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Exclusively Yours - Episode 34



Exclusively Yours - Episode 34

Subtitle; {Please, Love Me}

Riccardo's POV

In the twenty-seven years of my life, I have never wanted anything so bàdly that I couldn't be normal without it. I have never been so fascinated by someone, even in my high school days, to want to hold them so close to me. But ever since I laid my eyes on a smiling dancing girl, I needed to have her.

I have always been a man of great restraint, but seeing her standing in front of the mirror in her long black dress that hugged her body like a second skin made me lose all the self-control I thought I had. All I wanted right at this very moment was to sneak up on her, wrap my hands around her small waist, and kiss her neck.

Olivia hissed, struggling to zip up her dress at the back. Her attempts were adorably cute, bringing a smile to my face as I watched her from her doorstep. Another hiss slipped out of her mouth, and I decided to relieve her stress by helping her.

Slowly and soundlessly, I made my way to her, and as soon as my figure showed in her standing mirror, she stilled but didn't turn back. With a gentle sweep of her hair over her shoulders, which I made sure lingered as long as possible, I leaned my mouth to her ear. My eyes looked at hers through the mirror as I zipped up the dress.

"You're looking stunning, Sunshine," I whispered into her ear before taking her earlobe into my wet mouth and sucking on it.

Olivia gasped at the action but didn't stop me. Her eyelids fluttered closed when my mouth moved from her earlobe down to her neck, where she wore a little star necklace that she never took off.

I don't know why the necklace is so important to her, but I am sure I will find out soon.

"You look ravishing," I swept her hair back from her shoulder to her back. With my hands on her hip, I turned her to face me. "I could just eat you up."

Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she stared up at me with a bright smile. "Hmm, really?"


Olivia stood up on her tiptoes and placed a quick kiss on my lips. "You look appetizing too, Riccardo. Now, go away. I have to put on my shoes."

I shook my head, gently pushing her to sit on the edge of her bed before lowering myself to my knees. "Let me help you, baby."

Pink coated her cheeks, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth. She peered down at me as I helped her into her heels, stood up, and gestured my palm out to her. My wife, without a slight hesitation, quickly placed her hand in mine.

"You look perfect, wifey," I complimented her again for the third time in under ten minutes.

"No one is perfect."

How can she say that when she has seen herself in the mirror?

My darling wife might not be proud and is the most down-to-earth person I've ever had the pleasure to meet, but she knows she is beautiful. The thousands of followers on her Instagram also know that. And I, her husband, definitely am aware of that fact.

"You are."

She shook her head, staring at me through the mirror as she wore her earrings. "No, I am not."

"I'm not doing this back and forth with you right now, Sunshine. You, my lovely wife, are perfectly perfect."

"Am I?" She turned back to me, her dazzling caramel brown eyes piercing deeply into my ordinary ones.

I nodded my head, tucked my hands into my pants pocket to avoid grabbing her and doing things to her instead of going to the stupid pop-up party I was invited to.

"Riccardo, do not flatter me." She meant to sound like a warning or scolding, but it came out like a shaky whisper.

"If I don't flatter you, who will I flatter?"

The question was left unanswered as she ignored me by exiting the room.


I have always hàted large gatherings ever since I could walk on my own two feet. Crowds suffocate me to an unbearable point, and what makes me even more misérable is the fact that I have to smile and act nice to people I do not even know because they know me. But if you are Riccardo Torrence, you would have gotten used to the many, many parties and events and gatherings like this one because of the numerous awards in my office.

And today, I am not alone at this pitiful excuse for a party because Mrs. Torrence stood by my side as we entered the humongous hall decorated with fine chandeliers above us; the whole place reeks of pretentious wealth and people, of course.


I tore my gaze away from the place to look at Olivia. "Hmm?" 

She leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I don't like this place."

Me and you both.

"Why not?"

She was just about to reply when my friends walked up to us. Well, to Olivia, since they count me unworthy of their time ever since I got married.

"Hey, pretty. You are looking gorgeous just like always," Beck was the first to say something, his boyish smile turning into a full-blown grin. "It makes me think why you got married to a monkey."

Excuse me?!

My wife, instead of defending me, laughed at his words. "And who do you think I should have gotten married to instead?"

"I don't know, maybe me."

"Eww, Beckett. If Rick is a monkey, then you're a chimpanzee," Phillip, my less annoying friend, fortunately supported me even better than I could open my mouth.

"Thank you."

"Oh, shut up. I wasn't supporting you, I'm just being honest," he quickly shunned me up with a glare too. The glare faded away as he took his gaze back to my grinning wife. "Marry me instead, Ollie."

Okay, I need new friends ASAP!

"Yeah, I like you, Phil."

"What about me?" My lunatic friend, Beckett, pouted like a sick puppy.

"I like you too, Beck."

I rolled my eyes, feigning jealousy when in reality, I am not. I trust my friends, and I know they don't like my wife like that, and I also trust Olivia.

"Sunshine," I called her attention, and immediately her eyes met mine, questioningly. "Let's go sit."

