The Twelve Zenati Pt. 29

Authors note: Hello everyone. I am still struggling to find time and motivation to write at present. While I will endeavour to do better than I have in the last month of holiday madness, try to remember this is my hobby not my profession and I have a full-time job as well as my family and circle of friends to keep happy. I know it's hard to wait between chapters and I will try harder to get back on a regular schedule of updates for you. You the readers are important to me and I appreciate each and every one of you.

I am grateful to MsSensualiT and Techie for offering to help me out and be my second sets of eyes. I hope those of you who enjoy this series continue to do so. Not long until the end now, fingers crossed. ~ellie.

Genesis walked back to the cabin he shared with Olivia after the long meeting and knew he would have to be away from her side more often in the near future. She had been quiet and withdrawn when he had sought her out after returning to the property. She either couldn't tell him what was wrong or didn't want to. So, he had put her in a tight corset; and bound her limbs loosely, leaving her lying on their bed to think about why she seemed petulant and unable to talk to him when he had told her he had to attend a family meeting.

Now, as he approached the cabin again, he wondered if that had been the best course of action. Their relationship was evolving just as he had hoped it would. Still, every so often, it seemed Olivia reverted to the untrusting, withdrawn little girl, and he felt the need to assert his dominance to bring her out of it. Could it be her way of seeking his attention? He considered the possibility, but with everything going on lately and her sister missing, presumed dead until today, he had no way to be sure.

As if a light bulb went off over his head with an idea of why she had been acting this way, he strode purposefully into the cabin, locking the door behind him. Fuck, he was so stupid not to have put the pieces together sooner. He walked into their bedroom and found his girl asleep, still wrapped in the loose bonds he had placed on her to encourage her to think about how to explain her mood to him.

Genesis began to undress. There was something heart-warming about holding Olivia in his arms as she slept. It amplified the closeness and rightness of their relationship, regardless of the minefields they would have to wade through for the rest of their lives, thanks to the fucked-up way the men she had known before him had treated her.

In the last few days, both of them had changed. Olivia seemed even more beautiful now than when he first met her. Her face was softer, more feminine, more open and giving than she used to be. The hard lines around her mouth and eyes were gone, and she looked almost doll-like in her serenity. It was as if the worries of the world had disappeared from her face, and her body relaxed in trusting contentment against his. He knew she felt the freedom to allow herself to believe that she would be his forever now, and in some ways that had enhanced her openness with him until now, that was.

He lovingly stroked her hair and kissed her forehead softly. Olivia responded by sighing his name and snuggling tighter in his arms. Their bodies fit perfectly together, and his arms tightened, trying to get her as close as he could. He watched her sleep in awe of the woman he had claimed as his to love and protect. She would twitch in her sleep, moaning his name and afterwards snuggle tighter into his arms. At one point as he watched her sleep, she had a particularly violent shudder, and in her sleep whimpered, "Stay Genesis, stay with me, Master."

"I'm yours, Little One. I'm not going anywhere my love," he murmured this soft reassurance close to her ear. Genesis was pleased that even as she slept, he dominated her dreams. He wanted to reassure her, and responded by tightening his arms. Even in her sleep, Olivia pressed against him as she heard those words and her lips curled into a semblance of a smile.

Genesis absent-mindedly stroked her hair and caressed her face as he watched her sleep. He felt a strong ache in his chest when he heard her moaning and whimpering his name as she slept. He knew she had captured him from the first moment he saw her, and he had worked hard to capture her just as wholly with his love.

"You're mine, now and forever. No one will threaten to take you from me again," Genesis growled possessively. He hadn't realised how much anxiety he had felt about the AFP's investigation until it was over and his girl was finally free of any ties to the nightmare she had endured before him. It was hard for him even to remember the terrified, brain-washed girl he first met at the hospital. She was so much more than that now, and she belonged to him. His smile tightened because with ownership came great responsibility.

