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OLIVIA
Friday night was date night. After our overnight nanny had arrived and the boys were in bed, I moved through my usual rituals before going out with my husband. Washing my hair and styling it in loose waves down my back. Picking out a set of white gold and diamonds for my wrists, fingers, throat, and earlobes.
He’d sent me a box stamped with the name of one of the most expensive boutiques in the city. I already knew what it was. Every time he fucked me so hard I could barely sit down the next day, he proceeded it with a new set of lingerie. Just to keep things romantic.
This time it was a deep purple-red and so delicate the panties kissed up my thighs like gossamer. I fastened the bra and the garter belt, attaching it to the black stockings with a little diamond clip. Then I padded back into the bathroom to admire it.
He was definitely going to rip it to pieces. He never bought lingerie this fine unless he wanted it shredded in his fingers by the ended of the night.
I shivered.
He arrived, I heard his car turn into the drive, signaling my heart to beat faster. Working quickly, I pulled a silky, tight black dress over the lingerie and zipped it up. Arranging the cowl neck to show a trace of my cleavage.
My lips curved into a smile. He was going to have his hands all over me during dinner.
His footfalls moved closer and power surged up my spine. I loved teasing him, getting him so horny he couldn’t hold back. There was nothing more thrilling than having a man as powerful as Lucien Esposito driven to distraction by the sight of my body.
He appeared behind me, already dressed in a svelte charcoal suit. His brow twitched and his heavy-lidded eyes ran over me. Slowly, like the hot tips of his fingers dragging over my skin. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to because I saw the rise of his cock beneath his zipper.
That was compliment enough.
He drove us. Even after all this time and money, he still preferred to drive himself everywhere. He was more relaxed that way. I turned and stole a glance at him, warmth gathering between my legs. His dark hair, flecked with gray, was slicked back over his head. His expressionless mouth sat in a firm line in his jaw. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, the streetlights flickering in them.
I glanced down at the hand on my bare thigh.
Scarred knuckles. A plain wedding band. Tattoos that covered the back of his hand and curled down his fingers.
Those were the cruelest and most capable hands I knew. A little tremor of anticipation moved through me and he glanced up.
“A hundred dollars says your cunt’s wet already,” he murmured.
I raised a brow. “Well, you owe me,” I said. “It’s not wet. It’s soaked.”
His jaw twitched, heavy eyes straight head. “Jesus, Liv. Watch your mouth or I’ll bend you over in the back seat and make you hurt before we sit down for dinner.”
I shuddered again. He made those kinds of threats often, but only once had he actually done it. I’d teased him during a dinner until his eyes were cold and his mouth was a thin line. He’d caught me by the neck as I went to get into the car later and fucked me over the seat. Bent over in the parking lot, half shadowed by trees.
I kept quiet for the rest of the drive. He had plans tonight, that was clear. All I had to do was exactly as he liked and I would be thoroughly satisfied by the end of it.
He pulled the car up outside a modern hotel with a glossy, black exterior. The city lights glittered around him as he rose from the car and circled it, helping me out of my seat. His touch was possessive as he handed the valet the keys and guided me up the sidewalk and inside the front doors.
Inside was just like the outside. All black marble, glistening reflective walls, and soft, classical music. The lights glowed low and the floor shimmered under my heels as he led me up to the front desk.
“Esposito,” he said, pulling me against his side.
The clerk was nervous, but everyone always was around him. He checked us in and handed over our keys. We took a glass elevator up over the city to the top floor and stepped out into a darkened hallway. My spine tingled, a little nervous. We didn’t usually go to places like this—I felt like I was descending into the lair of a billionaire villain.
“Did you buy this hotel, Lucien,” I asked, following him to the door.
“I built it,” he said absently. “It’s the first I helped design. Do you like it?”
I shivered, rubbing my arms. “It’s a little…scary. But in a sexy way.”
“Oh?” He pushed open the door.
“Just like you,” I said, offering him a little smile.
His brow twitched as he ushered me inside and set our suitcase aside. I turned around and around to take in my surroundings. Marveling at the svelte, silver and black space. The bed was draped in satin, surrounded by curtains, and the floor cast a dizzying pattern on the reflective ceiling. I turned to find him watching me, eyes empty as usual.
