Olivia’s POV
“Don’t cross the line, Olivia,” he warned with a low growl.
I saw the disappointment in his eyes. I felt guilt stab at my heart, but pride consumed me and didn’t allow me to make amends.
“The most important person in the world to me has always been my father. He did everything for me. He was there for me when Nicole ran away to leech off you. You are my mate, and if you can’t support me in trying my best to repay him for all that he had done for me while he was alive, then I don’t see what we should be together.”
The words tumbled out of my mouth like water from a waterfall. His expression was so raw and full of pain, and I could feel his anger burning hot.
I wanted to say, ‘I was sorry’ or, ‘I had made a mistake, ‘ but something held the words in my throat.
“This relationship of ours can’t stand if you can’t support the things and people that I care about. I can’t just be there for you anytime you want to blow off steam and relieve yourself of sexual tension. I’m not your whore. I’m not your pleasure tool. I have a life, and I am old enough to make my own choices, meet people, and determine who and who isn’t worthy of my trust.”
I had hit the nail on the head, and when I stared into his face, I saw how dark his pupils had become. I felt my heart beating wildly, and I could feel the pain of my words in my heart.
Had I really said all of that? Did I really mean what I said? Was that how I felt about being mated to him?
I felt my body tremble, but my lips were sealed. I could not take back everything that I had said, and even if I could, the venom had sunk too deep and spread too far.
“Andre…”
His arm grabbed me, and before I could realise what was happening, I was laid across his knee, and his palm came down sharply on my butt.
Spank!
The pain was raw and very real. I wanted to tell him how much it hurt but was silent. I doubted my own feelings. I couldn’t trust my own intentions.
“You think our mate bond is silly? You think that what the Goddess has given us is a joke?”
The fury in his voice was as hot as lava and flowed from his lips with the same viscosity.
His palms came down on my skin again, but this time, there was no pain.
A slight moan escaped my lips; before I realised it, it was too late.
I knew it. My body had betrayed me. I wanted to be angry at him, angry at him for not seeing things my way, but I simply couldn’t.
His palm came down on my butt a third time, but he was softer.
“After everything I do for you, you still think that a random man you met in the city is more important than me.”
I still felt the anger in his voice, but it was toned down slightly.
I could detect a slight husk.
He grabbed me and pinned me to the bed.
His eyes hadn’t changed. They were still dark and angry. His jaw ticked in irritation.
I tried to fight my way out of his grasp, but it was pointless.
I tried to kick him away. I wanted to escape from him before my body betrayed me even further, but he trapped my thighs between his legs, and I was immobilised.
“Tell it to my face again, Olivia. Call our bond silly again. I want you to say it.”
I struggled to release my hands, but he pinned me down harder.
“Let go of me! Get off!”
“No. You are going to stay here and justify what you said. Tell me to my face what you think of our bond. Say it, and I will let you go. I will disappear from your life, and you will never have to see me again.”
My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t say anything. I wanted to tell him that I didn’t mean to say it, but my anger and pride buried my sincerity to the bottom of my heart.
In truth, I hadn’t told him about needing to do anything for my father. My plan had just been to run, and seeing the letter only gave me more reasons to leave.
However, I couldn’t tell him that because that would mean admitting that I was running from him.
“Why are you silent? Can’t you say it anymore? Tell me the truth, Olivia. Did he touch you? The nights that you touched yourself, was it him that made you feel good?”
He pinned my arms above my head with one arm, and the other slipped down to bud.
“Even when you say hateful things to me, you are still soaking for me. Or are you thinking about him right now?”
He made slow circular motions on the tip of my bud. I tried to muffle the soft groans, but they fought to come out.
I turned my head away from him. I was ashamed. I was angry and embarrassed.
All he did was touch me, and my defences came crashing down.
I felt the sensation getting stronger. His fingers hadn’t even penetrated me, yet I could hear my pussy slushing with juices as he pleasured my engorged bud.
“Did he ever make you this wet? Fuck! You’re soaking, Olivia.”
He pressed his palm against my clitoris, and my body gave out. A loud moan erupted from my lips and filled the entire room.
“I can tell that your feelings are raw. Tell me if anyone has ever made you feel this good. Have you moaned anyone else’s name the way you moaned mine? Talk to me, Olivia.”
My face was red and hot, and the sensations continued to multiply. I felt weak to his touch. I was mad at him, but I couldn’t stop myself from letting him claim my body as his.
“Let go of me, Andre.”
My voice was weak and breathy, and Andre’s fingers stopped for a second.
“Do you really want me to?”
I felt my body stiffen. My legs were numb. Nothing felt real except the pleasurable throbbing between my thighs.
Did I really want him to stop?
His eyes were fixed on me, but I refused to turn to look at him. I wanted to be mad at him, to be angry, yet I craved him unashamedly.
My body has betrayed my feelings. How could I ever trust myself again?
His finger gently circled my clitoris, and I let out another groan.
“Tell me to stop, and I will. If our bond means little to you, tell me you don’t want me, and I will disappear.”
My tongue was stuck. No words came out.
I felt his hands grab my hair and turn my head to look into his olivine eyes.
“You are all mine, kitten. And regardless of what you say, I’m never letting you go. You belong to me. No one can have you. Ever.”