Prized Possession

[Author wrote this chapter while listening to Shaed's song titled Trampoline. You can listen to it for a premium reading experience.]

Trailing kisses from her shoulders up to her neck, Maxen found Olivia's sweet spot when she arched her back and gasped for air, her mouth formed like a perfect 'O'. And like a kid rewarded for his hard work, Maxen licked his prized candy—the skin behind Olivia's earlobe—while enjoying the piercing pain of her claws digging on his muscled back.

Maxen lifted his face and locked gazes with Olivia. The surrounding air cracked like fireworks; intense and explosive.

Breathing labored pants through his half open mouth, he pressed his thumb on her bottom lip, lightly tugging it down to reveal a peep of her pearly whites. And as if Maxen pushed Olivia's carnal button, he saw her eyes flickered with mischievousness right before she lifted her head and bit his thumb. He rolled his lips and watch with bated breath as she closed her eyes and suckled it like a good girl before releasing it with a pop.

"F*ck," Maxen cursed, releasing with it his inner beast as he pressed himself down on Olivia, kissing her like a wild man; nipping and sucking her lips before pushing his tongue in, dancing with hers as he pressed his erection on her pencil skirt. Olivia moaned in between kisses, her pink slit below clenched tight, drenching in its own juices with how demanding and intoxicating Maxen's kisses were.

Oh. Good. Lord. She fought back and bit his lips when she felt herself doused in arousal. Her drought thankfully quenched and they haven't gotten to the best part yet.

He wiped the corner of his lip as he pulled away from their kiss and hooked his finger on the strap of Olivia's top and said, "Do you know… I've been dying to pull this strap all night." And as if it was her cue, Olivia pushed Maxen with her fingertips and stood on one leg while the other kneeled in between Maxen's thighs.

He watched with fervor and lust as he leaned on the couch, his head supported by his forearm which rested on top of the couch's rest. A sexy smile slowly tugged on his lips as he watched in appreciation and felt himself burn when Olivia slowly lifted her top revealing her cupped breasts with a strapless white bra. Maxen raked his eyes up and down, drinking in every curve on Olivia's body whose skin sparkled like glitter dust under the glow of the crystal chandelier.

The sight of Olivia's tits that jiggle deliciously drove him mad with need for her body that he stretched his legs and unbuckled his belt. He opened his fly and slid his hand inside his pants to pull out his thick erection. He leisurely stroked himself making Olivia smirk, amused at how Maxen looked like a horny teenager watching his first ever porn. And so the show must go on, twisting her hip towards his face, Maxen extended an arm and did the honor of unzipping her skirt, pooling it on the floor.

When all that was left were her matching white lingerie, Olivia straddled herself on Maxen's lap, her hands planted on the couch's rest. She swiped her index finger over the pre-cum that glistened on the tip of Maxen's cock, bringing it to her mouth and tasting it.

Her naughty little action made Maxen take a sharp breath and he tightened his hold on her waist. And while the two smiled sweetly to each other, their eyes mirrored a raging intensity of libido.

"Anything else you want to remove, Max?" Olivia coyly asked, grasping his free hand and guiding it to her back. He peeled himself away from the couch and planted a soft kiss on Olivia's lips as he unclasped the hook of her strapless bra with one hand like the pro that he was. He leaned back and worshipped his prized possession, his eyes darted from her eyes down to her chest. Olivia held his hands with hers and let him cup her warm breast that fit perfectly in his hands.

As if hypnotized by her hardened nipples, the urge to milk it made Maxen peel away yet again from the couch, his hand supported Olivia's peach ass as he grazed his teeth from the side of her breast to her nipple before darting out his tongue, playfully flicking it up, down, and around, popping it in his mouth and sucking it as if he was pulling a cherry out of its stem.

