Inching her panties to the side, I peeled back the fabric and teased her clit. She moaned, bucking her hips against my growing erection. It didn’t take long before she was soaking wet for me. Olivia spread her legs wider, making room for me to push two fingers into her.
“Drake,” she mumbled into the pillow. “That feels good. Please don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Pressing my nose to her neck, I breathed in her sweet perfume and fucked her with my fingers. “Come for me, baby. Make a mess.”
She dripped onto my hand, so fucking wet I couldn’t wait to be inside her. Like a needy little brat, she rocked her hips, driving my fingers deeper.
“You want more, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
I shoved down my boxer briefs and quickly discarded her panties. Fisting my cock, I lined myself up at her entrance from behind. She had a big ass and thick thighs, a vast difference from the skinny girl I saved five years ago. I was obsessed with her body, driven by my need to have her.
Olivia whimpered at the initial pinch.
I brushed my lips on her cheek and inched into her. She was tight, so I took my time, careful not to hurt her. Over the years, she never had a boyfriend. Never dated anyone in college.
She’d saved herself for me.
I knew that without asking.
This girl was mine.
After she came once, I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, I slammed into her, this time not waiting for her to accommodate my size. Head down, she moaned my name, moving in rhythm with me.
My mind went blank as I thrust harder. But then, those brutal images flashed across my field of vision. Tate being forced to the ground. Me with my hands behind my back, ankles tied, my face pressed into the dirt.
My heart kicked into overdrive, and every inch of my body vibrated with anger. Intense rage coursed through my veins. I gripped the first thing I felt and squeezed. Nearly on the verge of blacking out, I kept moving my body and tightening my grip.
Someone screamed.
“Drake, stop it! You’re hurting me.”
At the sound of my name, I snapped out of the trance and back to the present. I was holding Olivia down by her neck and fucking her way too hard.
“Fuck,” I whispered, heart pounding too fast to see straight, and pulled out of her. “Liv, I’m… Fuck. I’m sorry.”
I dropped onto the mattress and put a hand over my heart. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get it to slow down. The flashbacks produced pure terror. Lost in the moment, I often had trouble distinguishing between what was real and make-believe.
Olivia turned around, tears staining her cheeks, and sobbed. “What the fuck was that, Drake? I thought you were going to kill me? I couldn’t breathe. Never fucking do that shit again, asshole.”
“I said I’m sorry. Fuck.” Yanking at the ends of my sweaty hair, I groaned. “I didn’t mean it. It keeps happening. I think I’m back in the cave… And it’s like I black out or something.”
Olivia gathered her clothes and slid off the bed. “I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep doing this with you. The nightmares are not improving. In fact, you’re getting worse. Go see a doctor. Get some medicine. Talk to someone about what happened to you. Or better yet, how about you talk to me?”
I closed the distance, and she backed away from me. “I talk to you all the time.”
“What did they do to you? Unless you tell me, I won’t know how to help you.”
She turned her back on me and headed toward the door. I hopped off the bed and darted after her, stopping her before she could leave.
“Baby, come on. I would never hurt you.”
“You just did like two seconds ago.” She opened the door. “Fuck you, Drake Battle. Go fucking fuck yourself.”
I didn’t follow her this time. It was best to let her decompress on her own. But maybe I should have gone after her. If I had, I could have stopped the ripple effect.
CHAPTER 28
