Chapter 32: The Game of Intimacy

Oliva felt that all her energy had been brutally drained from her body, leaving her without strength to even breathe. She raised her arms to eye level, staring at her skin on her wrists that burned and turned intense shades of purple, with high and red welts. She smiled slightly as she looked at her white skin with such explicit marks, which would clearly take too long to fade.

But that didn't bother her; she felt incredibly satisfied. The young woman was still ecstatic from the orgasm, her body completely relaxed on that couch, and her mind forcefully silenced. In the suite, all that could be heard was the fading heavy breathing of Matteo and herself.

Oliva had reached a new level, a level she hadn't even known existed. Being explicitly tied up and begging for a cock to fuck was never part of her plans. She enjoyed commanding the movements and positions.

But she had no words to describe the suffocating heat that spread through her during sex, and the waves of pleasure that exploded within her, making her tremble from head to toe. It had been too surreal for a woman who had already slept with so many guys, but never as intimately as now.

Opening up her secrets, her traumas, and her legs to Matteo had connected them in an extremely dangerous way.

"That was... that was intense," murmured Matteo with a hoarse and choked voice. His body was sprawled on the carpet, just in front of the divan.

"Now I know why you brag so much," the Omega affirmed and then sighed, biting her tongue. She hated feeding other people's egos. "There really is a good reason."

"Want to try again?" he asked with a playful tone, laced with a hint of truth.

"No, thank you," Oliva replied more out of stubbornness, because if he insisted a little more, she would give in like a sandcastle on a rainy beach.

The two lost themselves in that comfortable silence. The young woman wanted to enjoy the minutes of peace she would have before returning to her terrible reality and facing the consequences, but that was a problem for Future Oliva to solve.

And Matteo, on the other hand, had a priceless smile clearly stamped on his face. He had advanced with his wife and gained many extra points.

Oliva, distracted, feels an incessant vibration on the couch, then remembers her phone. She sits up and searches under the cushions, throwing them to the floor, hitting Matteo, who now pays attention to the girl.

"Mrs. Moore, the helicopter is already within reach. Are you ready for your departure at the usual location? Have a good trip."

They were messages from Sophia.

The young woman looks around and faces the mess there, the torn clothes, the broken belt, her legs wet and sticky. The smell of sex still lingered and clung to her sweat, her hair. She was a mess. She lowers her gaze, which goes to her uncovered breasts, analyzing their condition, still erect and reddened from the tension. When she lifts her face, her gaze meets her husband's unabashedly scrutinizing her.

"Fuck..." Oliva hears the echoes of her dizzy head cursing her.

Oliva gets up and quickly heads towards the bathroom. She couldn't travel with the smell of her husband impregnated in her pores. Not even the coldest water was cold enough to extinguish that infernal heat so vivid in her memories. Not even that sponge could erase those intense touches that were imprinted on her flesh. It was overwhelming. And deep down, she desired a little more of that sweet juice of infidelity.

As soon as she stepped out of the shower, feeling clean on the outside and dirty on the inside, she wrapped herself in a towel and crossed the room in search of her suitcase, always avoiding her husband's gaze, which was a difficult task since he followed every move of the young woman. Oliva's face was getting redder, but she wouldn't stop.

Oliva removed the towel covering her body and quickly put on her lingerie, then she looked up and saw that his attention turned back to his work.

"I see your eyes on my breasts. You can turn around."

"Ah." He reluctantly turns his face. He knew she always wanted to play tough. "I know it's kind of morbid, but I can't believe you brought me to Ottawa, in the middle of dense woods just to have a more secluded place to have sex. Or did you? If you want, I think I have a folder with Nine Inch Nails songs. Prefer something more gothic? I can look it up on my phone. Then we can start over, but this time with the tempo of the music." He says hopefully and turns to her again with shining eyes.

"No, Matteo. Thank you."

Oliva felt like a teenager whose first time had been so embarrassing that she could barely look the guy in the eye. She just wanted to disappear. Where was that seductive woman who takes charge of the situation? Even Matteo's nudity bothered her in a certain way.

"Sorry." He turns away again. "Is this bra too tight?"

"Matteo Allen!"

"Sorry, my bad," he says after a moment of silence, and she puts on a big green hoodie large enough to cover the marks on her wrists. "But it's tight."

"Do you want to stop?!" She says annoyed, and he laughs. "Ah, you're still going to drive me crazy."

"That's why you brought me to this forest?" He teases. Oliva takes a deep breath to respond without swearing.

"Exactly. I brought you here to drive me insane," she mutters disdainfully.

"I'm not into that kind of crazy vibe," he pauses briefly, remembering the girl's outburst, and a smirk forms at the corner of his mouth. "Well, it depends on what you mean by driving you crazy."

"Are you starting with that sex talk again?" She rolls her eyes. "I already told you I'm not interested."

"That's not what it seemed like a short while ago, huh?"

After getting dressed, Oliva barely combs her wet hair and quickly puts away the few things she had taken out of her bag while Matteo stares at her, still naked and now sitting, leaning back with his hands behind him.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asks with an arched eyebrow.

"I'm going home," she replies.

"But in two hours, we have a meeting with the pack. You have to appoint someone to replace Dimitri..."

"Look, in less than twenty-four hours, I went through a mutiny, an assassination attempt, put a Moore's head on the line, and had a damn good orgasm," she summarizes, trying not to sound rude. "You came as my assistant. I'll need the list of the wolves who stayed and those who left. Organize the meeting and announce that Yumi, the she-wolf, will be in charge of the Moore headquarters. Sophia will contact you soon to give you further instructions."

"And you're going to leave me here?" Matteo rolls his eyes and stands up indignantly.

"Yes," she answers simply.

"You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can, and I already am, sweetheart," Oliva grabs her small carry-on luggage and a pillow, passing by Matteo, who still stared at her in astonishment. She throws the pillow over Matteo's exposed private parts, and he instinctively grabs it, covering himself. "Don't forget to send me the report." She blows a kiss in the air near the guy's face, leaving him speechless.

"You're breaking my heart like this," he feigns pain on his face, and she clicks her tongue dismissively. Matteo lets out another childish laugh and looks at her with a smile. He had a good time, so he would let her escape, especially since she couldn't run away.

Matteo believed that after the sudden closeness between them, they had become more intimate, but it seemed like he still didn't mean anything to her. Matteo clenches his fists and takes a deep breath – patience was a costly virtue, and he would have to pay more.

He didn't say anything else; he simply watched her leave the suite, dragging her suitcase with her wrinkled clothes and her hair dripping in her oversized hoodie that was so long and thick it looked like a dress, hiding half of her body and those naughty marks. She was charming even when disheveled.

A wicked smile crept onto Matteo's lips. He knew that from now on, he wouldn't even need to insist. Oliva would seek him out for hot nights.

**

Oliva put on her sunglasses even though it was a gray day. She was grateful that there were never enough people to fill that immense headquarters building. Her wolves liked to live outdoors, so she could walk to the terrace without being bothered.

In the distance, she could hear the muffled noise of the helicopter through the reinforced headphones that were mandatory. She felt relieved to have found a moment where Matteo wouldn't follow her everywhere. She had earned a few well-deserved days of advantage.

Her mind was clouded, both with guilt and extreme satisfaction for having released that buildup of sexual tension that had engulfed her body.

*What would she do now?*