She was dependent on him as she had been on Remington and her Father before him for her role in life. Without that guiding hand, she appeared lost and alone. Unlike her sister who had protected her heart by hiding it behind her castle walls; his girl wanted to believe in fairy-tales and riding off into the sunset with a prince rather than the ogres she had to please to survive. Now he was that for her, a prince who had captured her heart, so it was his responsibility to keep it safe. There had been a pure, beautiful innocent woman hidden inside her, and he had forced her to reveal it. It was his duty now to make sure that she has never hurt again.

Genesis's musings were cut short as he remembered the revelation he had when he had entered the cabin. He looked down at Olivia's serene face and bent down to kiss her lips. He let his tongue trace her lips until her mouth opened in a plea for more. He knew she was awake now, and Genesis softly whispered, "We need to talk Little One. It's time to wake up."

Olivia's eyes opened, and she studied his face almost as if she was seeing it for the first time. She expected this to be one incredible dream, and he would be gone when she woke up. He was still here, holding her, with his eyes telling her that he loved her as much as she loved him. She had been dreaming of the way he made love to her, and she wasn't ready to get up. Her eyes closed, with her lips curling into a petulant pout as she whispered, "I'm not ready to wake up, yet, please just a little longer."

Genesis knew how she felt. He wasn't ready for her to be out of his arms either. Still, he couldn't allow her to continue just going through the motions of living while withdrawing from everyone who loved her except him. Vivienne had become increasingly concerned about her withdrawal. She worried that Olivia was suffering from anxiety and depression now that she didn't have an excuse to hide away from the rest of his family. Genesis wove his fingers into her hair, knotted his fist and pulled her face away from his chest. Her eyes were open now looking at him intensely, and he could see her craving for more.

"Little girls who pout and say no to their Master could get a spanking!" He growled softly

"Oh Master, do you promise," Olivia's whole face lit up with a mischievous grin.

"Absolutely!" Genesis chuckled.

Genesis flipped her over in his lap and gave her a quick smack on her very inviting ass cheek. Olivia moaned, wiggled her butt and seductively whimpered. Genesis laughed, he loved her playful manner, and he almost felt childish himself as they played together.

"Yes, but there's a time and place for everything. As much as I want to play with you, right now, we have to talk," he said seriously.

Olivia's playful look faded and was replaced by one of uncertainty. Then she pressed against his chest, lifting her bound wrists over his head to wrap around his neck and kissed him softly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what is wrong with me I will try harder to get to know everyone it's just a little overwhelming," she tried to explain using the only excuse she had come up with before she fell asleep. "Please, we don't have to talk, do we?" she asked while kissing along his jawline to his ear.

Their lips merged in a deep, loving and soulful kiss that affirmed everything both of them were feeling. The kiss would've gone on forever if Olivia could have made it last. Genesis broke the kiss suddenly and lifted Olivia out of bed with him and put her down gently so she could stand on her own feet. He undid the bonds from her wrists and ankles quickly and gave her a robe so she couldn't so easily distract him from getting to the bottom of her ever-darkening moods.

"Come," he held out his hand to her and led her from the bedroom. He then settled her on the couch beside him, grateful for the change of location and time to get his need to take her under control. He let out a long breath and decided to rip the band-aid off for her. "The Suebi do not have Marcella. She is not being treated like you were by Remington," he said, watching her face morph from surprise, to shock, to relief, to a sadness he didn't understand.

Olivia let out a long breath as he took away one of her deepest fears about what happened to Marcella. She said nothing, but allowed the relief to wash over as she came to the realisation that Marcella had left, even after she had reached out to her sister and all but begged her to stay, at least for a little while. The thought brought tears to her eyes.

"Talk to me Little One," Genesis cajoled in a soft voice. "What is going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"She left then. Just walked away from us without even making sure the AFP took the evidence as proof of my innocence. I think that hurts more than believing they were holding her like I was," she whispered.

