Leonard

"I own you tonight."

I let a stranger into my home even though I know I shouldn't. But my senses be damned with those lips of hers. I never want to stop tasting them. She moans softly into my mouth and I can already feel my bulge through my jeans. My dick hard as fuck. I keep my lips on hers as I shut my front door. I'm glad the lights are off or I could risk everything on this job. My identity and mission.

I slide fingers up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her underwear. She gasps into my mouth as I cup her pussy. She's all wet for me as I rub my finger on her opening through the thin material. Her tongue tastes like expensive liquor. A bitter-sweet sensation that drives me insane. My dick doing all the thinking now. The moment I had my eyes on her from the bar, I knew I wanted my mouth everywhere on her. Her lips, sweet pussy. I bet she'd taste like heaven. A groan erupts from my throat as she slides her fingers down and grips my erection through my pants.

"I want you to fuck me, please," she whispers in my ear, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"You have no idea how much I want to."

My voice is husky and drenching with raw lust. The thought of burying my shaft inside her is the only thing I can think of right now.

I lift her up by the waist, my eyes settling in the dark as I see her already swollen lips. I'm not near done kissing her sweet lips. She hooks her thighs around my hips and we resume our kiss as I walk us to my bedroom. The light from the night sky is just bright enough through the window to get me to the room. I grunt as she tugs my hair hard, sinking her fingernails into my neck. It's hot. And painful. I bet there'll be a mark there in the morning. We kiss for a few more seconds as I lay her on my bed before we both stop to take our clothes away. Her blue dress comes sliding down just as my shirt hits the ground. Then her bra next as I tug down my pants. She tries to slide down her panties when I stop her.

"Leave your panties on," I command. My voice is deep and authoritative. Her green eyes stare at me in surprise for a second but get replaced by shock as her eyes move to my length. My underwear is somewhere on the floor now as I let her take in the sight of my dick.

"Fuck," she whispers loud enough for me to hear.

Her breasts are plump and round. They would fit perfectly in my palms and my mouth. My fingers wrap around her neck as I return my lips on hers, rubbing my dick slowly over the crotch. She makes beautiful moaning sounds in my mouth from the torture. I cup her left breast with one of my hands and squeeze gently.

God fuck.

My other arm slides to her panties and I slide two of my fingers in. Her pussy is fucking wet as I rub her clit, moving my tongue over her nipples. Her fingers are raking through my hair and on my back. Everywhere. She gasps loudly as I slide a finger into her pussy. Her walls clinch tightly on my finger. I feel her fingernails dig into my sink as I slide in another finger. She moans loudly as I slowly fingerfuck, increasing the pace as my tongue dances over her sweet nipple. I rub the pad of my thumb against her clit as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her. She pulls my hair, bringing my face to hers.

"I want your dick already. Fuck me with it."

I slide my fingers out of her. They are covered in her wetness as I walk over to my bedside table fast before I completely lose myself. I pull out a condom from the drawer and tear off the nylon, sliding it on my erection in a heartbeat. She spreads her legs wide enough for me to settle in between her. I trail kisses down her cleavage as I slide my dick into her pussy. I'm met with warm wetness and a pussy wall so tight around my dick.

"Fuck. Fucking hell," I grunt underneath my breath. Her gasps turn to soft moans as I settle in her. Her eyes teary for a moment as she takes a handful of the sheets. I can see some sadness in them but she quickly shuts her eyes as she lifts her hips a little. It sends pleasure skittering through my veins to my entire being. I begin to thrust into her, trying to keep my mind off the sadness I saw in her eyes a second ago. It's no longer there as she rolls her eyes as I fuck her hard into my bed. Her moans have become louder as she reaches for the bedframe and holds tight for support. The walls of her pussy fucking tight on my dick, I know I can't last any longer. I drive faster into her either hard, deep thrusts that gets her screaming in pleasure. My lips return to hers as I tease her clit with my fingers as I thrust my dick into her. I ram her into my bed, increasing my hip movement. She's completely out of breath when I begin to suck her breasts. Her legs are shaking as I drive her into ecstasy. I can feel her coming to a release as I keep the pace. My release not far from any moment now. I pin her arms to the bed as I thrust hard again and again in her sweet cunt. She screams as she shudders and melts with my dick still inside her. I feel her wetness coat over my dick as I continue the thrusts. Slow and deep. The muscles in my legs begin to tense. My breaths get heavier as I groan hard. She lifts her hips and I lose it completely with one more thrust. I collapse on her for a moment, sliding out as I catch my breath. I toss the condom into the trash bin next to my bed, falling to my bed next to her. Sweat beads settled on her forehead.