A few seconds later, we were surrounded by my business associates that I actually knew this time around. Olivia stayed by my side like a good little girl with a dainty smile on her lips and a glass of champagne in her hand.

"Yeah, this is my wife, Olivia Donovan Torrence," I introduced with a wave of pride that she decided to add my last name to her name for the time being she thinks we'll be together.

That's her whole life.


"What do you do for a living, Mrs. Torrence?" One of my associates asked, and if I'm not mistaken, there is an underlying mockery in her voice.


"What is that?"

"I don't think you would know it."

I held in my chuckle as hard as I can at her subtle insúlt.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing."

Another few more minutes, the party is finally in full swing as the host mounted the podium and started talking and talking while I fixated my gaze on my beautiful wife.

"I am bored, Riccardo," she muttered to me. "I'll be right back."

I gave her a little nod, and she stood up from her seat, walking away.

Several minutes passed, and it felt like hours, but Olivia isn't back to her seat. I dragged my eyes around the large hall, in desperate search for a beautiful girl in a black dress, and when I couldn't find her, I also stood up.

Because the hall was huge, I had to walk around the place before I found her in a corner—hidden from the other people's view—talking to some guy.

Okay, now, I'm jealous.

If she was only just talking, I wouldn't be as jealous as I am right now, but she was also laughing and giggling like a teenage girl as the guy talked and laughed too.

It felt like they had known each other for ages and were just reuniting after a long, long separation. And, me, being a very envious husband, I strode to them to disrupt whatever was going on.

I know she wouldn't chéat on me, but I don't want her laughing with other men, especially those I don't know and who are as handsome as him.

"Am I interrupting something?" I coyly inquired, wrapping one hand around Olivia's waist to stake my claim.

"No. Of course not. I was just talking to my friend," the man answered, beaming a little smile my way. "Hi, I'm Daniel Morales."

Daniel Morales. That name sounds awfully familiar.

But, where did I hear the name?

"Riccardo, he is the most famous American-Spanish figure skater in the whole world," Olivia added, answering my inner thoughts.

"I wouldn't say the whole world, peanut."


What's wrong with people giving my own wife nicknames?

"Oh, don't be modest, Dan," she waved a dismissive hand. "You're great. I watch your competitions every time."

"I am glad to have such attractive fans like you."

Of course, he loves it. 

"I wouldn't say attractive; I would say hot."

"I see, you haven't changed. You are still as silly as ever, peanut."

"I'm sorry," I'm not sorry. "Peanut?"

Olivia started to laugh, followed by the unfunny Daniel Morales. I waited for their unreasonable laughter to subside.

"We met in high school, the first year on entrance day. She was choking on a peanut," he explained while still laughing.

It's not funny.

"I nearly diéd if not for him. He saved my life, literally," Olivia said.

"Oh, really? You should have become a doctor instead. So, why a skater?"

"Figure skater, Riccardo," my wife corrected, nudging me in the stomach. "Oh, sorry, Danny. I forgot to introduce him. This is my husband, Riccardo Torrence, the most talented architect around the globe."

I stared at her, impressed and happy to hear the pride in her voice as she introduced me to her lousy friend.

First, it was Morris, and now, it is Morales.

They are after my life with Ms.

"I know him. I mean, who doesn't? He is more of a celebrity than an ordinary architect."


Daniel shrugged his shoulders. "Almost every time I turn on the TV, it's Riccardo this, Riccardo that. It's surprising he gets more attention than celebrities do, don't you think so, peanut?"

"I don't. If someone is really good at their work and gets recognized for it, it isn't too much," Olivia replied. She turned to me, smiled when our eyes met, and said, "He deserves even more recognition for his amazing works. You should check them out."

I fall more and more in love with this girl with each passing second. I'm helplessly in love with my wife.

"You are totally right."

"Of course, I'm always right," she smiled her rarest smile at him and he returned it.

I hàte this.

"It was nice meeting you, Dunny, but we have to go," I blurted out the lie. "Excuse us."

Before Daniel Morales could correct my intentional mistake, I walked away with Olivia to another quiet spot away from him and the crowds.

"That was rude," she said immediately, folding her hands over her chest.

"Do I look like I care?"

"Well, you should if you don't."

"No," I said. "I don't like him."

"You don't like any of my guy friends."

"Yes, and?"

"That's not right. It's called being controlling."

"No, I'm not being controlling."

"Is it jealousy then?" She teased, smiling as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Yes...no...yes, I don't know, but I really do not like him. And his nickname for you. What the...what is 'peanut'?"

"Did you almost swear? You almost said a cuss word, I swear."

"No, I didn't."

I almost did.

"You did too, and you're jealous. You're cute when jealous."

I'm not cute.

I wrapped my fist around her wrist, leading her outside the hall. The breeze outside was chill and cold, like it was going to rain, but I didn't pay much attention to it; I continued toward my car.

"Get in."

Olivia shook her head. "No."

"Now, Olivia."

"No, but if you admit to being jealous, I might."

I am jealous.

"Get. In."

