Uncle Jin rounded the car towards the driver's seat after closing the door for Olivia. He huffed a breath once he was seated, looking to his right while Shadow busied herself with the seatbelt.

Checking the rearview mirror, Uncle Jin pressed the divider button to give Olivia and Maxen some privacy. Once the divider was fully up, Shadow shook her head in amus.e.m.e.nt, a smile painting her face.

"Another bumpy ride for us, Uncle," Shadow commented, suppressing the snort that would escape her lips by swiping down her hands on her face.

"Just enjoy the ride ah!" Uncle Jin grinned, the corners of his lips almost reached his ears. 

"Beauty ready to roll," MIB1's voice echoed from the walkie talkie. It informed Uncle Jin to start driving, and soon, the envoy sn.a.k.e.d down and away from the airport's arrival area and back to Notios Estate—the official home of the Prince of Nisia. 

Meanwhile, in the back seat, Olivia tried all her might to push Maxen away from her, but no matter how much force she exerted on her palm to his c.h.e.s.t, he would only tightened his cocoon on her, cinching his arms on her waist.

Maxen was holding Olivia hostage with his embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he peppered it with hot, breathy kisses. For a second, Olivia closed her eyes, basking in the cloak of his warmness and the sturdiness of Maxen's c.h.e.s.t.

After spending a week together round the clock, it felt as if the twelve hours of separation certainly took a toll on Maxen and Olivia, especially on Maxen who was now clingier than ever. 

Ever since their surprise wedding dinner, it didn't bother Maxen whether he and Olivia were in the midst of an audience who could see them being touchy-feely with each other. As long as he felt the urge to envelop her in his embrace or just because, Maxen would always seize the chance to touch Olivia.

To Maxen's defense, he was just over the moon knowing their loved ones celebrated his and Olivia's union. Now if he could also tell the world that she belonged to him, but unfortunately, he had to be more patient as Olivia rolled out her plans in the days to come.

Snaking up a hand from the hem of Olivia's shirt, a smirk ghosted Maxen's lips when he felt his belly shiver under his touch.

"Maaaax," she exasperated. She tried to peel his arm off her but was too weak to do so. "Beauty can see us."

"She has seen better positions than the one we're currently in, baby," Maxen breathed out the words on Olivia's ear and bit the shell of it.

Olivia covered her face. The night in the boat garage came back to life in technicolor. Maxen snickered when the same image came to mind, and the husband and wife burst into a fit of laughter.

Suddenly, they heard a mewl echoing in the garage, but Maxen didn't stop and ignored the feral sound. Just a bit more and he would tip on the edge of the cliff. He could feel Olivia's walls clamp on his hardened length, and he was sure she would soon dive into the abyss of their climax together.

He plunged harder and deeper into Olivia, eliciting a m.o.a.n from her.

Olivia sang Maxen's name praise. "Oh my God, Max. Yes, just like that."

Releasing Olivia's nape, Maxen bunched her hair in his hand, tugging it with slight force to arch Olivia's back. His c.h.e.s.t heaved with so much power it oozed from his skin as if it was his cologne. "Who owns your c.u.n.t, Olivia?" 

Olivia's eyes rolled to the back of her head as euphoria pooled in her belly with every punishing thrust she received from Maxen. She didn't dare respond to his question just so she could receive more of his high-octane thrusts. 

A devilish smirk curved Maxen's lips. He knew what she was up to. She wanted release from her ecstasy, but he wouldn't give that to her just yet. So he slowed down his movement, every stroke of his hardened length inside her was unhurried and torturous.

Olivia panted, confused at the shift of inertia. "Maaaax," she pleaded, moving her h.i.p.s to her promised high, yet Maxen gripped her by the waist, limiting her movement.

"We can do this all night, baby," Maxen warned, biting the left plane of Olivia's shoulder. "Or, you can tell me who owns your c.u.n.t and I'll give you your reward for being a good girl."

"You, Max. You. Now. Always. Forever."

Olivia arched her back a little more, planting a kiss on Maxen's lips. It was then that he unleashed the monster he caged inside him all day.

A grunt escaped Olivia's lips. She could feel the bulbous head of Maxen's length hit a spot deep inside her where only he could reach. Olivia's head lulled from the sensation. Her knuckles turn white from the sheer force of her grip on the backrest of the leather seat where Maxen had bent her over. 

With one last penetration, Maxen buried his length deep in Olivia's core, spilling his seeds inside her while Olivia was coming down from her high.

Once they filled their lungs with much-needed air, Beauty jumped into the boat startling them.

Back in the car, Maxen and Olivia eyed Beauty who sat majestically on the leather seat as if it was her throne. After sparing her masters a glance, Beauty ignored the two laughing fools and went back to sleep.

Olivia pressed a finger on her lips, shushing Maxen. But the cheeky prince had an agenda of his own. He grabbed Olivia by the wrist, planting her palm on the bulge hiding under his pants.