CHAPTER 217: CHAPTER 217

Kira’s POV

Kennedy hiked my dress up around my waist, spanking my ass firmly.

"Ohhh Kenny," I moaned.

"You oughta be ashamed coming into this nice restaurant without any panties on!" He smacked me again, this time hard enough that the sting made me flinch, the pain delivering a pleasurable burning sensation.

A low throaty groan fell from his lips. "You’ve got me so fucking hard for you right now!"

"Fuck me, Ken!" I panted, my cunt quivering with need.

With a low, lustful grown, he palmed my ass, lifted me up, and moved into a stall, slamming my body against the door while impaling me with his glistening cock in one swift motion. The metal rattled as he plunged into me, his hips moving like a hammer pounding against a nail.

I gasped as ripples of pleasure crashed through my body. He felt so damn good. Divine. Like a perfect dream that I never wanted to wake up from.

I bit my lip, suppressing my cries of pleasure, conscious of the fact that dozens of people were seated outside within earshot, but Kennedy just shook his head at me.

"Let me hear you," he said, his voice thick with lust and desire as he leaned in and kissed me roughly. "Let me know how much you want this."

I nodded my head desperately, "I want it so fucking bad! Fuck me, Ken!"

"You have no idea how much you turn me on," he groaned as he rocked into me, his strong arms gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.

"You’re so goddamned sexy, Kira!"

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed, in rhythm with Kennedy’s powerful thrusts, and soon my moans were filling the room.

"Yeah," he breathed as he pounded into me.

Just then we heard the door open and light footsteps moving across the restroom into a nearby stall. I froze, looking at Kennedy, wondering if we should stop. The look he gave me was one that said HELL NO! We kept going, moaning into each other’s mouths as he continued to slam me hard against the stall with each stroke. I was certain that the loud banging could be heard from well outside the restroom.

The woman finished her business, washed her hands, and then walked by our stall, pausing for a moment.

I could see her through the crack, then she chuckled. "Sounds like somebody’s having a good time in there. I wish my husband would fuck me in a bathroom stall!" She chuckled again and then walked out.

I blushed but Kennedy just grinned at me, as he continued to thrust deep inside me, his eyes never leaving mine, holding me captive, until I felt myself losing control, succumbing to the sweet feel of his strokes.

I started trembling all over, my body convulsing in different ways, "I’m cuming..."

Kennedy didn’t say anything, he just simply stared at me before finally opening his mouth.

"Cum for me, Kira."

I moaned deeply, as I tossed my head back and cried out his name, high and helplessly. My slick cunt contracted and fluttered against the base of his cock, clenching tight as my entire body shuddered violently. Then I fell limp, barely able to hold onto him as I trembled with spent desire.

I barely had a chance to catch my breath before he was bending me over, pinning my arms behind my back, and taking me from behind, his cock ramming into me fast and hard.

"Oh, shit," I whimpered.

He swatted my ass softly, and I groaned in pleasure. He fisted his fingers in my short hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to arch my back. I could feel his hot breath at my neck, close to my ear.

"Don’t ever cut your hair again," he hissed as he pummeled me. The sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard with each thrust.

"Yes!" I gasped, arching my back even more, as he drove his body deeper into mine. Kennedy continued fucking me in long hard strokes, never letting up as he reached around to massage my swollen nub. A few strokes later, I felt myself starting to climax again.

"OH, FUCK!" I screamed in a high piercing voice.

"KEN!"

My body shook wildly as the pleasure in my cunt began radiating out to every part of my body. My hot orgasmic juices were flowing all over the place as I writhed and lurched against him. Ken followed right behind me, growling my name, as his entire body went taut. I turned my head to watch him, allowing myself the luxury of drinking in the sight of this sexy man becoming completely undone because of me, his muscles tensing and face contorting with pleasure.

We didn’t move for several long minutes, both of us panting, the strong aroma of sex hanging in the air.

"Damn, baby," he said as he slid out of me, a hiss escaping my lips at the loss of contact. He turned me around to face him, his intense eyes staring deep into mine for a long moment before dipping down to kiss me lightly.

We smiled at each other as we adjusted our clothing before leaving the restroom and heading towards our table.

You could have heard a pin drop in the dining area as we walked amid hushed whispers and accusing stares. The men were leering at me and most of the women were frowning and cutting their eyes although a few gave me amused smiles while looking Kennedy up and down appraisingly.

The waitress looked scandalized as she brought the bill for the food we ate. While the hostess was scowling at us from across the room. Clearly the restaurant management was ready for us to leave.

Kennedy quickly paid the bill, taking the time to down one final glass of wine in the process, and then we walked out together.

He laughed as we got into the car. "Well, I guess we won’t be welcome back here anytime soon!"

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Olivia’s POV

The hot shower had done nothing to calm my nerves.

I stood under the shower for what felt like hours, letting the water wash away the stress of the day.

But as the day went by, I could not help but feel that Mitchell had disappeared into thin air.

We’d searched everywhere again. New places, old places, even my own neighborhood, but it was getting difficult with each passing day.

Mitchell was gone.

I’d finally admitted defeat around seven PM, exhausted and frustrated, and I made a mental note to discuss the way forward with Maxwell.

Now, dressed in Oliver’s disguise and pajamas, I headed downstairs for dinner. My stomach was growling, and I needed food before I could even begin to process everything that had happened today.

The moment I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned toward the living room, I froze.

Two women sat on the couch.

Two stunning women with blonde hair cascading down their backs in perfect waves, wearing very skimpy dresses that left very little to the imagination.

Oh God.

Oh God, I’d completely forgotten.

Maxwell’s words from this morning came flooding back: I’ll arrange for someone to visit you tonight. Help with your boredom. A lovely woman who’s very skilled at providing exactly the kind of... release you need."

No. No, no, no, no, no. He’d arranged for two instead?!

The moment they spotted me, both women rose to their feet. They came toward me with sultry smiles.

"Olly," the first one purred, her voice like honey dripping over gravel. She had cat-like green eyes that raked over me appreciatively.

"We’ve been waiting for you," the second one added, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached out to trail a finger down my arm.

I jerked back instinctively, my eyes darting around the room in a panic.

Maxwell was nowhere in sight.

Of course he wasn’t. The bastard had probably orchestrated this whole thing and then disappeared to watch the chaos from afar.

"I... uh..." My voice came out strangled, too high-pitched to be Oliver’s. I cleared my throat and tried again, dropping it lower. "I think there’s been a mistake."

"No mistake, honey," Green Eyes said, stepping closer. "Maxwell was very specific. He said you needed some loveeeee."

"He said you’ve been stressed," Blue Eyes added, reaching for my other arm. "And we’re very good at helping men de-stress."

I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. "That’s... I don’t... where is Maxwell?"

"He said he’d be down later," Green Eyes informed me, still advancing. "Said we should make ourselves comfortable with you first."

This was a nightmare. An actual, living nightmare.

"Listen, ladies, I’m sure you’re both very... talented," I managed, continuing my retreat until my back hit the wall. "But I really don’t need any... companionship tonight."

"Don’t be shy, Olly," Blue Eyes cooed, and suddenly they were both right in front of me, bracketing me against the wall. "Maxwell told us you might be nervous. It’s okay. We’ll take care of everything."

Green Eyes’ hand landed on my chest, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Your heart is racing," she murmured. "Excited?"

"Terrified," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

They both giggled like I’d made a joke.

"Maxwell warned us you might play hard to get," Blue Eyes said, her hand sliding down my arm. "He said you like to pretend you’re not interested."

I’M GOING TO KILL HIM. I’m going to actually murder him!