Chapter 82 His queen

Olivia exhaled heavily, hugging her shoulders to keep warm. She relaxed as the helicopter was descending, ready to land. She wasn't used to this kind of life, it seemed Pedro had something planned out. It was the morning when Pedro woke her up to something like that. We are going somewhere private.

Nothing new about his dominating side, having had a long night, she chose to go with him.

Hence, as soon as the helicopter landed, Pedro was the first one to jump out and extended his hand to help her out. This was the first time Olivia was feeling nervous, everything about him scared her. His penetrating gaze, his protectiveness, frightened her. Looking up, Olivia was greeted by the waves of the sea and the cold breeze blowing.

“You are okay,” he muttered as soon as she got off, and the man wrapped his arm around her waist, slamming her against his hard frame.

“I'm… I'm okay, but…” she stuttered, tucking a few strands of hair blown over her face by the strong wind from the helicopter.

“Come,” Pedro said as he led her away and the helicopter took to the skies. Olivia loved the sea, and the fact that their destination was in the middle of the sea in a luxurious yacht made her feel butterflies in her stomach. The exterior of the yacht was enough to tell her Pedro was a wealthy man. Nothing like the ordinary “do you like it,” Pedro asked when they entered inside what seemed like a small sitting room with beautiful gold and white sofas.

“It's lovely,” Olivia muttered, smiling faintly as her eyes wandered around. Pedro gave a half smile and left her side. “Just how rich are you, I mean, I don't see you working or visiting the office?” Pedro was a mafia. Everyone knew mafia men were no ordinary men, they were wealthy as f**k. Had in possession things even people who called themselves rich didn't have. Yet, he never worked as most did. The last time he said he visited the company was when she introduced her to his employees.

“It's nothing… just feel free and enjoy this,” he muttered, glancing at her and popping open a bottle of champagne. Olivia pouted and watched him pour the fizzy, colorless drink into two glasses.

“Here…relax…enjoy yourself,” he said, handing her a glass. Olivia, being in the mood to relax, took it and smiled. There was something about Pedro found strange, the man had his principles, his bizarre and ridiculous rules. It was like he lived in his world and, like a fool, she was beginning to like his world. Was it her or Pedro was treating her like a queen.

“You are thinking,” the man said, pointing at her with a glass, startled, Olivia was pushed into his lap when he sat on the armrest and rested his head on her back. “What are you thinking about?” He mumbled while rubbing his face against her back. The fabric she was wearing caused friction, which had him closing his eyes. Such warmth he craved .

“I saw an old photo album back in the den… is… I mean, your grandfather?” Olivia muttered, sucking in her breath when Pedro planted a kiss on her back. The warmth from his breath sent a shiver throughout her body.

“Hmm,” the man hummed and wrapped his arms around her front and exhaled. “He was the most powerful and feared man…. Not many opposed him… he was rebellious and respected,” Pedro added, knowing his grandfather was the greatest Italian mafia that ever existed. He was ruthless and generous at the same time.

“So you take after him?” Olivia asked after a long sip of her champagne. It was a good time to talk to him. She made it her mission to find out what the man was all about.

“No… I'm tamed and not so generous… I don't give a fuck about lives… I take what, I feel, is mine and not mine,” the man surprised her with his statement. Olivia was baffled,

“Isn't that just being bad?” she asked with a small frown when he flipped her around, startling Olivia when the glass slipped from her hand and was caught by Pedro.

“What's wrong with you?” she exclaimed, accompanied by a low gasp when she ended up sitting in his lap with her legs crossed to his sides while his hand cupped her face.

“Baby girl, I like being bad… In fact, right already I'm having bad thoughts and all… have your pretty name written on them,” he whispered while tracing his fingers, from her nape traveling down to her arm. Pedro leaned down and kissed her collarbone, grabbing the back of her neck firmly and pushing her forward. Olivia's mouth hung open as her hands rested on his shoulders.

“Pedro,” always moaned, escaped her parted lips when he sucked on her flesh. It was difficult to ignore what he did to her. The kind of lust he made her want to taste.

“I'm fucking bad in every way… I'm the devil himself, baby girl,” he rumbled while nibbling her flesh with lust. Worshiping her with his mouth that she squirmed in need.

“But for now… I got you this,” he stopped just when she was starting to enjoy herself. Right when her soul was beginning to open up in readiness to invite the sinister devil in.

Cupping her face, Olivia bit her bottom lip and tried to control herself.

“You look even more beautiful when turned on… do you want me to fuck you so badly,” Pedro said in between chuckles, loving the damage he was causing. Truly, the woman was in the mood. But he had other plans. Grabbing the pink shopping bag from him. Olivia wiggled out of his hold and climbed off him.

“Get ready sweetheart… I'll be waiting outside,” he said with a smirk and planted a kiss on her cheek before drawing back. His gaze fell on her, and she swore things were about to get dirty.

“Hmm” she turned away when Pedro left “rascal,” Olivia muttered and walked the other way hoping to find a bedroom. The good thing about wealthy men, they knew just what to do with their money. Of course, spoiling their women was one of them. Olivia found the room and pushed the door open. Like she expected, it was spacious and extravagant. Smelled like vanilla and fruit, she liked the mixture of fragrances. Keeping that aside, she concentrated on what was in the bag, and as soon as she dug inside, her hands caught the soft fabric. She knew the man was insane.

“Ahh, how dare he” it was frustrating to find a sexy pink bikini, forget that when she wore it? Everything was exposed. To keep herself from looking like a sex worker. She grabbed a bathroom from the couch and put it on, so she could cover up.

With all done, she pinned her hair in a bun and left. When Olivia walked out to the open space. It was already getting dark. Shifting her eyes, she spotted the man naked, although wearing his boxers, but he was completely nude and dripping hot. He caught her staring and smirked.

“Come, baby," he called to her, Olivia had no choice but to go. It was going to be a long night.