Wicked Wolff

by Reese Spenser

  “There’s nothing to forgive Dorian.” Olivia lifts my chin with her finger, and I see the truth in her eyes. “You never made me feel harassed or violated.”

  I sigh, releasing some of the shame I still hold.

  “You said you have reasons. Did something else happen to you?”

  “My father has been married four times, but he has only ever genuinely been in love once. He uses his money as a weapon to get what he wants. My brother loves a woman he can’t have. And he uses sex as a shield to keep anyone from getting close. I haven’t had any real examples of what a happy healthy relationship should be.”

  “And your mother, where does she fit?”

  “She was never a real mother or a real wife. She left me with my father when I was barely a year old. When I was old enough to understand, my brother Julian told me the truth. She was much younger than my father. She took whatever she could, except me, and ran away with an artist she was having an affair with.”

  “Have you seen your mother since then?”

  “She reached out to me on my twenty-first birthday, when I received part of my inheritance from my father.

  “What about you?” Olivia’s question isn’t unexpected, but I’m not ready to share. “Why have you avoided relationships?”

  “I haven’t avoided it. I never wanted it.” My blunt response sounds harsh even to my ears. And I want to explain to her how she has become something more, someone I not only want but someone I need. But the sadness and pity in her eyes stop me.

  “I wanted my first time to be with you, and I will never regret it,” she confesses.

  “Until you I’d never been with a virgin. I didn’t think I should be any one’s first.”

  “Did I disappoint you?”

  I hear the self-doubt in Olivia’s voice and all I want to do is banish it. Scooping her up in my arms, I intend to do that the best way I know how.

  Returning to the master suite, I find that the linens have been changed and Olivia’s clothes have been laundered. I stand her firmly on her feet and remove the T-shirt before stepping away.

  “I want you on all fours, elbows bent, back arched, ass raised in the air.”

  I see the moment her curiosity kicks in. Her pupils dilate, her breath hisses, and her entire body blushes, but it’s not shame or embarrassment. It’s desire. I can’t deny wielding control and power turns me on. But what surprises me is how much I want to submit to Olivia. Submit to her pleasure and the demands of her body.

  Chapter 16

  Olivia

  “SUNSHINE, YOU LOOK incredible.” Dorian showers me with praise when I obey his command without question.

  I lift my lids, meeting his intense gaze.

  “How should I fill your sweet little cunt first? With my tongue, my fingers or my cock?”

  Dorian shakes his head, silencing me. He doesn’t want me to answer. It’s not my choice he wants, it’s my submission.

  “Since I’m desperate to taste you, I will start with my tongue.”

  I’m still on my hands and knees, when Dorian wraps my hair around his fist, giving it a tug, lifting my chin. His mouth descends upon mine, kissing me hungrily. Like a Molotov cocktail, his kiss is the incendiary device that sets me ablaze. I want to wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him close. Flesh to flesh.

  The sound of my panties being ripped from my body should horrify me, but that’s not the case. I’m still not sure what it says about me that I get turned on by all this. The way he speaks, the aggressive way he handles my body, and heaven help me, the way his cock fills me.

  The deep moan that makes Dorian impatiently hard, climbs up my throat. The force of it vibrates against his lips, curling them into a smile. Releasing my hair, he backs away. I watch keenly as he undresses, removing his sweatpants and T-shirt.

  Standing before me completely naked, Dorian’s cock arrows my way. I lick my lips; an invitation I hope he accepts. He climbs into bed behind me, pulling my hips toward him. A fleeting moment of nervousness causes me to break the no talking rule.

  “I’m not....”

  Dorian interrupts my protest with two quick smacks to my ass, one on each cheek.

  “I will only give you what you can handle,” he says, gently massaging my flaming ass cheeks.

  I cease breathing when Dorian’s finger presses against the pucker of my asshole. My mind says, stop, but my body’s response says, more. Hesitantly, I push back against his hand, testing my boundaries. His finger doesn’t enter me, instead he bends down, kissing my ass cheeks.