"Christ" she says in between heavy breaths. Her lips are perfectly curved. I wonder how my dick would feel in her mouth. Her eyes meet mine with an innocence that makes my heart tumble.

"Who are you?"

Olivia

My mind wanders to the event of last night as I turn to in my bed. One of the few things in my life I get to control and I have no regrets. I'm hoping Emma doesn't hate me for leaving without a word. I was too caught up in the moment and I didn't want to let it slip. I did it without thinking or second guessing my choices for once.

Getting fucked by another has all the regrets I had stoping at the bar worth it. I'm glad I caught that dickhead. I would have never had my moment with the hot stranger if I didn't. I never got his name because I knew it was only for the night I could have him. It's only a matter of time before my father finds the next suitor for me.

My phone begins to ring, pulling me out of my thoughts of last night. It was one of the best sex I've had in a very long time. Different from anything Asher and I ever had. It took every ounce of strength to pull myself off his bed and sneak out of his apartment while he was still awake. His naked body next to mine was enticing enough to get me wet again and begging to get him fuck me again. I can't get the lines of his tattooed chest out of my head or the taut arm muscles I held onto for my dear life when he fucked me the second time. The way his magic dick and fingers had me screaming. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the growing throb in my core from the thought of having him inside me one more time.

I groan as I reach for my phone on my bedside drawer. It's my father. I'm reluctant for a moment as I take longer before I slide the icon to answer the call. It's only 8 in the morning and starting my day with him isn't my favorite. I can tell how it'll end because it only does in one way. A huge argument and series of disagreements. Things have changed since my mother's death.

"Father," I breathe.

"I just got off the phone with Asher's father. Is it true you have called off the wedding?"

I pull myself up to sit upright on my bed.

"Yes. Yes I have, father."

"What has gotten into you Olivia? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

His voice is hoarse with a hint of anger in it. Nothing he'll say would change my mind and I already know it. I'm not letting him force me into a wedding with Asher.

"I'm not marrying that man whore. I caught him fucking his secretary."

"Language Olivia."

His voice is strict.

"Pardon my language father. I caught my fiancé having sex with his secretary at his apartment," I reply in a sarcastic tone as I roll my eyes.

"Mi hija, what you're searching for no longer exists." There's a stillness in his voice now. You would think I really do matter to him.

"I no longer want to have a wedding with him and nothing is changing that," I respond.

"You're going to ruin my business with his father. This marriage was supposed to bring us closer. With his men and my men, I'll be unstoppable in this city."

I stand to my feet, taking a look at myself in the mirror.

"I'm not marrying Asher. Not now, not ever. Mother wouldn't let me if she were still here."

There's a moment of silence that passes between us for a few seconds. My father lets out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But on one condition will I let this happen."

I pause, puzzled.

"What is that?"

"You get married in a month's time. I'm not letting you bring disgrace to the family after this. We told everyone you're getting married and that's exactly what is going to happen."

My jaw falls open. He cannot be serious.

"But father?"

"Make a choice Olivia, or I'll make one for you. Goodbye princess," he retorts.

"Father?"

The call beeps before I get to speak. I let out a scream, hitting my fist on the wooden dresser which I regret immediately. Shit!

How could he?

I get a text from Emma as I pick up my phone. She's sent so many since last night after I left with the stranger. I already planned to call her this morning to keep her from worrying but I'm too pissed right now. My phone beeps again with another notification just as I place it back on the table.

"Fuck Emma-"

I glance at the screen and it's a different name. Asher. My blood boils even more. I make a mental note to delete his contact as I tap on his message. He wants the proposal ring back. Dammit. I walked out so quickly I forgot to toss the stupid ring in his face. I know I have to return it because he told me the ring is his family's heirloom. But I don't want to see his fucking face again. grumble loudly, walking back to my bed and falling on it. My head starts to hurt with my father's words replaying. How do I get a man to marry in four weeks?