"Aaaaaah," Olivia dropped her head back, her legs clasped tighter on Maxen's lap. She grabbed a handful of his hair when he dragged his tongue across to the lonely pair of cherry that waited for his salvation. Coming down from her high, she pushed Maxen back on the sofa and tried to yank his bow tie but it sadly refused to cooperate.

Olivia hissed when she couldn't untie the damn thing and eagerly moved her hands down to his shirt's buttons instead earning her a chuckle from Maxen. "You're keeping that bow tie on. You're God's gift to the ladies anyway, Your Highness."

In a beat, a smug lopsided smile painted her face at the breathing sculpture pinned under her.

She stripped him off his dress shirt and traced her fingers on Maxen's toned chest.

RIIIIP!

"What the heck?" Olivia gasped when the loud ripping of her thong reverberated in the living room.

"You won't be needing that, baby. I'll go buy a whole store tomorrow so I can rip one out each night," Maxen said, pushing her up and tugging the ripped thong away from her. He cupped her mound and slid his finger in her damp pink slit to wet his digit and inserted it inside her. One. Two Fingers. In and out in slow tortuous movements. He lunged to her chest and breathed up on her neck as he planted more kisses on her body, owning every inch of her skin.

His words, however, had overridden the ecstasy that he was giving Olivia as she did mental calculations on which approach to take to save money: buy the product or just buy the whole company? If he will rip one each night, might as well buy the company, right? She was so lost in thought she didn't realize Maxen stopped.

"Baby, your nose is bleeding," Maxen panicked and grabbed the closest clothing item to him, pressing it on her nose. He abruptly stood and zipped up his pants, rushing to the main door to bark orders to the three security detail outside. Locking the door, he strode back to the couch, his unbuckled belt made clanging noises. He bent down and picked up his white shirt and Olivia's ripped underwear which he sneakily tucked into his pants pocket.

"Let's move to your bedroom before the royal physician comes over," Maxen said, covering Olivia with his dress shirt and gingerly fastened the buttons to cover her naked chest because in his haste earlier he picked up her top and used it as a tourniquet to her bleeding nose.

"Let's stay here. I don't like strangers in my bedroom," Olivia said flatly which earned her a raised eyebrow from Maxen.

"Okay… can I at least grab a blanket to cover your legs?"

Olivia contemplated for a second but caved in when she got shy to walk naked with Maxen around after all their heat extinguished into thin air. "Last door to your right."

Maxen came back with a white duvet and pillows and prepared a makeshift bed on the couch for Olivia. Surprise was written all over his face while he washed his hands in the kitchen sink upon hearing the doorbell ring in less than ten minutes.

That quick?

He opened the door for the guest and saw Jack looking disheveled, his forehead dripped with sweat, a contrast to a smiling doctor beside him.

"Good evening, Sir. Do you live in the area? That was fast," Maxen shook hands with the man in his fifties who had a stethoscope hanging over his neck and a black leather medical bag clutched in his other hand.

The doctor bowed and chuckled at how surprised Maxen was.

"I was called in earlier, Your Highness, and stayed just to make sure everything is alright before midnight."

Maxen scrunched his brows, he was never informed about the royal physician being called earlier so he asked, "If you don't mind me asking, why were you called in earlier?"

The royal physician cleared his throat and gave Maxen a derisive look. 'You don't have to pretend, Your Highness. Your secret is safe with me,' he thought to himself yet did not utter a word, afraid to lose his job in the process. "Your guest had a 'nosebleed' earlier, Your Highness, but I was informed as soon as my arrival that my service was no longer needed."

Maxen maintained a straight face as he led the royal physician to the living room yet his eyes never left Olivia, his mind ran in circles as to what exactly happened while he was out and why he was not informed about it.

The royal physician assessed the crime scene.

Messy hair, check.

Topless Prince, check.

Gorgeous lady wearing His Highness's shirt, check.

He lifted a corner of his lip in mockery as he checked the poor lady splayed on the couch. He need not check this lady's vitals. It was clear as day as how rough their hanky-panky went down that night.