, shuddering in his grip and panting.

  He shifted, sliding his hands beneath her butt and lifting her, angling her hips, then pushing his tongue deep inside her.

  Olivia cried out then put her hand over her mouth as if to silence herself, her breasts rising and falling fast and hard. There was a sheen in her midnight eyes, but he knew it wasn’t because she was in pain or distressed.

  It was because of the pleasure he was giving her and how overwhelming it was for her. But he didn’t stop what he was doing, licking her deep and slow. Instead he reached out and took her hand, guiding it his head. “Hold on to me,” he murmured. “Hold on tight.”

  He didn’t need to tell her twice, her fingers instantly threading in his hair, holding on as he began to explore in earnest.

  He shoved his shoulders beneath her thighs, so her knees were near his ears, her heels pushing hard into his back. And he licked her deeper, using his fingers on her clit, working her until her thighs began to tremble uncontrollably and she was writhing and crying his name over and over.

  She pulled at his hair, and that and the taste of her pushed him nearly to the edge of his control. But he didn’t move until her cries became screams and her thighs were clamped around his ears, her fingers gripping him so tight it felt like she was going to pull his hair out by the roots.

  Then she abruptly collapsed back on the bed, panting, all the tension gone from her body.

  Yeah, he wasn’t done.

  He let her lie there as he reached for another condom in the drawer by the headboard. But his hands were shaking as he ripped open the packet, and as he rolled the latex over himself, he felt her watching him.