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Exclusively Yours - Episode 33



Exclusively Yours - Episode 33

Subtitle; {Please, Love Me}


Olivia's POV

It has been two complete weeks since the incident about Axel. Being the extremely good girl, and of course, wife, I didn't bring it up again with Riccardo.

After all, I haven't had time to do so. When I wasn't working on setting up the new company he built for me, I was with him—his hands wrapped around my waist or my legs wrapped around his. Either way, this week has been nothing short of exciting.

I can't even look anywhere in the house without blushing at the memories of us engaging in siñful and inappropriàte activities there. We were definitely not keeping it PG.

Riccardo has deeply ingrained himself in my body, mind, and soul within just a week. Discovering all my s+nsitive spots, he ensured to make me squirm under or on top of him each time, expertly pleasuring me.

He is an expert at making me feel good, and sometimes I wonder if I lack experience in reciprocating that pleasure to him.

I am sore, exhausted, thirsty, and sleepy after my morning workout. My whole body aches in different places, and I think I might pass out before reaching my room.

"Sunshine? Where are you, Sunshine?" His deep, rich, hoarse voice reached my ears as he climbed the stairs towards me, his dark eyes lighting up when he finally spotted me a few feet away from the gym exit. "Look at you. My beautiful wife is all sweaty."

He wasn't wrong.

"Come take a shower, and then I'll give you a massage."

"Really?" I jumped to my feet in front of him, expectantly. He nodded, his hair moving with him. "Thanks. I'd love that."

"I know. I am not the world's best husband for nothing."

I didn't even try to stop the scoff that escaped my mouth. "I don't recall you earning that title."

"But do you remember writhing beneath me, begging for my release inside you?" 

The sudden embarrassment overwhelmed me, making me wish the ground would swallow me. My cheeks burned beet red as I stared at him incredulously.

"What? We are the only ones here," he said nonchalantly. Before I could blink, he pulled me close, his hand around my waist. "You know, we haven't tried anything in this corner. Want to give it a shot?"

I glanced around, as if I hadn't been living there for two weeks, then back at my eager husband. "No."

"Why not?"

"I'm sweaty, tired, hungry, and thirsty, and you promised me a massage," I replied.

"We can still do all of that after—ouch." His words were cut off as I intentionally stepped on his foot. "That húrts, baby."


"Ow," he continued, feigning pàin but not releasing me. "Apologize."


"No, no, no," Riccardo said, acting as though my words shocked him. "Not with words, but with your mouth. Kiss me."

The offer was tempting, but I had to decline. "Nope."

"Geez, wifey, you're a tough one to crack," he admitted, pressing against me. 

"You're the one who's hard, not me," I teased.

"Oh, I know. How about we shower together? Save water and stuff?"


"Come on, Sunshine. How am I going to take care of this?" He gestured down to his bulge, then back at me, his eyes softening.

"I don't know," I shrugged, managing to pull out of his grip.

"You little meanie," he called after me as I closed the bathroom door, him chasing me for two minutes.

"You big meanie," I retorted.

"At least you admit that I'm bigger than you, my little one. I can see your shadow."

I shook my head, suppressing a grin as I continued to lather my body. Suddenly, something snapped me back to reality. "Shadow is in the gym, Riccardo. Go find him."


"Just go."

"No, I don't like him."

"He doesn't like you either."

"I know, especially when he sticks to you. He needs to go."

"Riccardo Jasper Torrence!" I learned his full name a few days ago and loved the way it felt rolling off my tongue. So, like any normal, totally sane person would do, I enjoy scaring him with it. "If anything happens to Shadow, I will cut off your d+ck and hang it out for display."

"Oh, I'm scared," he sarcastically retorted, and soon enough, his footsteps faded as he left.

This can't last forever, can it?

Riccardo and I engage in playful banter and laughter. Something will ruin it, won't it?


"Mhm...mhmm, yeah, just like that."