"I don't believe that either. We discovered some new information today that makes us believe the people responsible for the murders on the yacht may have taken Marcella with them," Genesis explained as he rubbed her back. "We have no reason to believe they are as cruel or ruthless with women as Remington was. We have every hope that we can find her and bring her home," he hated giving her hope when he wasn't sure they could find the Varangian, who seemed to be able to disappear at will. Still, the man had crossed the Zenati, and regardless of whether Marcella needed rescuing or not, the cursed ones had marked the man who took her. It was about family pride now and the reputation they had for retribution on anyone who knowingly crossed them.

"So, she is a prisoner?" Olivia asked, blinking a tear to her cheek.

"We don't know that either. She could have chosen to go with them when they found her held onboard that yacht by the Suebi. We don't know the how's and why's we just know who probably has her, and now we are trying to locate him," Genesis explained further.

"If she chose to leave, why wouldn't she choose to come back?" Olivia asked.

"There are many reasons, too many to speculate about, but the chances of her being held the way you were are not even in the list. Marcella is strong, and we have to believe she can fight her own battles until we can find her," Genesis reassured her.

"She's a protector. Who is she protecting if not us? Do you think this killer will come after us?" she asked her eyes wide.

"Only stupid men threaten the Zenati," Genesis scoffed. "The man who has her is not stupid. He knows she lives under our protection so he won't hurt her. Not unless he wants to go to war with our family, and no one has dared challenge us like that in centuries. No one but the Suebi who targeted all the tables at that time. Trust me. This man is not that stupid. He is arrogant enough to have her, but not stupid enough to hurt her in any way."

"Is Noah going to go after her again?" Olivia asked.

"Yes, we all will this time," Genesis nodded. "I will need to be away from home quite a bit until this is done, but it's important. I need you to build relationships with the other women, not just Vivienne. You can't be wholly reliant on me for human interactions. I need you to be here and stay safe where I know you are protected. If I don't know you are here and happy, I may just lose my mind and let both Noah and Marcella down by needing to return to check on you more often than I should," he admitted.

"She loves him, you know?" Olivia said after a brief pause where Genesis stayed silent. "She won't admit it, but when we were talking, I could tell, and when he came and took her from that little balcony, she didn't fight him, she curled into him. She might never say it, but she loves and trusts him to look after her, which is probably why she left him behind to protect him."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's true, but if they are never in the same room again, they can't work it out and be as happy as us," Genesis grinned at her. "You are happy, aren't you? Now that you are free to be mine in every way possible?"

"Yes," she answered simply and leaned forward to kiss him. She had waited long enough today for him to show her just how much he loved her.

Olivia melted into Genesis's kiss. He had a way of possessing her with each wild, amorous, thought obliterating kiss. She still needed his arms around her feeling him close as everything else faded to insignificance as she basked in the white-hot heat of his love and pushed even closer in her attempt to meld with him. At the same time, Genesis rained kisses on Olivia's face as she tried to kiss him back.

Olivia squirmed in his grasp as he gently pushed her from him until he set her on the ground, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. She leaned forward appreciating that he had remained naked save for the loose boxers he had pulled on when he had given her a robe to wear. She eagerly leaned in nuzzling against him and running her fingertips around the waistband as if asking permission to remove them.

Her eagerness for him almost undid Genesis as he lifted his hips, allowing her to remove his boxers. As she settled back on her knees before him, her little ass resting on her heels, he pushed the robe from her shoulders enjoying the sight of her in the snug corset he had placed her in earlier that afternoon. He was momentarily mesmerised by her heaving breasts. He slipped his fingers into the bodice to tug her nipples up and expose them over the demi cups of the garment.

Finally settling back, he allowed her to take what she wanted from him, expecting the slow tease of her hands followed by her tongue. Still, she surprised him by leaning forward and sucking most of his length into her mouth without the teasing tentative touches he was used to from her when given the freedom to do as she wanted.

Hearing his groans, sent quivers of pleasure down her back as she knelt at his feet worshipping his cock. It satisfied her in a way she had never known before Genesis, and his moans were food for her heart and soul. With his fingers threaded through her hair, he gently pulled her head onto his cock further and further. Feeling him grow in her mouth made her happy beyond reason. She wasn't sure she could even put it into words if he asked her too. Even when she gagged on his cock it made her yearn for more.

