The Twelve Zenati Pt. 36

Untangling their bodies, Noah lay on his back and pulled her against him ensuring her leg was still cradled against one of his. She shuddered and mewled, and he sighed against her hair, rolling to the side slightly but bringing her with him so she was lying across his stomach this time.

"You're perfect, Kitten," Noah stroked up and down her back, giving another soft groan. She was purring softly against his chest as her hand played over the hair that sprinkled over his pecs. She smiled softly against his skin, turning to brush her lips over the spot between his pecs. He smiled lightly, stroking her hair out of her face, "I adore you, Marcella. Never doubt that." He didn't want to move to clean them up. He wanted only to stay like this for a week. Calm and sated. No stalkers, homicidal maniacs and most of all, no having to argue with the woman he loved about how much he loved her. She may not be ready to admit the depth of her feeling for him, but he could feel it now, and he would do whatever he needed to do to protect her.

Lost in thought, he felt her relax and fall asleep, her soft breath brushing over his nipple. He smiled softly as he gazed down at her and shifted, sitting up and moving her to her pillow on their big bed. Noah made his way to the bathroom, wetting a cloth with warm water and walking back to the woman who was his whole world. He cleaned her up before doing the same to himself. When he came back from tossing the cloth into the laundry, she was happily curled up around one of his pillows. Climbing back into bed, he leaned over her, brushing her hair back from her cheek and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Mine," he breathed.

"Yours," she sighed sleepily, surprising him and making him unsure if she was genuinely asleep even while his heart soared hearing the single word.

*****

"Little One, wake up now," Genesis said softly and watched as the woman he loved blinked those beautiful eyes open and focused on him in the dim light.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing but we need to move, get dressed quickly," he murmured.

Olivia slipped from the sheets, her perfect little body still showing the marks of Genesis use earlier that night, making him groan in appreciation and pull her close, kissing her deeply. His cock immediately started to swell. Such was his desire for his sweetly submissive girl. Recent events may have made her confidence grow and her ability to make good decisions flourish, but she was still his in every sense of the word.

"I thought you wanted me to hurry," Olivia said breathlessly when he let her up for air.

"There is always time for me to show you how much I love you," he murmured and let her go smacking her arse lightly to hear her squeak. He watched her cover-up each fading pink line as she dressed in dark leggings and a dark long-sleeved shirt. He helped her put her blonde locks up under a cap and joggers on her feet.

"I trust you, Genesis, more than anyone else in the world, but can you tell me what is going on because you're starting to frighten me?" Olivia asked.

"At the moment, there are four or possibly five people that Konrad could use to get to Marcella. Not because he truly wants her. Rather, he just wants the thing we will fight him over--a precious part of our family. You and Vivienne are two of the people Marcella would lose her mind over and do something silly like trade herself to him for your release. Gideon and I don't want that to happen not to you or Viv or Marcie, so we are going into hiding too. You said you trusted me, well now is the time to do that," he held out his hand to her, and she took it as he began to walk from the room.

"We don't know why but Konrad appears to be obsessed with you and your sisters. What Noah did in Perth with X and again today was change the game board and hide some of the pieces. We plan to make the Gamemaster play our game now, not the other way around. So, we need to get you somewhere safe with only people I trust," Genesis continued to explain as he pulled her along with his fast steps towards a loading dock at the back of the building. "No talking until we are on the road," he instructed.

Olivia nodded, and following his lead, she found herself in the back of a large van that smelled of bread, making her belly rumble. Genesis smiled and handed her a small paper bag that held a ham and cheese croissant.

"Eat quickly. We have to move fast at every changeover, okay?" Genesis said softly. Olivia nodded and took a large bite of the pastry.

A little bewildered by all the cloak and dagger stuff, Olivia followed Genesis through every changeover of vehicle until finally, they were at a small dock at the rear of a large house. A small motorboat waited there, and she was bundled below deck without the chance to take in more than that. When she finally emerged again, the sun was high in the sky, and they were moored next to a sailboat. She smiled widely. It wasn't her sailboat, but it wasn't that much bigger. She was reasonably sure that she and Genesis could sail it together without any help. She was excited, and it was all she could do not to squeal in excitement when Genesis helped her board the sailboat.

