Chapter 89 Under her control

Olivia's body was drenched in a cold sweat as she crawled backwards, retreating from the monster approaching like an animal ready to pounce and dominate. His eyes shone with rage, his chest rising and falling from anger. She had never seen Pedro in such a way before.

The way he tugged at his jeans and pulled them down roughly, the whip in his hand, was frightening. Olivia swallowed hard when her back slammed into the headboard. She was trapped with no way out.

The devil was in front of her now completely naked. His cock sprouted out like some hard weapon ready to fuck someone's life out.

“On your knees and bent over,” he ordered as he climbed on the bed. Olivia shook her head in denial, tears lingered in her eyes when he grabbed her by the hair and forcefully pulled her to him.

“Ahh,” she winced in pain when he shoved her down, making her lie on her belly in one go. Ripped her dress open.

“By the time I'm done fucking you, no man will ever touch what's mine!” He growled and spanked her ass so hard that she bit her lower lip, keeping herself from screaming.

“S-stop it now!” Olivia shouted, turning around. By now, she was only in her bra and panties. Pedro seemed angry at her reaction. The anger in his eyes was his appetizer. Something which drove him even more mad to have her pinned and fucked.

“Stop it now, okay,” she yelled as tears flooded her face. Both anger and frustration resided in her heart as she slowly went to her knees. Both were on the bed staring at each other. She saw how his eye color changed when she yelled at him.

Slowly but surely, Olivia crawled forward, taking her time, her hands extended forward and reached for his chest. Pedro didn't dare move, he seemed frozen in place.

“It's not every time you have to get angry,” she muttered and slipped her wrist around him, drew him closer and rested her head on his chest. She could feel his heart racing rapidly. With ease, her hand traced around until she found his hand holding the whip. Carefully, she took it from him and tossed it away. He didn't utter a word. He seemed to be under her control.

“We can settle this the easy way… my way,” she moved away and said, staring deep into his eyes. Olivia saw how calm he was. She was just testing the waters, she knew this was suicide, knowing Pedro's behavior was unpredictable. But putting up a brave front, she gripped his arms and slowly flipped him until she was on top of him.

“Lie down,” she pushed him down the mattress with light moves. He complied as his back connected with the soft mattress. Olivia heaved in relief and adjusted comfortably on top of him, she was sitting on his hard cock. Her hands moved to his chest.

“Focus on me,” she muttered and lowered down to him, Pedro kept her eyes on her as she licked on his abs. Olivia smirked when his body twitched, he was getting a reaction even when she licked higher until she reached his chest. To make it more exciting, she started humping him. Grinding on his hard dick that his hands automatically grabbed her delicate arms. Olivia was in full mode as she increased her pace, her mouth found his tiny nipple and bit it down playfully, a hiss came from Pedro who immediately sat up.

“Stop it,” he growled, reaching for her face. Her lashes lifted and met with his sharp gaze. Olivia parted her lips and took half of his thumb near her lips in her mouth and sucked on it. Pedro was turned on as he slipped his free hand down her back and grabbed her ass.

“There's a difference between f**king and making love,” she muttered and cupped his face. His beard was soft and prickly, Olivia scooped closer to him until her chest rested on his. Pedro caressed the back of her ears gently, she was sensitive and hence leaned more to his touch.

“I don't want some mafia man right now,” she sucked on his neck and used her finger to twist and pull on his nipple. Pedro's eyes shut completely as he slowly tugged at her panties and in one go, pulled it hard until it snapped, he tossed it away. By now they were flesh on flesh. Olivia felt his hard cock sliding up her swollen pussy,

“I want Pedro with me tonight… forget your rules and dominating side… let's go one on one, just us making love,” she muttered and ran her tongue up his cheek and stopped at his mouth. Her eyes opened and met with his intense gaze. His hand traced up her neck, his fingers brushing lightly on her skin. A cold shiver ran through her body when he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her close.

“You can't have me in that way, it's dangerous,” Pedro muttered looking straight into her eyes, Olivia saw something in his eyes. There was pain, sadness, and possessiveness. Above all fear, she had known Pedro for a while, and the man never feared anything or anyone. He followed his own rules, so what was he afraid of?

“Why, is there someone else?” She asked and slowly reached her hand down, Pedro was stunned when she raised her hips higher, grabbed his cock and positioned herself until he slid in her wet entrance, a low groan came from Pedro whose grip on her tightened. He was fully inside her, hard and throbbing.

“Is there another woman, huh?" she asked again and started grinding on him. The more she did, the more his grip on her tightened. Olivia's eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feel of him. The way his body reacted drove her insane, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Parted her lips and bit his flesh.

“Mmm,” she moaned in pleasure when he jerked up, thrusting a little as if encouraging her. By now both were in full lust mode, moving their hips in unison, trying to get deeper and taste the sweetness of sex.

Olivia was a mess as she shoved him down the mattress, her hair fell on him when she laid down halfway and continued moving in circles, her body whispering. Pedro's hands gripped her ass and pushed himself up.

She was torturing him, biting his nipples while playing with the other. She was in full control giving it to him,

The night was young and different, Olivia was surprised at how calm he was, even when he flipped her beneath him and started thrusting in, he didn't use force. She saw his soft gaze. It was almost impossible for her to believe Pedro listened to her. Once they felt their first orgasm, both collapsed in each other's arms, breathing heavily as they kissed and felt each other.

Olivia was on top of him with her head resting on his chest, “Tell me about yourself… your childhood… I want to know what my mafia man used to be like when he was young,” she muttered after catching her breath, Pedro remained quiet. There was no reaction from him. Glancing up at him, she found him blankly staring at the ceiling.

“Some things are better left unsaid, it's safer that way,” he said, and prepared to get out of bed when she pinned him down.

“I saw a photo of a brown-haired woman in your room… who is she?” She asked, wanting to make him open up, “your mother right, she was beautiful… how did she die?” Olivia added, smiling faintly when the mood around changed. Pedro's expression darkened at the mention of his mother. Olivia saw anger in his eyes.

“Don't ask, for the sake of it,” saying that, she shoved her aside. Got out of bed and walked to the door. Olivia prompted on her elbows and watched as he opened the door, walked out and slammed it shut. With a long sigh, she pushed her hair off her face. Knowing full well, she was going to have a hard time getting Pedro to open up.

“I'll fix you, don't worry, I won't give up so easily,” she muttered, giving her word for it, he saved her life. The least she could do was return the favor. What she witnessed between her and Pedro was something she knew would be beautiful, all he needed was love and understanding. He listened to her just a few minutes ago. Smiling to herself, Olivia wrapped the sheets around herself and decided to leave the room.