She felt powerful and sexy. Deep in her heart, she knew she belonged to him, but the few occasions where she had pushed him over the edge like this, and he had lost control and come in her mouth, she knew he belonged to her just as much as she did to him.

Olivia became lost in the act. Her whole focus was on Genesis's cock, and the sounds of surrender he made for her. She smelled his scent, tasted his essence and knew that with him, she was free to be the carnal, sensual woman she wanted to be for him. Not because he made her that way, but because she wanted to revel in this love she thought she would never find.

The man she loved whole-heartedly may not be perfect for others, but he was perfect for her. The world around her faded away until he suddenly yanked her off his cock and pulled her up by her arms. Her eyes were glazed with heat as she looked at him questioningly. The question was answered almost immediately when she felt the head of his cock prying open her wet and willing pussy.

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs gripped either side of his thighs. As she slid down his cock, her whole body trembled with sensation. He always felt so big when he first entered her tight pussy. She took deep gasping breaths as the exquisite torture of taking all of him spun her head and made her cry out loud enough for anyone close to their cabin to hear.

"Don't come yet," Genesis warned as he stood with her in his arms. He kept her impaled on his cock as he slowly walked them back to the bedroom, knowing that her clit and pussy would be stimulated with every step. He bent his head to swallow her whimpers and mewls of delight with a deep engulfing kiss as they moved slower than usual in this unfamiliar cabin.

From the very first step, Olivia felt the need to climax consume her. She didn't know how it was possible, but his cock seemed to move even deeper inside her. Her clit and pussy were being caressed simultaneously by his rock-hard cock. Each bouncing step set off another round of excruciatingly pleasurable explosions inside her. It was unbearable pleasure bordering on cruelty as she tried to hold back the flood of her orgasm. She wouldn't deny him because there was nothing he could ask of her that she wouldn't do in their relationship. While he dominated her during sex, he took her the way she wanted to be taken. She was free; honestly, truly and finally free of all the ties that stopped her from accepting and revelling in the fact that this could be her life, not just a dream that she would be woken up from. It was only in that freedom that she could admit he had owned her body and soul from the moment they had met.

Genesis loved, adored and protected her, guiding her and making her his queen. He filled her mind with wonder, passion and awe while the bliss built to explosive proportions in her body. He was wild as he thrust into the willing sweetness of her body and her orgasm tore through her body without her being able to hold it back any longer.

He pushed her hard against the wall of the bedroom fucking her hard and deep as she continued to come for him. Each orgasm seemingly more searing than the last. With the wall of the bedroom supporting her, one of Genesis's hands was free to slide into her silky hair and grab a fistful. He jerked her head backwards, exposing her delicious neck. The jolt of pain and pleasure rippled down her back as his lips and teeth claimed her neck.

"What a naughty little nymph you are," he growled into her throat.

Her answering groan made her throat throb beneath his lips in this primal act of domination. The sacrifice of her neck had always been a very primitive and symbolic sign of submission. Olivia's exposed neck told Genesis that she trusted and believed in him. The delicious sensations of having him feast on her neck only enhanced the weakening jolts of her orgasm as he continued to fuck her hard and deep.

"You're mine, you belong to me and you always will!" Genesis growled claiming her yet again not only for her, but also for himself. He didn't know what he would have done if Marcella hadn't moved heaven and earth to save her sister. He owed her everything, and he would find her and make sure she had everything she needed even if that wasn't a life with his brother. The thought that he had no more battles to fight to claim the beautiful woman in his arms completely swept him over the edge and onto the crest of his climax. He growled into her neck, biting her soft flesh, knowing he would leave a mark as he lost control and pumped his cum into her.

"Mine," Genesis groaned as he slid to his knees with Olivia's arms and legs still wrapped tightly around his torso. Both were hot and sweaty, but they glowed with love and satisfaction.