Only when she was on board did she notice the other two boats. Both were single mast sailboats like she stood in, only slightly different in size and shape. The motorboat that brought them this far chugged away, and she turned to look at Genesis with an eyebrow cocked.

"Welcome to our home for the next week," he grinned, and Olivia finally let go of a squeal of delight as she stepped into his arms to embrace him.

"This is amazing, thank you," Olivia said. "Is Gideon taking Vivienne away too?" she asked.

"Gideon and Vivienne flew out shortly after we left the facility. They are headed home to her family, who have some of the best safety protocols of any family and only their own hand-picked recruits as watchmen. Though by now Konrad knows we no longer trust any watchman from the Battaglia, which will play into his game of dividing the tables; only the Battaglia are supporting the investigation of the men they trained and are taking particularly harsh steps with any they find to have links to outside agencies like the Varangian Guard," Genesis gave the full explanation to forestall any further questions.

"So we are all moving further away from each other again rather than staying close," she said with a frown.

"It's only temporary little one. As soon as this is over, there will be baby showers and weddings, and we will all get sick of seeing so much of each other, trust me," Genesis soothed. "In the few days since Noah and X pulled their magic circle together, the net has been closing fast on Konrad and his Varangian guard. They have very few places to go now and very few allies to hide them."

Genesis had to give Xavier his due. While he had been cultivating friendships and links with the other journos and media experts on the other tables himself, he didn't have the same depth of knowledge and power of the other tables at his fingertips that Xavier did. It surprised him that each of the men in his circle would trust his word as if it were indisputable fact and act accordingly. He had to admit, he was proud his brother shared that power with their table leader.

"Noah is with Marcie now, though, isn't he?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, he is. I don't think wild horses could drag him from her side again, especially after the crocodile attack on what should have been a safe beach," Genesis mused. "She probably isn't as happy with her hiding spot as you or Vivienne are, though," he chuckled.

"Why?" she asked, "He didn't make her go to a hospital, after all, did he?"

"No. But she might wish for that when she realises she will be roughing it with half a dozen ringers on a muster," he chuckled again.

"I'm not even going to try to pretend I understand what you just said," she blinked at him. "Just promise me Noah will not let anything bad happen to her now."

"Noah would protect her with his life, and we have not just our table, but all twelve tables working together to bring Konrad and the Varagian's down. Konrad miscalculated badly, bringing my family into the mix before his final plans to break the tables apart took root and were unshakable. Such is his ego that he can't understand the tabled families will always come together against a common enemy regardless of the minor internal battles," Genesis explained, feeling pride to be part of such a solid family-based organisation.

"We are going to stay here for a bit and sail on this afternoon, so let me show you the cabin, and we can catch up on a little of that sleep you lost this morning," he invited, having no intention of letting her sleep, not yet anyway.

Once inside the cabin, he pulled Olivia to him. She curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, relaxing into his possessive hold and feeling the power exchange clicking into place with the feel of his equally possessive kiss. This man was her master, and she sighed with pleasure and joy at the hungry need that seemed to roll off him when they were alone like this. The need to claim and take her as a Dominant would take his submissive. She shivered in eager anticipation as he ended the kiss, and he lifted his head to look at her.

"I adore you, Master," Olivia whispered.

"Of course, you do," Genesis grinned with arrogant male satisfaction of owning his girl's heart and mind. He chuckled, tightened his arms around her to immobilise her, then nibbled at her lips, her ear, and neck in retaliation to the small giggle that escaped her lips at his response.

"You are all mine, Little One," he reminded her, "And I could not be happier. He released her and picked up one of the bags that had companied them on their travels that morning and removed swimming trunks for himself and a bikini for her as well as two sarongs.

Olivia looked at the clothes Genesis laid out for her to wear and frowned. She thought they were here to rest and well fuck. Usually, he couldn't get enough of her, but here they were completely alone and unfettered by the worries that had plagued them recently, and he gave her clothes?

