The Untouchables (Ruthless People 2)

However, from what I had learned, this went far deeper than just Aviela’s hatred for the Giovannis. And I now knew that we seriously needed to go to Ireland.

“What’s going on?” She frowned, looking over my face as if she were reading something.

“Later?” I said, kissing her lips. “Olivia wants to handle this at the Manor. We can talk after that.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded.

We would go home, we would watch Olivia kill Harvey, and then I’d have to explain to my wife why my “mistress” was part of a much bigger puzzle.

FOURTEEN

“Silence is never the answer; unless the equation is murder.”

—Silent Assassin

LIAM

“Jesus Christ, Mel.” I sighed, falling beside her.

“Tired already?” she whispered, kissing down my sweaty chest. She was trying to kill me.

“Mel, we need to…” I started to say, but the moment her mouth wrapped around my cock, I couldn’t open my eyes, let alone speak.

What number was this? Fifth? Sixth?

I didn’t know, or care. Her mouth was heaven, and her stamina was hell.

“We need to what, husband?” she said, as she licked the tip of my cock and watched me lose my mind and my will. At her lips, hands and eyes, I was powerless.

“Well?” she asked, squeezing me once more, and before I could speak, her mouth surrounded me again.

She moved so fucking slow it was painful. I was dying.

“Fuck!” I snapped, pulling her hair and forcing her onto her back. My wife wanted more than just sex, she wanted control, she wanted to fight me here and now, and a part of me knew she wanted me to dominate her.

Her red nails scratched my chest as she pushed, trying her best to get me to lie back so I could be her bitch.

“NO!” I yelled in her face, pinning her hands above her head.

Her nostrils flared, but I could see the amusement in her eyes. I didn’t want amusement.

I grabbed a hold of my cock, but the bitch closed her legs.

“Have it your way, then,” I told her, as I released my grip on her and flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could even move, I grabbed her ass and thrust forward.

“Ahh…” she moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

“My sweet wife…” I called to her, as I kissed her shoulder and made my way up the side of her neck. I pulled out, only to slam deeper within her.

“Liam…”

“You’ve pushed the wrong man, wife. You can’t keep tempting me like this,” I told her, grabbing hold of her ass as I fucked her hard.

She tried to speak, but she was now in the same position I was in: speechless, on the edge. Gripping onto the edge of our bed, she held on tightly, causing the bed to rock with us.

“Oh no, wife…” I murmured, pulling her back. I held her breasts, letting her ride me. Her hands flew back in search of my hair, pulling roughly when they found it.

“Liam…fuck…” she moaned, and I couldn’t help but grin.

“That’s what I’m doing, love,” I grunted, as I kissed her spine before I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Liam…”

“Hold on…” I moaned, trying my best to fight it, but I couldn’t. Not with her. Not like this.

“Mel!” I gasped as I came with her, before falling into a heap of tangled limbs.

Pulling out, I lay next her, breathing in the scent of our sex.

“Damn you,” she whispered, brushing the hair off her face. She looked so fucking wild, so beautifully fucked that I wanted her again. My cock was going to fall off.

“Damn you. This is your fault anyway.” I uttered, wanting nothing more than to kiss her.

She smirked, sitting up and allowing me to see not only her perfect breasts, but the small bump that was her stomach. Getting up, I pulled her to me.

“Urgh, you’re sweaty.” She laughed.

“So are you!” I replied, rolling my eyes. “And neither of us would be sweaty right now had you not jumped me in the car.”

“I did not jump you. I simply touched you,” she stated, relaxing in my arms.

I loved when she was this way with me.

“You grabbed my cock. You may as well have jumped me.”

The plan was get home, kill Harvey, have a talk. But did my wife ever listen to my plans? No. Instead, she grabbed my cock and because I’m addicted to her, there was no going back. We fucked in the car. We were all over each other in the hall and then we ended up fucking against the wall of our room before we ended up on the bed.

She brushed back my hair, staring into my eyes. “I was hungry for you and now that I’ve fed that hunger, I hunger for some real food.”

“Chocolate is not food, love.” I smirked, causing her to glare at me.

“Food is anything I say it is, Liam. Now go get me some s’mores,” she demanded, doing her best to push me off the bed.

I loved her.

Rolling off the bed, I watched as she stretched out before wrapping the sheets around herself. “I’m going, jeez. But you better eat something healthier…”

But before I could finish, she smacked my ass. Turning to her quickly, I found her smirking. “You put it in my face, what else was I supposed to do?” The innocent way she said it was criminal.

Leaning down, I kissed her deeply before breaking away. “Those are the kind of touches that will get you fucked mercilessly again.”

“Feed me and we can talk about it,” she said before leaning up to kiss me once more.

I never wanted this to end, but it had to, at least for the moment.

“I’ll get the s’mores. But get cleaned up, we need to at least figure out what’s going on with Olivia.” And then she needed to pack.

Brushing her hand across my face, she sat up. “Or you can call someone to bring it to us while we get cleaned up together. I could hold off eating for a shower.”

The moment she kissed me, biting my bottom lip, I knew I was a goner.

Damn her. Damn her.

MELODY

“Ma’am,” Monte said, handing me a plate of s’mores along with a glass of milk as I sat in the basement.

Apparently, Liam and I hadn’t missed anything, even with the extra long shower we took.

Olivia was supposed to handle this on her own, but she refused to see Harvey. She wasn’t ready to face the monster yet. You would think she’d be dying to slit the motherfucker’s throat, but no. She was bloody hiding.

Liam had gone to get her—i.e. knock some fucking sense into her—leaving me alone with the rapist. That sounded horrible…for him. He was still gagged and bound to the wall. His was shirt ripped, his leather pants were almost to his ankles; he looked as if he just came out of a bondage club alright; it was overall a pitiful sight. His hair was greasy, his mustache seemed as if it were drawn on with a sharpie and his eyes were cold.

This was the piece of shit she didn’t want to face? I was expecting more.

“I don’t understand females, Monte,” I told him as I stared at Harvey, and ate my s’more.

“If you don’t, ma’am, there’s no hope for the rest of us.”

“How would you kill him?” I asked, causing Harvey’s eyes to widen as he stared at us. “If it was your lover he had raped, what would you do him?”