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I whip around at her. “You know what would be more embarrassing?” I crook my brow. “If I were to throw you over my shoulder and carry you there myself, would you prefer that?” I ask. She glowers at me, releasing a breath and cutting her eyes away from mine, failing to answer. I chuckle to myself, shaking my head at the audacity. “Besides, when I’m done with you tonight, you won’t have any dignity left.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Olivia
Myfeetcan’toutrunmy racing heart as I’m being pulled down the stairs like a horse and carriage. Grace would allow the ground to open beneath me and swallow me whole. In fact, I don’t care what Adam does to me, as long as he digs a hole and buries me after. He can wrap his hands around my neck and choke me until I pass out. I have nothing left. I’ve hit rock bottom. The facade of dignity I imagined I had left has been ripped out from beneath my feet. I am truly nothing and no one anymore.
My cheeks, the back of my neck…hell, even the back of my trembling knees, they burn as if all the eyes that watch me are filled with flames cast upon me like the unforgiving pits of hell. Even more mortifying is the fact that his brother and his aunt both know who I am. Who else does? Have I only served as an object of mockery for the whole party this entire night? All the conversations and the compliments were nothing but a cruel ruse? They must all have been laughing at me, the collective group of demons. Or it’s just his family protecting his evil secrets.
Tears spring to my eyes as the people around me whisper and gasp, watching all my self-respect get tossed out the window. I hate him. I hate his family. He opens a door and throws me inside before pushing it up. He doesn’t close it. He leaves it slightly ajar, as if whatever it is that he intends to do to me, he wants everyone standing outside these doors to hear it. My cheeks shake as my eyes flood with salt water, but I blink them back, glaring at him.
“Do whatever it is that you want to do to me but by the end of it, make sure that I’m…” My words are cut off as he grabs me by the neck and pulls me in for a rough kiss.
My eyes fly open, my stomach plummets, and my heart expands as a moan escapes me. This is not what I was expecting, and it’s such a dratted relief that I don’t stop to question it. I reach up to pull him closer to me, clutching to him like my life depends on it, but he throws my hands away from him.
“This damn cloth has been strangling me all night,” he says, tugging at the fabric tied around his neck and throwing it to the floor.
“What’s happening? What are you doing?” I ask. My voice wobbles.
“What does it look like?” he responds as he peels off his jacket. “I’m teaching you a lesson.”
His words are threatening but his actions, they’re rewarding. As he advances toward me, my fingers tingle with the need to feel his naked body.
“I don’t understand.” I pant, pulling the tie from his hair when he comes close enough.
“I’m going to fuck you, hard, against this couch.” He pushes me backward and my heart skips a beat before my arse hits the couch. “Everyone saw us come in here together, alone. With the door locked, they’d already draw their own conclusions.” He shrugs. “But well, with it open, they won’t have a need.” He smiles.
My breath catches and I look up at him with widened eyes before looking at the crack in the door. There are quite a few guests chattering outside the room. They’ve all come down here to get away from the noise of the music. They might be distracted now but it won’t take much to attract their attention.
“No, you can’t.” I gasp.
He removes his shirt, and I lick my lips at the sight of his hard, golden chest. “Yes, I can.” He grunts, reaching for my arm and tugging me against his half-naked body. This is compromising enough as it is. If anyone is seeing this, I’m already… I’m already, what? Ruined?I have no status to ruin, I remind myself. Still, I’ll be scorned, and it already feels as if I’m trapped in an underground pool of water, sealed off at the top, trapping me inside while I drown. I can get no lower than this. So, what am I fighting for? My right to self-authority? I can’t find the strength. The heat from his skin sizzles through me, and I shiver against him.
“Please. Close the door,” I whisper.
“And what good would that do? I want everyone at this party to know who you belong to. You’re mine, Olivia Primrose, and no one else can have you,” he grunts, gripping the back of my head and thrusting his tongue into my mouth until I imagine it moving between my legs. I clamp my legs shut in reaction and push away from him.
“No,” I say.
“No?” he asks. “I can smell your arousal on your breath, floating off your skin, Olivia. You want me. Don’t you?” he asks, unzipping my dress. A soft breeze brushes up against my back, and I tremble as the fabric slides over my shoulder and down my arms. I stop it, mid-fall, and attempt to pull it back up.
He chuckles while pulling the button of his trousers. “Surrender, Olivia. Accept your punishment.” They fall around his ankles, and my eyes widen at his thickness. It’s been so long since I’ve had it available to me. My breath shortens.
“What are you doing?! Don’t you care that someone will see?!” I gesture toward him and look behind me at the door.
He reaches for my face and pulls it back, so I can look at him. “I don’t care what they think of me. All that matters to me is that they know who owns you.”
You don’t own me,I want to yell, but I know the damning truth. He pulls the dress down my arms and lifts me out of it, sitting me on the couch and spreading my legs. “Adam…” I whisper, begging him to reconsider.
His beard scratches against the inside of my leg, and I shake like a leaf, gasping. “Adam…” I moan, begging him for more as my nipples tighten.
“You smell divine,” he says before his warm, wet, and firm tongue touches me. I bite down on my lip, rubbing my ass against the soft, dainty, velvet upholstery, trying not to attract attention. But attention is exactly what Adam wants as he presses deeper against me, gripping my legs as he sucks on the nub of flesh until it’s tender.
“Ohhhh.” I shudder, losing all sense of where I am until I realize all too late, that I’m making too much noise. He pulls me forward, so I’m splayed wider for him. My knees point up at the ceiling as the bottom of my feet slip off the couch. He presses his finger into me while lapping at my well.
The room is filled with his grunts and the wet slaps of his tongue against my folds as he ravages my cunt. Man, I hate this man for doing this to me, right here and now when he knows I’m helpless against the magic he performs on my body. I hate him so much for reducing my value and publicly claiming me so that no man will ever want to touch me again. I’m so embarrassed by how blissful ripples crackle and pop throughout every inch of my body, that I need him to hurt me while he pleases me. I need it desperately.
Reaching for his head, I press his face flush against me, so I can feel the sharpness of his beard scrape against the surrounding flesh. Grabbing hold of his hair, I tug, knowing he hates it. As predicted, he stops, and my legs tremble with the need to climax. “Please,” I whisper.