  When it’s his cock’s turn to play, Dorian penetrates me deeply, pounding out a slow unrelenting rhythm. I try to escape; the pleasure so keen it’s nearly painful. He fucks me harder and harder, holding my hips and hitting the source of my undoing again and again. It feels so good, the way he tears me apart and puts me back together again.

  “Let me hear you.” The sound of Dorian’s voice caresses the skin against my neck. “Scream for me, Sunshine.”

  Dorian thrust faster and deeper, chasing his release. The earth shift and I shatter around him. We fall over the edge together, in a blaze of fiery passion. When I can no longer hold myself up, his powerful arm wraps around my waist.

  “How do you feel?” A breathless Dorian asks.

  “Almost human,” I reply, because at some point I’m sure I had an out of body experience.

  “And what will make you feel human again?”

  “A shower.”

  “Alone?” He queries.

  Shaking my head, I let him know that showering is not a solo mission. I can’t imagine being anywhere naked without him. When I climb out of bed, Dorian follows me.

  Showering leisurely, Dorian explores my body intimately. Every caress is meant to elicit a different response. From the stroke of my cheek to the pinch of my nipples, his hands hold the power to make me beg for it all.

  “I’m ready to claim my winnings,” I address Dorian from the bathroom.

  He steps in the doorway fully dress in jeans and a T-shirt. The predatory gray eyes of a wolf stares back at me, questioning me.

  “I won the race yesterday.” I clarify. “Time to pay up.”

  Dorian’s expression changes, morphing into an unrecognizable version of his smile. It’s big and bright, a smile that reaches his eyes for the first time since meeting him.

  “Nothing will ever top the gift you gave me.” His smile broadens and I find myself smiling with him.

  “Last night was a gift for me too,” I confess.

  More than anything I want to take our relationship to the next level. Giving Dorian my virginity last night wasn’t part of my plan. After I won our race, I simply wanted to stay the night and sleep in his bed with him. However, the moment felt so right, when all I wanted was him. It’s a truth I’ve had to face. Whatever the terms, I want him and always will.

  “Name your prize, Sunshine.” Dorian’s rich deep tone, wraps around me, urging me on.

  I’ve had time to think about what I want from Dorian. My heart tells me I want everything, but my head tells me to settle for what I know he can give. And that makes my choice easier.

  “I want you to take me to the Asylum.” Dorian’s gray eyes darken to almost black. “I want to experience your playroom.” I add for clarity.

  Dorian seems at a loss for words. Exiting the bathroom, I walk him back toward the bed. When the back of his legs hit the bed, I push him down to sit. Straddling him, his thick cock press against my panty covered center. A soft moan escapes us both. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I slide my fingers through his hair. His chin lifts, when I give his hair a gentle tug. I lean into Dorian, nipping his bottom lip and kissing him tenderly. He groans, and I cover his mouth. I’m breathless when he breaks the kiss.

  “Are you trying to top from the bottom, Olivia? Am I supposed to just sit back and let it happen, let you have your way with me?” His tone is a little harsh, but somehow, I know it’s not meant to be.

  I also know D
orian hasn't told me everything. I know barely anything about his life after his parent’s died. It doesn’t matter how much he tries to hide it; pain doesn’t lie. I get the sense that he has been hurt and betrayed deeply. There is darkness in him, and there are times when I see glimpses of an internal struggle. I don't know which side of him will win. The side that finds pleasure in the wicked things that feeds the darkness. The side that wants to walk in the sunlight with me. Or will this be the birth of something new? So, I give him the only answer he needs.

  “No, Sir.” Lowering my eyes submissively, I continue. “But have I convinced you to play with me at the Asylum?”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?” His tone is softer now, more seductive.

  “Very much.”

  “How does next Saturday sound?”

  I squeal with delight, clapping my hands and Dorian chuckles at my response.

  Dorian and I manage to prepare brunch, inviting his grandparents to join us. Afterwards the four of us hang out by the pool until it’s time for me to leave for the grand opening of Kyle’s custom motorcycle shop. It comes as no surprise when Dorian insists on joining me. We’re on our way to the garage to take his car when his cell phone rings.