"I doubt we will have time to unpack properly and assume we will live in these," he spread his hand out toward where he had rested the clothes on one of the bunks indicating the swimwear and sarongs. "The rest we can deal with another time."

"Now, let's get rid of these, shall we?" his voice became husky as he pulled her shirt up over her head.

Almost naked, Olivia was caught by her reflection in the cabin mirror. A blonde with lightly tanned skin, she looked good in the pastel underwear her master had chosen for her in the dark this morning. Even so, Olivia sighed at the thought of exposing so many of her scars to the people on the other boats when she wore that bikini on deck. She would have to be creative with the sarong.

"That is the third sigh since we came down here," Genesis used one finger under her chin to tilt her face. "Talk to me, Little One. What's going through that brilliant mind of yours?"

"The bikini," she admitted. She wouldn't lie to him even to save face now.

"And....?" He questioned, not understanding.

"I worry that it won't look good, you know, with the scars and...." Her voice trailed off. There was a long pause as they both looked at each other, marshalling their thoughts.

"My little love. Come here," He positioned her in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door, standing just behind her, and their eyes met in the reflection. He cupped her shoulders. "Look at this exquisite woman in the mirror. There is not one thing I would want to cover or hide. You are beautiful in every way and should be proud of your body, just as I am proud to be the one you share it with," he mock scolded her.

Olivia met her own gaze. Flushed and nibbling on her lower lip, the blonde practically naked woman in the mirror looked mildly embarrassed. Genesis's tanned hands contrasted starkly with her light gold, fine-grained skin. His fingers stroked along her shoulders as she watched. She loved the possessive heat of his touch.

"Look at her," he urged, "what lovely soft skin she has." His hands slid up her neck, curving around her with gentle pressure until his index fingers slid into the hair behind her ears. "Silky blonde hair of all shades, women spend fortunes at salons for hair like this. Sparkling eyes so clear and honest, I get lost in them all the time." His hands slid down over her shoulders to cup her breasts so he could lift and feel the weight of them. Olivia's nipples hardened eagerly under his caressing fingers. She sighed with pleasure when he toyed gently with her nipples. "The curve of this breast is irresistible, and these nipples...," his firm, deep, possessive tone of voice thrilled her, "are mine. How pretty they are when they stand up like this, eager for my touch."

Olivia gulped loudly. Her heart kicked into double time. Genesis moved one hand down over her belly. She watched it move in the mirror, mesmerised.

"I love the way this belly swells right here," he murmured, cupping it. "I particularly adore the little curves that swell from your waist to flare your hips, and this," he brushed a finger repeatedly in a circle around her belly button. "It marks the centre of my love, my life, my whole world.'"

Which explained to Olivia for the first time why he often kissed her belly when beginning foreplay. Heat rolled off Genesis and seeped into her as they stood there locked in the mirror's frame. He stood so close behind her she could feel his cock harden as his deep voice poured over her like warm, sweet chocolate. He explored and narrated what he saw when he looked at her and revelled in the woman that was his now and forever. He moved both hands back to her hips and cupped them, pulled her body back tighter against his making her arch slightly.

"Look at this lovely shaved pussy. So soft like satin, and mine," Genesis continued. He used both hands to pull her apart and expose her clit, but refrained from touching it. "Look at the lovely deep pink colour, a perfect match to these delicious nipples." Then a rumbling groan worked up his chest, vibrating through her bare skin as he stroked his hand between her legs, probing her. "My pussy is ready for me, isn't she?" and he dipped a finger lower to confirm what they both already knew from the rising scent of her. "Do you know how much it excites me, Little One, that you are always so ready for me?"

She whimpered in the back of her throat as his finger tested her, dipped deep; her wobbling knees threatened to give way. Genesis held her upright with a steadying hand on one hip, pressing her back until she could feel the length of his hardened cock along her lower back. With slitted eyes, she watched his finger stroke inside the girl in the mirror, feeling the movement within her body.