"You like this?" Riccardo's husky voice filled my ears, and I squirmed under his firm hold.

"Yeah," I whispered almost inaudibly because the pleasure was simply too much.

Just the act of Riccardo massaging my feet had my eyes rolling back in ecstasy. A m0@n, mixed with a whimper, escaped my parted lips, and I paid no attention to it.

I mean, how could I, with the person responsible for my feelings smirking down at me?

With his two hands on either side of me on the bed—his bed—his dark orbs shifting from my eyes to my lips that remained open without reservation.

Using one hand to hold his massive body up, preventing it from smothering me, he traced the tip of his thumb unsteadily against my quivering lips. His dark eyes grew even darker with lúst and hunger, and he groaned in frustration and restraint.

Instead of satisfying both of our desperate needs, he decided to tease me. First, he started kissing everywhere but my needy lips, then he sucked and bit down on the crook of my neck, obviously leaving his mark. All the while torturiñg me, he let his free hand slide from my aching br+àsts to my stomach, flicking my n+pplés between his skilled fingers.

"Riccardo, don't...stop...mhm," the incoherent words left my mouth as I drowned in pleasure.

"Is that a 'don't stop' or a 'stop'? I'm confused," he teased, brushing his soft, red, and kissable lips against my own.

Without a second thought, I pushed him back with my palms on his chest, rolling us over so that I was on top of him. My legs straddled his body, my lips immediately seeking his, and my fingers unsteadily trying to remove his sweatshirt.

Riccardo's hands gripped my hips, stopping me from grinding against his instant bulge with a grunt. His lids half-closed, his swollen lips parted. Soon, his hands swept my hair that draped over my shoulder as our gazes met.

His eyes filled with love, l+st, admiration, adoration, and more, while mine probably only held admiration for the man beneath me, breathless because of me, and a longing to have him deep inside me.

"What?" I breathed.

He smiled, his eyes darting from mine to my lips and back. "Nothing. Just admiring my gorgeous wife from this angle."

My cheeks immediately turned crimson, and I shyly bit my lower lip. "Really? Your wife is gorgeous?"

"Yes. The prettiest."

I tilted my head, furrowing my brows in feigned confusion and thoughtfulness. "More than me?"

The corner of his lips lifted in his teasing signature smirk. "You are my wife," he said, rolling us back so he was on top of me. "My beautiful, beautiful, darling wife." His lips trailed down my jaw, kissing me until he reached the wetness between my legs.

"Riccardo," I gasped as soon as his warm tongue touched me, arching my back instantly. "God, that feels good."

"Does it?" He taunted, his tongue sliding inside me, eliciting a loud m0@n. My fists clenched in his hair, unsure if I was pushing him further down or away from me.

My breath was being taken away in the most pleasurable way by the person I never thought could give me such satisfaction.

His tongue worked expertly, driving me closer to climax as he drank my juices, pulling my release closer.

The sudden ringing of my phone snapped me out of my fog. "Riccardo, phone," I said, not waiting for him to respond before getting up from my position.

Picking up my phone from the nightstand, I sighed at the caller's ID—Axel. I turned my head to face Riccardo, and as if he could see my phone from afar, his eyes dimmed darkly before he stood up and left my room, slamming the door, causing me to flinch.

Brushing my fingers through my hair, I muttered, "Hey, Axel."

"Hey, peach. How are you this morning?"

I twitched my lips to a corner before replying, "Good as always. What about you?"

"Same. Guess what?" His voice was giddy and happy.

I took my lower lip between my teeth, racking my brain for what got him so pumped up and when I couldn't, I simply sighed, shaking my head as if he could see me. "I dunno."

"I got mail today. It asks me if I'd love to be part of the candidates for Desert Life that starts next week. Can you believe that?"

I gasped, surprised by his news. "Wow, you love that show."

"I know! I'm so excited. I can't wait."

"Lucky you, bestie. Do you know the rest of the candidates?"

"No. It's a secret. I guess I'd meet them there."