  “I need to take this,” Dorian says stepping away.

  I make my way to the garage without him and wait. Dorian joins me five minutes later. He climbs onto a Harley-Davidson Heritage Classic, instead of behind the wheel of the car I assume he’d be driving. Extending me a helmet, he beckons me to join him. Taking the helmet from him, I fasten it onto my head. Dorian extends his hand again, helping me onto the back of the motorcycle. I plant my ass on the small seat, wrap my arms around his waist and hold on tight.

  Chapter 17

  Dorian

  THE RIDE ALONG PACIFIC Coast Highway from Malibu to Los Angeles takes nearly ninety minutes. The weekend traffic makes the trip a little longer than usual. By the time we arrive at Eastman’s bike shop, it’s the last place I want to be. Had I thought better of it and not let possessiveness rule my decision I wouldn’t be here.

  I thought traveling by motorcycle would clear my head. However, it does the opposite. Olivia’s arms holding me tight the entire ride serves as a reminder of what I have to lose. I don’t know what possessed me to take the call. Maybe it was the post orgasmic high, altering my mood and lightening my heart. Whatever the reason the conversation with my attorney still rattles me and has my focus split.

  When we arrive at the shop, the parking lot is nearly full. I come to a stop; parking next to a brand-new graphite gray Kawasaki Vulcan 900 Custom. Olivia climbs off the bike and removes her helmet. She gives her head a quick shake, reviving the bounce in her platinum tresses. Throwing my leg over the motorcycle, I hop off my Harley-Davidson.

  Removing my helmet, I lean against my motorcycle, staring at Olivia for a moment in awe of her beauty. Her mesmerizing smile hold me spellbound. Pulling her into my arms and kissing her is the only way I break free of it. Her tongue dances with mine, taking the lead. My thoughts clear of everything except her, and I offer up a silent prayer to the universe. Please don’t let me fuck this up, don’t let me be the reason the joyful light dims in her eyes.

  “We should go have a look around and congratulate Kyle,” Olivia says, when we hear footsteps approaching.

  Reality comes crashing in once again, reminding me why I’m here. I take Olivia by the hand, leading her to the entrance of the shop. The sooner we congratulate Eastman and have that look, the sooner we can get back on the road.

  Stepping inside the shop, the black and white flooring, the red, black and chrome décor give it a fifties vibe. The shop is actually two shops in one, custom motorcycle repair and apparel. The lounge area is where everyone gathers to celebrate the opening. The large room looks more like a sports bar, with its pool table, ESPN on the large screen television and three vintage arcade games.

  “There’s Kyle.”

  Olivia spots Eastman before I do. I see the moment he finds her in the crowd. He whispers something to the older woman standing next to him and they look our way.

  “Who is that with him?” I ask.

  “That’s his mother, Marie Eastman.”

  Before I’m able to ask any other questions, they’re standing before us.

  Mrs. Eastman is all smiles when she extends her hand to Olivia, pulling her into a friendly hug. Olivia returns her hug, smiling in kind.

  “Hello, cheri, I’m glad you made it.” Mrs. Eastman greets Olivia with a pronounced French accent.

  “I promised Kyle I would be here.” Olivia gaze turns to Kyle, who’s been staring at her too fucking long.

  “I wasn’t sure, you’d actually make it.” Kyle spares me a glance before directing his attentions back to his mother and my woman.

  Olivia extends her hand and I take it.

  “Dorian, this is Marie Renard-Eastman. Kyle’s mom.” Olivia makes the introductions. “Mrs. Eastman this is...”

  “Dorian Wolff, her boyfriend.” Eastman interrupts. His tone does little to hide his resentment. Do grown ass fucking men even use that word; it sounds so juvenile?

  Mrs. Eastman seem to ignore her son’s distaste for me, offering a warm smile and her hand to shake.

  “It’s very nice to meet you, Dorian.”

  Releasing Olivia’s hand, I accept Mrs. Eastman’s hand.