"Yours," she moaned. "Always yours,"

"Yes! Mine!" he withdrew his hand slightly and smacked her pussy, making her jolt and squeak in surprise rather than pain. He dipped his finger in and out of her for a minute more before repeating the process smacking her pussy three times in quick succession, feeling her grow even wetter. "I love this woman in the mirror." Genesis said in a fierce whisper, "I fucking crave this woman. I crave you and all that you allow me to do and with you."

Her lower lip trembled as strong emotion suffused her. Love. Joy. Humility. Pride. Genesis kept his finger inside her while moving his other hand to lift her chin and meet his gaze in the mirror.

"You are everything I could ever want and more," he assured her. "The most beautiful, kind, caring, strong woman, and you are mine," his arrogant pride shone through again. "Now and always," he confirmed. "Look at the woman in the mirror, Little One. I love and worship this woman because each blemish and scar tells me part of her life story and brought her to me so I can love each one as I love her. When she is dressed in the clothes I have chosen for her..." he broke off and spun Olivia about, bringing her to his chest for a breath-stealing hug. "It's all I can do, not to tear those clothes off and take her." He muttered fiercely into her hair, then turned her and pressed her face down over the high foot of the bed.

Genesis freed his aching cock and drove himself into her from behind, both hands tight on her hips and positioned for his pleasure. And hers. She moaned into the bedspread as he thrust into her. He turned her head to the side where the mirror barely caught their reflection as he slammed home over and over.

"Look into the mirror, Little One. See the irresistible girl who commands my whole world," He slapped her ass as if it were something she did on purpose.

She turned her head to gaze at their reflection, and lust jolted through her at the sight of them. Genesis, standing behind her fully clothed except for his unzipped pants and rampant cock that ploughed into her deliciously, insistently. She wasn't sure when he had ripped her panties, but with her ass high in the air and her body repeatedly rocking under the impact of his, she could see the remaining wisps of lace fluttering around her middle.

"Look at this beautiful woman as she takes all of me and loves it, craves it, needs it as much as I do," he crooned and slapped her again.

She moaned, and her body tightened, roaring with heat and tantalising sensations. Her eyes remained on the mirror. The sound of them! The scent of them! The sight of them -an exquisitely erotic voyeuristic experience as the couple in the mirror fucked like animals. She looked like a fair maiden to his regal dark Italian looks. Olivia whimpered with the sheer power of the vision before her eyes and the tingling jolts of electricity singing through her body with each powerful thrust and smack.

"Touch yourself, Little One. Play with your clit and cum for me," Genesis demanded and watched as her head buried deeper into the mattress, and her ass rose higher as she reached back with both hands to follow his instructions. Fuck he was in heaven, and he leaned over her to grasp her breasts, clenching them tightly to hear her whimper and mewl even louder.

Olivia obeyed without even thinking about it. And when she moaned with all her pent-up heat and passion, her master praised her with whispered words of love and delight. Her clenching pussy milking his orgasm out of him, and he growled low in response to her cries of pleasure.

"Mine," he growled at her.

"Always," she responded, closing her weary eyes and letting out a long slow breath as Genesis withdrew from her and went about cleaning her and making her more comfortable in the bed as she napped to catch up on the sleep he had denied her this morning.

******

Gideon felt like he'd had his heart sliced in pieces when he farewelled his brothers and then had spent the morning flying Vivienne to her family before returning to his own. His father picked him up when he returned, and together, they went to the family home for a conference for the ages.

"Xavier had been canny in the way he went about pulling the other tables in before approaching his father for fear that he would refuse the help," Armando began to talk into the weighted silence of the car. "What Xavier didn't understand, however, was that the thirteen had set up the alliance between their children for just this reason. To forestall misplaced pride and petty grievances when faced with a greater enemy to all. It was Christo Donati who had seen the need for their circle of sons as friends and allies. It was he who had seen the destruction of the tables if they did not work together for the common good. It was probably what had him killed in the end," Armando sighed.

"It was Noah who saw the pattern. Well, he and X and Dom puzzled it out, with a little bit of Gen's help," Gideon clarified.