48 - Starry Night

"It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done."

― Vincent Van Gogh

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

They made it beautiful, the whole day. Their kisses and touches were lingering, their words softer, eyes gentler. They held me as if someone was

going to rip us apart, they held me as if someone was going to hurt us. I held back tighter.

It felt weird. I had just met these men and yet it felt as if there had always been an empty place in my heart for them and when they came, they took it and it didn't feel sudden, it didn't feel unfamiliar, it felt right as if my heart had been waiting for them.

We were standing in front of 'Starry Night' in the Museum of Modern art.

"It looks like it's made by five years old," Zavier commented, wrapping his arms around me from the back and setting his chin on my head.

"I think seven," Xerxes, who was standing on my right, said. I huffed. "You don't have eyes, both of you."

"We do," Zavier said, his hand gripping my hip. "I can see how your little body looks in this fucking jeans. Are you trying to kill me?"

"Too soon," I grumbled, cheeks heating up. He chuckled.

"I think it's good," Ashton, who was standing on my left, said as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. I had given up trying to get them to stop touching me in public. Even though there weren't many people here, I could still feel everyone looking at us. The kings of the city with a girl.

"One of you has taste," I muttered. "Can we go?" Zavier asked.

"Let's go." I nodded, taking one last look at the painting.

We walked out of the museum. The limousine stopped right in front of us. Ashton opened the door for me and I slid in, followed by him. Zavier and Xerxes sat opposite us.

Xerxes grabbed me, putting me on his lap. I closed my eyes, snuggling into him as he removed my heels.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded. We had spent the whole day together and now I was exhausted. Their promise of pleasure was still burning in my head but I was too tired.

I fell asleep soon, safe in his strong arms.

. . .

XERXES CREED

I watched her as she slept.

She slept so peacefully. She was at ease around me, in my arms. With my previous subs, I had them in my arms sometimes when they needed it. I'd don't like being unnecessarily brutal to them. They looked content in my

arms like Olivia did right now, but I never felt the sense of satisfaction that I felt right now when I held anyone else.

They had been there for my pleasure, Olivia was here for my everything.

She thought I cheated on her. It was funny and Claudia sure used an alarming amount of perfume for it to linger on my arm for so long. I could never let anyone touch Olivia but us, and I did not feel the need to touch anyone but Olivia, touching her was enough, more than enough.

I knew I was obsessed with her. With everything about her. Seeing her for the first time had been weird. She felt irritating in the start, like an insect I could get off the damn windshield. But then I saw her again, in the central park, walking around with a sketchbook in her hand. Then again. Then again. And before I knew it I was mesmerized.

We got a file on her which had all her details. Her fucked up family, her bad past, her height, and even the amount of times she had gone to a dentist, which was a lot. We knew everything about her but understood nothing.

And then we talked to her. It had been a quick decision. We were passing through Brooklyn to go to a man's house, sometimes we liked to collect debts ourselves, and Zavier was driving. He had stopped the car in front of Cassandra's cafe.

"We are going in," he had said. "I can't fucking take it anymore."

And then we went in. Her fear had been apparent, so had her desire. With stuttering words, nervous glances, she had felt so small in the big city. After then, it was impossible to even try staying away from her.

She squirmed in her sleep, frowning. I ran my hand through her silky hair and she stopped moving, her frown disappearing.

My phone buzzed.

Michael - Ten bombed. 50 dead. I expect a raise.

I smirked.

"It's done?" Zavier asked.

I nodded, pressing a kiss to Olivia's forehead. She smiled in her sleep. "Ten warehouses bombed successfully."

"That ought to lure him out," Ashton said, flipping through the book he was reading.

"We'll bomb more if it doesn't," I spoke softly, taking Olivia's hand in mine. "Kill as many as we have to." I pressed a kiss to her hand.

"Whos going to be there tomorrow at the safe house?" Zavier asked me.

"Dante, for a week," I said, my jaw clenching. I didn't want her to go but this was the right choice for me. That safe house was new, no one knew shit about it.

He hummed. We were not happy with her going but if one of our safehouse's locations was exposed, how safe could the mansion be? I wasn't willing to gamble that.

We just had to put possessiveness over our woman aside for some days while we dealt with Alexi. Then, she'd be back. We would live in the city as she did her school and we could be normal, as normal as it could be between us.

She woke up when we reached the mansion, eyes energetic as she walked inside the mansion.

I had considered not doing anything to her, letting her rest for the flight but...

My eyes went to her ass, trapped in the dark jeans she was wearing.

"Little love," I said. She blinked up at me. I bent down to whisper in her ear. "Go to the mirror room, take your clothes off, and kneel near the door." I kissed her neck as she shivered. Dirty little whore. "We'll be there soon."

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