I saw the slightest trace of a smirk on Olivia's lips before she got inside the backseat of my car. I followed her in a hurry, pulling her to sit on my lap and closing the door behind me.

I grabbed her face and closed the unnecessary distance between our lips. I kissed her breathlessly, claiming what has and will always be mine. My fingers slipped into her soft and long hair, húrting her scalp as I pulled on them roughly.

Surprisingly, Olivia responded with equal urgency, her tongue invading my mouth as the first opening itself. We both pulled out for the tiniest second before passionately kissing each other once again.

My fingers fiddled with the zip of her dress before unzipping it, letting it fall off her shoulders. The way she was sitting on my lap had already ridden her dress high up her thighs, exposing her smooth and soft skin. My hands explored her like a new toy, trying to get familiar with every nook.

Olivia dipped her head, kissing my jaw as I played with her nipples. Her lacy bra got in the way, so I pulled her br+àsts out of it, too impatient to unhook the thing. Her soft moans were music to my ears. I replaced my fingers on her n+pplés with my tongue, and brought my hands down to her à$s. Placing it over my property, I made her húmp me. She followed my lead like the good girl she is, rubbing her heated p+ssy against the búlge in my p+nts.

"Keep doing that," I whispered to her, digging my fingers into her à$s to pull her closer to me. She whined in my arms, still increasing her pace. "That's right. Get that p+ssy wet because I'm not going to help you."

Olivia let out a shaky breath, her lips pressed against my chin. She placed her hands on the windows, trying to hold her position as she continued to grind against me. "Please, I can't..."

"Shhh," I gripped her cheeks roughly once again, drinking in the crazed look in her brown eyes. "Don't beg yet, sunshine."

She whimpered, cupping her own br+àsts while moving against me to stimulate her body. My mouth watered at the sight of her pleasing herself, hot and extremely beautiful. I slowly leaned in, kissing her stomach over the dress and rubbing her àss. The m0@ns and grunts in the car grew, and so did the heat.

"Riccardo..." My sweet, beautiful sunshine whispered through cracked breaths, her mouth never closing. I felt bad for her, I honestly did. It would take only two seconds for me to kiss her p+ssy and she'd be gushing wet. But since she's the one who made me this mad, I'm not helping her. "Please, I..."

"Please what?" I wanted her to squirm and tremble, to beg and cry for pleasure. Grabbing hold of her chin, making her look in my eyes that equally wanted her the same way she wants me. She slowed down her movement of rubbing against my búlge, breathing heavily. "Say it. And maybe, just maybe, I'd give you what you want." I let my hand travel from her à$s to the front, teasing her wet region that was begging for me. Olivia m0@ñed loudly, almost falling on me. "Say it, sunshine."

"I'm yours. Riccardo, I'm yours. I'm yours." My needy wife whispered in a hurry, repeatedly, blessing my ears with the words I've always wanted to hear. I let a smirk take over my lips as I brushed them against her lips. "P-please, Riccardo... I can't take it anymore. F+ck me."

Normally, my ears would ring at her choice of words, but not today, not when she is begging me to please her. What my wife wants, she gets.

I started to play with her p+ssy, getting her ready for me. At the same time, I grabbed the back of her head with one hand, holding her face closer to mine. I wanted to watch every single expression she gave. I loved this. I love her. I love seeing her hungry for me and begging for only me.

I played with her wet core with my fingers for a good amount of time. I would have loved to eat her out, but we were out of space. Olivia whined as I slipped my fingers out of her after she was sufficiently wet. And like the crazed obsessed husband I am, I thrust my fingers into her mouth for her to taste how sweet and delicious she is.

My eyes stayed fixated on her a$s she struggled to unzip my p+nts. A low chuckle teased my lips as I watched her whine at her attempts. I didn't help her, I just watched until she finally did it. 

Slowly, I slid my hand between her thighs, pulling her underwear aside to press myself against her. "How bàdly do you want me?" I whispered.

Olivia gasped, holding onto me tightly. My own breath hitched as I entered her slowly, savoring the sensation of her wetness enveloping me.

"Ah, dàmn!" She cursed, feeling me deep inside her. Our heated bodies synced as we moved together, her heart pounding in time with mine.

Every muscle in my body tensed, especially the one buried within her. She began to move, urging me on with her urgency. I took control, guiding her movements and thrusting deeper. Her moans spurred me on, my only goal to bring her pleasure.

I quickened my pace, losing myself in the intense passion between us. The passion was overwhelming, consuming me in a frenzy of desire. 

"Ric... Riccardo, please... slow down," she begged, her nails digging into my skin.

I was on the edge, driven by her intoxicating presence. Slowing my movements, I traced my fingers over her sensitive skin, eliciting more m0@ns from her. 

Her cries of pleasure filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy. I captured her lips in a hungry kiss, feeling her softness and sweetness.

She was irresistible. 

As we reached our climax together, our bodies entwined in ecstasy. I bit her lip gently, marking her as mine.

"God, that was amazing," I sighed, my hands resting on her waist.

Olivia was speechless, her breath finally calming. I kissed her gently, savoring the moment. 

TBC 📖✍️

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