Page 30 of Wicked Oath
What I didn’t expect was waking up to see Olivia standing over me with a small knife in her hands.
I jerk up. “What are you doing?” I’m shocked that I didn’t wake up earlier. I’ve always been a light sleeper. When you work in the mafia, you never know when someone might try to kill you. The fact that I didn’t hear Olivia get up concerns me.
She holds out the knife, her hand shaking. “I forgot. We need to get blood on the sheets.”
My eyes look her over to make sure she’s not injured to explain this crazy behavior. Unfortunately, she’s in a day dress, which I know she wasn’t wearing when we fell asleep last night. I’ll have to implement a rule that she’s not allowed to wear clothes when we’re alone together.
I get out of bed slowly. “Olivia, are you all right?”
She sighs, tossing the knife onto the bed. “I’m not a virgin, thanks to you.”
“And what does this have to do with the knife?” I ask, eyeing it.
“Because we had sex before our wedding night, meaning there’s no blood on the sheets. My grandma told me that the men will check to make sure there’s blood. She said a prick on the finger should be enough, but I was too scared to do it.”
Now I understand. “Jesus, Olivia, you scared me.”
She cocks her hip to the side. “I scared you?”
“Yes! I had no clue why you were standing over me wielding a knife.”
After a pause, she laughs. “I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t thinking. I woke up and realized we forgot to do that, and I wanted to make sure we did it before my dad came to see the sheets.”
I reach down and grab the knife. “Here.” I make the smallest cut on my finger and tilt it back so that a few drops of blood land on the white sheets. “Better?”
“Better.”
I head to the bathroom and clean the knife and my finger. Olivia follows me, and once I’ve bandaged my finger, she grabs it and kisses it.
“Much better,” I growl, pulling her in close to me. “Now, after I bled for you, I think that deserves a reward.”
“Like what?”
She gasps as I lift her onto the bathroom counter and settle myself between her legs. “Like this.” I reach under her dress, and my hand touches her bare pussy. “No underwear this morning? My, aren’t you the little rebel.”
“I remember you saying something about—” She moans as I start rubbing her gently.
“Something about?”
Her head drops against the mirror as her legs open wider for me. “About easy access,” she answers breathlessly.
“I did, didn’t I?” I press my cock to her entrance. I’m already hard, and my day hasn’t even begun. “Are you ready for me? I can feel how wet you already are.” My finger flicks her clit, making her moan louder. “For such a good girl, you sure sound like a bad girl when I’m fucking you.” I hoist her legs around my waist.
“You’re not fucking—”
I silence her as I enter her in one thrust.
Olivia gasps and clutches the edge of the counter. I hold still for a moment before I really begin to fuck her, and she cries out in pleasure every time I thrust deeper and deeper into her.
Her hands reach around to grip my shoulders, pulling me in closer. Our bodies form as one. A perfect rhythm. How something can be beautiful and yet so fucking dirty, I don’t know. All I can think about is fucking Olivia every day until I die.
She burrows her head into my neck as our hips move together. The sound of our skin clapping echoes throughout the quiet bathroom. I’ve never been this unhinged because of a woman before. I don’t know how Olivia does it, but she makes me crazy for her.
“Look down at us,” I tell her, watching my cock moving in and out of her pussy. “Look.”
She presses her head to mine and glances down. “James.”
“Fell how hard you make me. Fuck, baby.” My hands move up and down her spine, and she lifts her legs higher around my waist, giving me more space to thrust deeper into her. “Tell me how I make you feel.”
