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Her head shoots up, and her eyes widen. “B-but my breasts. They ache for you. Please, I need my flesh against your flesh.” She pants, pressing her hands against the soft mounds beneath the fabric.
I groan and bite my lip against the rush that slams into my body. “Olivia,” I warn before spinning around and hurrying away from her to the door in the back.
“Adam?” she cries. My name on her lips is the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear. “Adam. Please. Don’t leave me like this.”
Opening the adjoining door leads me into my study. I sweep my hand across my desk, cleaning it of every obstruction before spinning around to see her standing at the doorway. She hugs the book close to her chest, stroking it the way I want to stroke her.
Since the ball and the non-verbal declaration to everyone, stating that she’s mine, I’ve been able to relax. That night was like an explosion of control and power. Like medicine, it drowned out the words of my father. Now everyone who attended that event knows whose orders she answers to, proving him wrong. I’m not weak, and I’m not a fool. Every man who had their eyes on her can attest to that.
They know that since she belongs to me, should they ever approach her, they’d lose a limb or their lives. And best of all, my brother knows I gave her the best fuck of her life. She screamed it toward the end, and it echoed off the walls toward every inquisitive ear. My aunt wasn’t pleased, however, to know that I sexed someone in the middle of her party. But well, that’s what she deserves for lying to me and asking me to put my past behind me, failing to regard how my father’s lifestyle and his punishments ruined me.
The sweet cherry on top must be that Olivia can’t keep her hands off me since that night. On the carriage ride home, her pride is no more as she begs to suck my cock. No matter how much I’ve yelled at her and pushed her away, trying to restore order, since then, it seems to backfire in the best possible way.
She’s aroused by the slightest touch when I raise my voice and when I lower it. I’m the only one on her mind, and I’m the only one she wants. She hasn’t even asked me about my brother. It’s as if he’s already forgotten. It’s such a rush, knowing how confident he is and proving to him that he doesn’t get to have everything he wants.
Knowing how many obstacles I could blast away that night and how she looks at me with burning need and desire, it’s been impossible to resist her. The best part is I don’t have to. I’m not sweating from my palms or jumping out of my skin to prove that I’m the one in control anymore. She knows it, and she… likes it. Sex has become something I never could have imagined for myself.
She’s panting and looking at me now with heavy lids and flushed cheeks, nibbling on her plump, pink bottom lip, clutching at the frame of the door. She wets her lips, and my cock knocks against my pants, requesting to be released. Her damp mouth paints a beautiful picture, likening it to the smooth inside of her plump, wet cunt.
“I could punish you by leaving you like this, couldn’t I?” My voice is heavy and husky, like the rumbling of a beast. I swallow against my tightening chest gripping the desk beneath my arse. She shivers. “But if I did that, I’d only be punishing myself,” I confess, pressing my hand against my cock, which expands so much, I’m afraid it will pop. “Come here,” I groan.
She smiles and hurries over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. Her lips crash down on mine in desperate hunger. She wraps her legs around my hips, and my throbbing cock is painfully aware that with a couple manoeuvres, I could be buried within her in less than a second. But the thought of her stubbornness, her excitement over something as simple as dusty books, and her lust for knowledge, turns me on.
Spinning her around, I lay her back on the desk, rubbing my clothed cock against her as she moans. “I want you to read Chapter One to me,” I say while kissing her neck and tugging her bodice beneath her breasts.
“What?” she asks, throwing her head back and moaning when I suck them into my mouth.
“I think the best way to learn is if you’re having fun, wouldn’t you agree?” I ask, kissing the dip between her breasts and lifting her dress over her knees.
The fluff between her legs is moistened with her juices, and it brings out the beast in me. “Read it to me, now. That’s an order,” I growl, dipping my head and kissing the inside of her legs. I’m between beast and saint as my knees knock against her intoxication. “You smell amazing,” I grumble more for myself, than her.
“Adam,” she moans, gripping my hair. I ease up, pulling her hands off me and pinning them next to her, groaning.
“Read the damn book, Olivia.”
She huffs and scowls at me now. My heart rejoices in irritating her. “Why?”
“Because I said so,” I order.
She sighs. “In a faraway land…” She drags on at first, rolling her eyes. I grin, kissing her neck and pulling my tongue down to lick her nipples. She moans but continues, “There was a woman by the name of…” She yelps as I pull her hips closer to my face.
She clears her throat, but her voice is hoarse. Kissing her belly beneath her stays, I knead her breasts before dropping to my knees. “Next to her, there lived a cold mmm…” she moans.
I lick up the inside of her leg, watching as her hips writhe. Smiling, I lick up the flavour between her folds, and she shivers. Shifting to my feet, I stand over her, watching her skin pinken, her body arch and her legs splay before me. I’m tempted to dip my length inside her pretty cunt, but I like teasing her. She avoids eye contact with me, keeping her eyes on the book, and I smile. I didn’t think she could get any sexier but an intellectual? Is it weird that I feel lucky to be in her presence? I shake my head at the thought as the reminder slams through me that she’s a prisoner.
My throat tightens as I remember that in a few days, I’ll need to keep the promise I made to her, her father, and my men. If I don’t follow through with that promise, everything I felt at that party will break apart into crumbs. I’ll learn that I’m a fool.
But do I mind being a fool for her? Crap. I don’t want to ever have to give this up. Sex can be had with anybody but sex with her? I’ll never have it again if she’s dead. But if I don’t stick to my word, everything I’ve built will weaken. My threats won’t mean anything.
She looks up from her book and regards me. I catch her eye, and she blinks away. Her brown eyes flip my heart in a somersault, and I groan. “What are you looking at?” I ask.
She raises her brow. “The book.” She wiggles it at me, and a smile pulls at my face.
It's been a long time since I smiled this much with a woman. I never thought it would happen again but here I am, enjoying the company of someone I’m meant to kill in a few days or spare, depending on whether Townes shows up. It’s madness.
Ever since she came into my life, I’ve not looked at another woman lustfully. When my balls tighten, and my cock aches, she’s the only one I want to relieve it. Leaning over her, while deep in my thoughts, I unconsciously kiss the top of her knee. I jerk back but instead of backing away, I lean in some more, lowering myself on top of her.
Her voice tumbles against my head on her abdomen, and her words roll over me. I gasp as I’m hit with the truth; I don’t think I want to have sex with anyone else. She’s fun, stubborn, and she can handle me. She’s strong minded too, on top of the kindness that made her attractive to me before. She’s too good for me; a bell dings in my head. If she dies, I might as well become a monk. Being with anyone else would be pointless.
