CHAPTER 186: CHAPTER 186

Olivia’s POV

Oh my God.

His hands between my thighs made my entire world narrow to that single point of contact. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like fireworks, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stand there frozen as Maxwell’s drunk, unfocused eyes held mine.

"Maxwell..." whispered, already out of breath.

"Say my name again. Please. Just... say my name." His voice was rough with need.

This was wrong. So wrong. He was drunk, he thought I was someone else, and I was taking advantage of his vulnerable state.

I needed to stop this, to pull away, to get him to bed and leave before I did something I couldn’t take back.

But then his other hand came up to caress my neck, and he was looking at me with such raw, desperate longing that it made my chest ache.

"Please," he whispered. "Don’t leave me again. Don’t... don’t disappear."

And then his mouth was on mine.

I gasped in shock - the sound swallowed by the kiss - and for a split second, I stood completely still, my body immediately responding.

This kiss was gentle, despite the desperation I could feel thrumming through every line of his body. He tasted like whiskey and hunger, and when his tongue traced the seam of my lips, I felt my knees go weak.

Stop. Push him away. This is wrong.

But I didn’t stop.

Instead, I felt myself dissolving into the kiss. My hands, which had been frozen at my sides, came up to grip his wet shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. My lips parted, and suddenly we were kissing like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

"Olivia," he murmured against my mouth, and the sound of that name - her name - should have made me rethink this dangerous path.

But it didn’t.

Because in this moment, in Maxwell’s drunk and broken state, I was his Olivia. I was the woman he’d been searching for. The one who’d hurt him. The one he couldn’t let go of.

And God help me, some twisted part of me wanted to be her. Wanted to be the person Maxwell Wellington couldn’t forget, couldn’t move on from, couldn’t stop wanting even after all this time.

His hands moved from my face to my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel every hard plane of his body through our wet clothes, could feel the heat of him even through the cold water that had soaked us both.

"Olivia," he said again, between kisses that were growing more heated. "Olivia, Olivia, Olivia..."

Each repetition of that name sent a confusing mix of pleasure and pain through my chest. But I was too far gone to care, too lost in the sensation of his mouth on mine, his hands gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go.

We stumbled backward, his lips never leaving mine, until my back hit the wall beside the sink. The impact jarred us both, but Maxwell just pressed closer, his body pinning me there as one hand slid up to tangle in my wet hair...

The wig.

It came off immediately, slipping to the floor, but Maxwell didn’t seem to notice as his hands slipped inside my natural hair, massaging it softly.

"Mmmm," I moaned softly.

That felt heavenly.

"Missed you so much," he murmured against my lips.

The raw emotion in his voice made tears spring to my eyes. This wasn’t about me. This was about a woman who’d broken him, a woman he was now searching for in the face of his male assistant.

I should stop this. Should pull away. Should...

Maxwell’s hands slid down to my thighs, and before I could process what was happening, he’d lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, and suddenly we were moving, stumbling out of the bathroom with my arms locked around his neck and his mouth still claiming mine.

We hit the bed together, Maxwell’s weight settling over me, solid and intoxicating. His hands were everywhere - my face, my waist, sliding under my wet hoodie to touch my bare skin and the stupid chest binding I suddenly wished I wasn’t wearing.

"So beautiful," he slurred, pulling back just enough to look at me with those unfocused eyes. "Always so... so fucking beautiful."

He kissed me again, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me.

My hands went under his wet shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his back, the warmth of his skin. He groaned at the contact, and the sound went straight through me like electricity.

This was insane. We were both soaking wet, lying on his bed, and he thought I was someone else entirely. Everything about this was wrong.

But as his mouth moved from my lips to my neck, then down to my stomach, all caution flew to the wind, and I started removing my hoodie frantically. I used his moment of distraction to tug and pull at the suffocating binding until I was finally free.

When he started removing my baggy trousers, I did nothing to stop him. Instead I lifted my waist up as he removed it completely.

Now naked under him, his good hand started rubbing my pussy, and my breath caught. My back arched, a moan escaping my lips as he dipped first one finger, and then two into my wet cunt while his thumb pressed against my clit.

"Don’t stop, please don’t stop," I moaned, writhing in pleasure, as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Mmmm. So fucking wet." He muttered as he licked his fingers clean.

He immediately removed his wet shirt, flinging them to the floor, then he stared at my pussy hungrily, licking his lips before diving in to feast.

