Chapter 6

6

A fter cleaning up with us, Whitney hung out with some of the club women. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation she was feeling, especially since just about every woman here had fucked Elijah at some point.

I’d file for divorce faster than any man could tell me no.

Yawning, I walked up the stairs to my room, wanting a nap. I was exhausted. I’d barely gotten any sleep the night before, still too wound up and pissed off about Elijah. But now that I’d basically helped clean and scrub down the entire clubhouse, sleep was finally calling my name.

I fully intended to take advantage of it.

I cringed when Whitney laughed. The sound was obnoxious, and it grated on my nerves. It always had. I hated when she came around.

I squeaked when Elijah suddenly stepped out of his room, stepping into my path. I swallowed nervously, my heart rate skyrocketing. “Been waiting for you to bring your ass up here for two hours now, Olivia,” he rumbled.

I took a shaky step backward. His wife was just downstairs. This wasn’t a good idea. In fact, it was a horrible one. If she caught us, I didn’t have a fucking leg to stand on.

He reached out and grabbed my upper arms, his hands like gentle, steel bands around my slender arms. “Your wife—”

His expression darkened at the mention of her, making me swallow thickly. “Fuck my wife,” he growled. “I want you.”

Before I could do or say anything, his lips covered mine. Instantly, I was lost in him. Tingles shot through my body as I linked my arms around his neck. With a muttered curse against my lips, he gripped me beneath my thighs and lifted me up. I linked my legs around him, grinding against his hard cock as he strode further up the hall to my room near the end.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, kicking it closed behind us. I moaned when he pressed my back against the wooden door, his lips now moving over my neck, nipping and sucking lightly at the skin, darkening it with love bites.

“Elijah,” I whimpered. God, how did he feel so good ?

“Easy,” he rasped. “I’m going to take care of you. Just give me time,” he mumbled.

He yanked my strapless shirt down and cupped my tits. I arched my back, thrusting my chest forward. He squeezed each tit before twisting and pulling at my nipple. I gasped and grabbed his face, dragging it back to mine so I could taste his lips again.

His tongue tangled with mine as he gently set me on my feet, his fingers making quick work of my clothes. Then, he spun me around. I bent over at my waist, not even having to be told, and wiggled my ass in his direction.

He groaned as he ran his hands over the globes of my ass. “So fucking perfect,” he rasped.

Perfect .

I’d never been called perfect before.

I clenched my eyes shut tightly. I was reading too much into this. He was fucking married . And even then, if he wanted me to be his old lady, I’d refuse. He was cheating on his wife while she was in the same damn building. Who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same to me?

He slid inside of me slowly, both of us savoring the feeling of him filling me. Then, he gripped my hips and began to pound in and out of me. My tits swayed back and forth with each thrust. My hands were flattened against the door, and I was thrusting back on him as hard as he was thrusting into me.

“Elijah, I need – I need—” I gasped, unable to get my words out.

He reached around me and rubbed my clit. I detonated, coming around him. He kept rubbing me, and before I could stop it, I squirted all over him. He groaned my name in appreciation, fucking me even harder. My hands slipped, and I fell forward, the new angle now letting him slide deeper.

“Oh, fuck yes, doll,” he rasped. “Don’t know why I never fucked you sooner, Olivia.”

Fuck, I didn’t either because he felt fucking amazing inside my cunt.

“More,” I pleaded.

And he gave me more. He slid his hands over my back as he pounded in and out of me. Then, he did the last thing I expected.

His thumb probed at my ass. I moaned at the feeling. I hadn’t been taken in my ass yet, but if Elijah wanted to fuck my ass, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to deny him.

“God, this hole is so fucking tight ,” he groaned.

“Never,” I gasped, trembling, “been taken there,” I sucked in a sharp breath of air, “before.”

He gripped my hips. “That’s changing today, doll.”