I hummed softly, nodding my head in agreement. "You're right. Um, I gotta go. Talk to you later. The city will totally go ballistic over that news."

"I know," he muttered, his enthusiasm lowering for some reason unbeknownst to me.

"Byeeeee," I drawled out and hung up.

Throwing on Riccardo's hoodie, I padded to his office downstairs; it smells like him, the aftermath of rain, and strangely, I like it even though I hàte the rain. Without knocking, I let myself in, and knowing Riccardo by now, I'm certain he rolled his eyes.

"Riccardo," I called out softly, continuing my walk to him. He sat on his chair, working on something on his desk. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be Axel's call. I honestly thought it was work," I said, truthfully.

If I had known, I wouldn't have even attempted to get up. Yes, Axel is my best friend, and I love him, but that doesn't mean he gets a free pass to spoil my fun.

My husband made it his sole purpose to completely ignore my presence, even when I'm close to him.

I pouted my lips, turning his swivel chair to face me. "Sorry. Come on, forgive your gorgeous wife. I'm really sorry."

"Olivia," his frown deepened when I whined with a scrunched-up face. "No, you don't get to do that. You do not expect me to call you Sunshine when you are not acting like one."

God, I feel like I'm being yelled at by my parents. And normally, I would have shut him up and claimed to be right, but I'm wrong this time around.

I know I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't right on my part to just pull out like that.

Have I said how hot he looks when he is màd?

Gosh, I want to lick him.

"I don't care if it's Axel, Felicity, or work; I. Don't. Care. What I do care about is you immediately going away like I don't mean anything. I'm not your hookup, Olivia." His voice held no playfulness, and it made all teasingness vanish from me.

"I never said you were. I'm honestly and truly sorry. I didn't know it was Axel, I swear."

"I said I don't care." He abruptly stood up, causing me to step back.

"You do care," I unknowingly snapped, and when I realized what I did, I exhaled. "I'm sorry. Please, let's not fight; I'm not in the mood, and I'm tired. It won't happen again, I promise."

I needed to rest if I'm going to make it on time to the event tonight.

I waited patiently for my husband, Riccardo, to decide if he wants to forgive me or not. It's his choice, but I'll keep scores.

"I hàte Axel."


"I know."

"I hàte that he is important to you."



"If I had it my way, I don't want you being friends with him."

I don't know where the héck this is going, but I don't like it.

Over the past couple of days, Riccardo and I have become friends, and yes, before you say, "friends don't kiss and have s+x," I would have you know that I'm legally married to him.

"Since I don't have it my way, I do not want him interrupting our time. I'm

"Since I don't have things my way, I don't want him interrupting our time. I'm serious, Olivia." 

Is it possible to hàte the sound of your own name coming from that person's mouth? 

"Right, I understand. I'm sorry." 

He opened his arms and with a quick glance at his dazzling eyes, I stepped into his embrace, instantly melting into him. 

This is what I fearéd; becoming too comfortable in his arms. I'm terrifiéd of getting used to his presence, his smiles, grins, and smirks, his words and kisses, his touches, and the way he looks at me - I'm scared of falling into his black holes and, instead of being scared, feeling content in them. 

What is happening to me? 

Riccardo pulled back and stared down at me the way he always does, the way that makes my heart thump and thump and thump until I can hear it beating. "That shirt looks good on you." 

"It's not a shirt, it's a hoodie," I corrected, looking up at him. 

"Same thing." 

"No, it's not." 

"I think it is." 

"Well, you're wrong." 


I whined again, pouting my lips like a sick puppy. 

"I meant to say Sunshine," he playfully booped my nose with his index finger. I quickly brightened up, beaming a wide smile. "Love you." 

It's not like I like hearing him say that or anything. But, when he says it, I want it to be completed. 

I feigned confusion, furrowing my brows quizzically. "Who loves me?" 

He chuckled. "I love you."


That's better.

TBC 📖✍️

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