He sucked on it greedily, sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy and lapping from time to time at my puckered asshole.

All thought and reason fled my mind, and I knew right then that there was no going back. I was so intent on the vibration of his tongue against my walls that I didn’t care anymore if I was exposed.

I tangled my fingers in his silky hair as he delved more deeply with his tongue. He was hitting my spot and it was driving me crazy! I quivered on the brink of release, moaning loudly without a care in the world. My belly tightened. My nipples ached. I was so close...

But then, just when I was nearing climax, he stopped.

"No... no... Maxwell please... don’t stop now. I need... I need..." I stuttered, my words a jumbled mess.

He raised himself off of me, still on his knees in between my legs. Then he unzipped his wet trousers, and pulled out the massive rod I’d glimpsed two days ago. He started stroking himself, as he watched me from beneath hooded eyes.

"I know what you want, love. You want this." He pointed his beautiful cock at me.

"Yes, yes. I want it." I said, nodding like a lizard.

"And you shall have it, my dearest Olivia."

He leaned in, kissing me passionately, nipping at my lips softly, then he cupped my breast in his hands. He took turns, alternating from nipple to nipple, fondling them, before bringing his mouth down to lick them.

"Mmm, I love your tits," he breathed as he kept suckling on one and fondling one like his life depended on it.

I was so lost in my daze of desire that I didn’t notice his hands leaving one breast until I felt him pressing his cock to my opening. My whole body literally trembled in anticipation as I kissed him passionately. But instead of sliding his dick in, he just left it there, he didn’t rub it, didn’t move it, just kept kissing me and stalling to go in like he didn’t want this to end.

I felt like I was going to loose my mind as I writhed beneath him impatiently. I broke the kiss in frustration. "Maxwell, what the fuck are..." I never got to finish my sentence. The words died on my throat as he surged inside me with a powerful thrust.

I screamed. Pleasure erupting inside me as he forced me to take every inch of him. His huge cock caressed every nerve ending so responsive that I couldn’t help but arch my hips as I strained to have every bit of him inside me.

It was good. So good, nothing could’ve prepared me for this.

Writhing beneath him, I cried out, clenching my thigh on his hips and throwing my head back as I embraced all of him.

"Oh Fuck!" His groan was a harsh growl, as he rocked his hips in and out, tunneling inside me with heavy thrusts.

He fucked me hard, parting me, stretching me until I burned, ached, and still begged for more. Nothing seemed enough. His deep, driving strokes were making me madly insane.

"Do you want to cum?" He whispered in my ears as he kept thrusting into me.

"Fuck! Yes! Please!" I shouted, begged, pleaded... anything to make sure he didn’t stop right now. Each thrust was bringing me closer. Yet I felt so far away, terrified he might come to his senses and realize he was fucking his male assistant in the vagina.

He rose up to his knee, pulling me up a bit onto his thighs as he slammed into me, my breast jostling with each thrust. He gripped my hips tightly, pumping into me repeatedly.

"Come for me, Olivia," he ordered, the muscles of his face and neck strained as he plowed into me.

My orgasm hit me in continuous waves. Each one greater than the next, hitting me fast and hard.

"Fuuuuuuckkk!" I screamed, my mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he pounded into me over and over again. He didn’t let up, fucking me as my release ripped through my body, taking me to a higher pleasure, drawing out my orgasm.

Then, in a quick move that startled me, he flipped me over my belly, as he pulled me to my knees, slid his cock between my swollen lips and surged inside, his heavy cock filling me up.

The pleasure was like an arc of lightening, searing me. Shocking me. I pushed against him, taking him deep. His hands came up to cup my breast from beneath, tugging on my nipples as he fucked me. Pleasure was coming from every direction at once: my pussy, my nipples, even from his hips grinding from behind me.

I moaned as he bit my shoulder, then soothing it with his tongue. He continued fondling my breast, and I whimpered as unexplainable pleasure coursed through my body.

One of his hands slid up my spine, and fisted in my hair as he kept going in with deep thrusts.

"Yes... Oh, God... Yes!" I screamed as my second orgasm hit me, arching my back as Maxwell took me hard and fast. Waves and waves of untamed passion hit me, and I found myself drifting off to a state of euphoria.

Maxwell growled like a beast as he thrust hard once more, shooting all of his cum inside me.

Just as the realization started sinking in, he sighed in contentment and collapsed on the bed next to me, immediately drifting off to sleep.