I pick up my phone and dial Emma's number. My heart racing and my head completely blank. I know my father well enough to know he wasn't joking one bit. I either pull this off or settle for whoever he picks next. Emma answers on the second ring.

"Where the fuck have you been Olivia? You got me worried as hell!"

She's yelling into the phone.

"Emma, I'm fucked," I say, brushing off her yells.

"What?"

I let out a shaky breath as I run my fingers through my hair staring at the ceiling. She sounds really worried.

"I have to get married in four weeks."

"Wh-what? How? Why?"

"My father's making me and I have no fucking idea how."

Leonard

I can't remember the last time I had a good sleep. It has always been hours and hours of draining myself in work with barely enough hours to get some rest. I've been pushing for a promotion for months now and I'm working my ass off to earn it. Nick's call ruined the one cheat day I had. But I'm grateful he did or I would have missed my appointment with Asher O'Neill. Memories of last night linger in my head as I sit in the waiting room. She was out of my apartment before I woke up. All I have left is her scents on my sheets. No number or even a name. I'm hoping I bump into her again at the bar. I plan to visit later tonight.

"Mr O'Neill will be right with you, sir," the secretary, dressed in a tight knee-length black gown, says. Her lips are red and plump. Reminds me of a cherry.

"Thank you," I nod in response. She holds my gaze for a long second as she flips her hair backwards. I put some extra effort in my appearance today for this meeting. A tailored dark blue suit with a few curls of my hair falling over my face. I also gave my beard a little trim to look the part perfectly. Asher cannot know we're onto him and his family.

The landline on her desk rings and she answers immediately. She gives a few yes responses and ends the call.

"He is ready to see you now, Mr Porter."

"Great," I reply with a smile as I stand to my feet straightening my tie. She leads me to the office, stepping in first and holding the door for me. Asher's eyes are fixed on the screen of his computer as I walk in. There's a beautiful view of the bustling city through the glass doors behind him.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr O'Neill. I've heard so much about you."

"The pleasure's mine, Mr Porter."

Asher stands to his feet as I walk closer to his table.

"Please call me Howey," I reply as I extend my arm for a handshake. I'm Howey Porter on this job. Using my real identity is too risky.

"Asher," he says with a light yet firm grip. The air is cold with the smell of coffee lingering.

"Please have your seat," he adds, pointing to the empty chair facing his.

"Thank you." I settle on the cushioned leather chair.

"My secretary says you need the services of my company for a long-term business. Tell me about it." He hits a button on his laptop and settled his gaze on me.

"Straight to business," I say. A smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

"I like that. Well, my company, H-Motors, needs a reliable shipping company to get engines shipped into the city for assembling here."

He stares at me with keen interest and nods in response.

"I've heard so much about-"

A noise from behind the door interrupts me as we both turn to its direction. It flies open almost immediately and Asher stands to his feet. Fuck, I can't let anything ruin this.

"Here's your fucking ring," a lady says, walking into the room. The secretary follows behind her looking confused and slightly terrified.

"You can't just barge into my office, Olivia," Asher grunts.

"I couldn't leave it with your whore. Who knows if she might steal it? I know how precious it is to you, ex-fiancé," the lady continues.

Asher's face washes in embarrassment just as the secretary leaves the room in a rush. Well, damn.

I try not to look as I stare at the table.

"Olivia"

She places the ring box on it. I catch a whiff of her scent. It's so fucking familiar. Like the one on my sheets.

"Goodbye Asher!"

I turn to meet green eyes staring at me. They bulge out the second our gaze meet. Fuck no.

"You'll never find anyone like me," Asher snarled.

Olivia eyed me for a second and turned around, letting out a scoff.

"I never want a fucking asshole like you."

The tension in the room just got worse.

"Wonder why you're so miserable and lonely? No one wants you. You should be grateful I thought of marrying you because no one else would," Asher blurted.

"Oh really?" Olivia laughed hysterically and turned to me.

"Marry me."

"What?"