  “The pleasure is all mine.” My words strike a blow to Eastman’s ego I didn’t intend, but I know it lands when his mother flinches just as she withdraws her hand.

  “You should see to your other guests.” Mrs. Eastman advises her son.

  Retreating, Eastman doesn’t say goodbye or look back. Olivia enjoys his mother’s company for a few more minutes before she’s making her excuses to leave as well. We’ve been here an hour and I’m ready to convince Olivia it’s time to leave when she says.

  “Let’s go.”

  I maneuver us through the crowd, my hand resting protectively and possessively on the small of Olivia’s back. Once we’re outside I breathe in the open air.

  “Did you have to do that?” Olivia’s tone is accusing, causing my palm to twitch.

  Turning to face her, I ask. “What exactly did I do?”

  “Did you have to have a cock fight with Kyle in front of his mother.”

  “If you think that I will ever apologize for bruising Eastman’s goddamn ego, you’re sadly mistaken.”

  She bites her bottom lip in irritation and runs her tongue over it.

  “You’re right, what was I thinking. You’re the gray wolf, why start losing sleep over the opinion of sheep?” Her words reek of sarcasm.

  Letting out a frustrated groan, I climb onto my motorcycle. “Get on. We’re leaving now.”

  Securing her helmet, Olivia straddles my bike without speaking another word.

  “Arms around my waist,” I command

  Although I feel Olivia’s arms around my waist the return trip feels lonely. It’s not until traffic breaks that I’m able to take advantage of the open highway. Olivia’s arms tighten around me, but it has nothing to do with fear. My motorcycle hums with speed, and every lane change causes Olivia to press closer to me. I can’t explain the rush I feel, knowing how wet she is.

  When I pull into my garage Olivia practically jumps off the back of my motorcycle before I bring it to a complete stop. The helmet comes off and crystal blue eyes beg for what she’s too stubborn to ask for.

  “Are you alright, Sunshine?” The smirk on my face teases her.

  She takes a deep breath and I take a step forward, towering over her.

  “I don’t want to be one of those couple who use sex to make up instead of communicating.”

  “Were we fighting, or did we have a disagreement?”

  “Either way, we need to talk about it.”

  Olivia turns away from me, leaving me alone in the garage. I collect my thoughts before following her. I find her on the deck gazing at the ocean. I approach her cautiously.

/>   “Can we start with you telling me what you believe I did wrong?”

  “It was Kyle’s big day and you went out of your way to rub our relationship in his face.”

  “Even if that were the case, do you expect me to ignore that he wants you?” I try to contain the anger I hear slipping through the cracks in my voice. Allowing my desire to keep her dictates my action, I manage to rein it in.

  “We’re just friends, Dorian.”

  “Does he know that?” I snap.

  “What are you saying? Are you implying that I’m encouraging him?”

  “I’m saying I know what a man looks like when he hasn’t given up hope.”

  “Do you know what a woman looks like when she’s not interested?”

  I give her a wolfish toothy grin and she counters with a frustrated groan.

  “I’ve never seen disinterest on your face.”

  “I can assure you, you’re the only man who hasn’t seen it.”

  My body coils tight with need, desperate to have her beneath me. Like a live wire every cell in me is electrified. The blood coursing through my veins swells my cock painfully. I want her now and always, but just like her all this is new to me. How do I get back to her being in my bed, how do I get her to stay the night again?

  “You don’t have to trust Kyle’s motives, but will you try to trust me a little more?” Olivia’s says after a few moments of silence.

  I want to say I do trust you. I want to say so much more than that. But I can’t bring myself to say the words.

  “I’ll try,” is the best I can manage.

  She nods, offering a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

  The wind coming off the ocean is breezy, causing Olivia to shiver.

  “It’s getting chilly, let’s go inside” I offer my hand and she takes it, following me into the dining room.

  The large table is set intimately for two, thanks to Colin’s, his staff more than happy to accommodate my last-minute catering order. Tonight, we dine on a simple Italian dish of chicken and penne pasta. All I need to do is choose a bottle of my favorite red wine and dinner is served.