Chapter Seven

OLIVIA

I was glad when I got home to see that there was no one around, I quietly went to my room and cried some more, image of Gael with another woman in his arms following me.

He scorned the most precious thing I was keeping for after our wedding, had the nerve to call me and old maid, what, does he think I don't know how to make love? That stung.

I didn't know how long I just laid there but when a maid knocked to tell me dinner is ready, I told her that I wasn't having dinner.

I needed to forget about Gael, he's just a jerk and I should be happy that I saw his ugly side before it was too late.

I went into the bathroom, took a quick shower.

I had just came out from the bathroom, threw my towel off to apply my cream when the door suddenly crashed opened.

My head snapped off, ready to tell the maid off but the words I wanted to utter suddenly died on my lips when I saw who was standing there.

Xander.

I scrambled for the towel and awkwardly wrapped it around myself, my whole body flushing hot under the weight of his gaze even through the fabric.

"Can't you knock?" I snapped as he came inside and shut the door behind him.

His shoulders were tensed and his gaze was unreadable but it made my heart spike, my pulse thudding somewhere low and traitorous.

"You didn't come down for dinner, there are rules."

"Fuck those damn rules and get out of my room." I clenched out, even as my body betrayed me, heat pooling fast between my thighs at the mere proximity of him.

His eyes glowed molten as he stared at me with an expression that made me take a step back, "You would talk to your daddy in such a way? I told you, for every disobedience, you'll get punished." He said while moving closer, like a predator about to pounce on its prey and I was that prey, my nipples hardening beneath the towel like they already knew what was coming.

I licked my suddenly dried lips and took another step back, goodness, this Alpha could devour me to the bones and not even my remains would be left, and some shameless part of me wanted exactly that.

I swallowed nervous, "I... I was just startled when you suddenly came in, I mean I wasn't properly dressed and all."

His lips twisted mockingly, "Relax bunny, not like there's something attractive to see."

His words hit close to the mark, Gael had just called me an old maid and insinuated that I wouldn't be good in bed and now this man here says that I am not attractive?

I gritted my teeth at the sting and smiled back coldly, emboldened by a strange spirit, I walked up to him and slowly let my towel drop, baring myself to him fully, my skin prickling under the intensity of his stare, my breath coming shallow and fast, my whole body on display and aching for him to look his fill.

"So, you think I am not attractive, not good enough?" I asked, my tone daring, though my whole body trembled with the effort of holding still under his eyes.

He had grown taut like a wire ready to snap any moment, his eyes bored into mine, then dropped, slow and deliberate, tracing every inch of me until I felt it like a physical touch, lingering on my breasts, my hips, the ache building between my thighs, my skin burning wherever his gaze landed.

"You are playing with fire...bunny." he said, his voice rough, strained, and I smirked despite the ache building low in my stomach, wet heat already gathering shamelessly at his stare alone.

"What a shame, you can only see but you're not allowed to touch." I whispered close to his ear, letting my breath fan against his skin, feeling the shudder that ran through him at the closeness, my nipples brushing his chest for one fleeting second before I turned to walk away from him, "Close the door on your way out."

"You think you can order me out of your room, I am..."

"I don't care who you are, get out." I said, though my voice shook, my body screaming a different answer than the one leaving my mouth.

"Seems like I have to teach you how to use your words, that mouth of yours should be used for something useful." He growled, and the sound of it rolled straight through me, hot and heavy, pooling between my legs until I had to press my thighs together just to breathe through it.

"W...what do you mean by that?" I stuttered as his hands went to his belt, was he going to hit me?

I stood frozen as he undid his belt, my heart hammering, some traitorous part of me aching to know what he intended, but instead of raising it to hit me, he threw it aside. Heat flooded my face when he unzipped his pants and I was staring at his very huge alpha glory, thick and heavy and already glistening at the tip.

Damn, he was big, that machine of his could rip me into several pieces, and somehow the thought only made me wetter.

I swallowed convulsively, this was what he meant to get punished? That rod could kill me by splitting me open, and my body clenched around nothing at the thought.

"D...d... daddy I.. I'm sorr..." I started to say but his deep growl interrupted me.

"On your knees now." He growled, and something in his voice made my whole body throb in answer.

I couldn't help myself, I found myself on my knees before his pulsing cock, clad only in a towel with my mother just downstairs, the danger of being caught only sharpening the ache pulsing between my legs.

"Take it all in, now." He ordered, and liquids pooled hot in my stomach, a raw aching need I couldn't control started eating me from the inside.

I was not an old maid, I was attractive and could handle a man's cock.

Tentative, I touched the tip of his cock with my tongue, tasting the salt of him, and a hissing sound escaped from him that sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my core.

"All of it." He commanded and I wrapped my mouth around his velvet length but couldn't take all of him in, he was damn huge, stretching my lips wide.

His hand was fisted on my hair and when I tried to pull back because I was gagging already, he shoved me right back, holding me still, his cock hitting the back of my throat.

"Open your mouth bunny." He said, his tone suddenly soft, coaxing, "relax yourself and take it all in."

I closed my eyes and simply gave myself to the feeling, opened the back of my throat and took him in inch by inch, until he filled me completely, stretching me, my jaw aching, my own arousal soaking through the towel bunched beneath me.

He stood rock still above me, every muscle locked tight, like a bomb ticking down to detonation.

He withdrew, almost to only the tip, and slammed back in, fucking my mouth in slow deliberate thrusts, and I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse low above me, the hot velvet slide of him filling my mouth over and over.

My middle was throbbing so bad, slick and empty, aching to be filled the same way, but I couldn't reach it, couldn't let go of his legs that I clung to just to keep steady beneath the force of him.

"Xander, Olivia, what's taking you both so long?" My mom's voice suddenly sounded, followed immediately by the sound of her footsteps coming upstairs, right toward the direction of my room.