How could anyone resist?
I sank myself deep into her. Until my balls hit her cunt, her thighs clenching, her body tensing.
“Fuck,” she whimpered.
I gripped her head against mine, sliding my other hand over her stomach, and I began fucking her like she deserved. Deep, and hard, and unforgiving.
“Fuck,” I panted, brushing my lips against hers, teasing her with my tongue, my head spinning, my heart racing, butterflies erupting throughout my veins. “Fuck, Olivia,” I whimpered. I needed her. I needed her more than I needed a gun in my hand, more than I needed to feel the shattering of bones against my fist. I needed her like I needed air to breathe.
“God,” I moaned, feeling her everywhere. “Lie to me,” Iordered her breathlessly. “Lie to me like the good whore you are.”
She groaned, bucking her hips forward as much as she could. “I hate you,” she panted, my eyes flashing open, locking with hers.
They were wide, vulnerable, glimmering with tears and fire, her moans falling from her lips as she nodded desperately. “I hate you,” she grunted. “I hate you so much, Everett,fuck, I hate you.”
My heart slammed against my ribs, something like adrenaline flooding through me, the rush unlike anything I had ever felt before.
Her jaw went slack, her face contorting as her pussy clamped down around mine. “Oh,God!”
I couldn’t control myself. Something within me snapped and I fucking dug my fingers into her skull and slammed into her with every ounce of who I was, her body slamming back against the chair, her cries becoming untethered and chaotic as she came around me, warmth flooding over my cock, spurts of her cum splashing against my hips every time I pulled out and slammed back in.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, our eyes locked.
“I hate you, I hate you,” she fumbled, tears streaming down her face. “I fucking hate you.”
I groaned, exploding inside of her, emptying myself into her over and over again, until she had squeezed my dry. Until I had nothing left to give. Until all of me had woven into every vein of her.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body going limp when I finally slowed. She swallowed hard, her lips parted on a silent breath. “Red,” she mumbled.
My hand, as if something else had taken control, immediately loosened. I leaned back, searching her face as I carefully pulledout of her. She was a mess.
Iwas a mess.
But she had never looked more beautiful.
I carefully untangled myself from her and reached for the ribbon, pulling on a single piece, and watching as it fluttered away from her bruised wrists.
I unstrapped her feet next and gently picked her up, carrying her to my bed, her body limp like a ragdoll in my arms.
I laid her down gently and headed for the kitchen, filling up a warm bowl of water and grabbing a washcloth and brush from my bathroom on the way back.
She had already fallen asleep by the time I returned, but I took the time to clean her off and brush her hair, braiding it back so it would be easier to wash later.
“Be Vulnerable,”Greyson had said. I didn’t know if this was vulnerable or not, but it felt right. Taking care of her felt right.
I pulled the blankets back and pulled them over her, tucking her in as she breathed softly. She would wake up sore and drained, in need of water and food, but she would wake up safe.
I ran my fingers across her cheek, the motion alien and unfamiliar. Affection was not my strong suit. It never has been, but I was trying for her, and I hoped what I was doing was enough. I had never put a girl through anything like that, and when I put her through something similar, I kicked them out when I was done. I didn’t care how it affected them or what they thought of me afterwards, it was a one and done deal, aside from the girls I used to have on standby whenever I came to town, but sex with them was rough and quick, nothing like this.
But Olivia?
My Olivia?
I wasn’t sure if this was enough, maybe it was something we would have to talk about, but I hoped, for now, it was good enough.
I swallowed as I took her in, her words repeating themselves over and over in my head.
“Lie to me.”
