“He will still believe in you, Olivia. You’re not the sum of your body. You are so much more, and just because you’re with me, doesn’t change that. Why can’t you believe that and just tell him?”
“I—I just need more time.” The words were hollow, said too many times without any results.
“No, you don’t.”
We both knew the truth. If she couldn’t tell him by now, she never would. Olivia needed to believe in herself. I had to accept that I couldn’t do that for her. Maybe some day in the future, she’d reach that point and come back to me. God knows I’d probably still be there waiting.
The pain flooded me to the point of drowning. I couldn’t breathe and didn’t know what to do. So, I did the only thing I knew how—the thing we were so good at. My words weren’t enough, but I’d always been better about expressing my emotions with my body. Even if it was goodbye.
Pulling her into my arms, I wasted no time pressing my mouth to hers. She lifted on her toes and met me halfway. We collided like a supernova. Our feelings coming together in a final explosion before dying out.
“Make love to me, Kent. One more time. Please.”
Everything turned frantic, and as much as I wanted to slow down and savor each final touch, I just needed to be inside her.
Without any finesse, I fumbled under her skirt, finding the flimsy lace panties she loved so much and tore them. Her fingers dug into my hair, holding me in place so she could fuse her mouth to mine.
My hands roamed her body, not knowing where to go first. I squeezed her bare ass, hoisting her up enough to move us both to the couch. She leaned back against the arm, her chest thrust out, and I tore down the thin strap of her bra and dress, kissing, licking, and biting my way to her hard nipple.
Taking time to make sure she was ready, I swirled my fingers around her clit, spreading her wetness. I knew when I freed my cock, I’d be a savage—ruthless in getting inside her body.
Playing with her pussy, I kissed up her neck to her ear. “I love you, Olivia.”
Her breath hitched, and a restrained whimper broke free, lashing at my heart. “I love you too, Kent.” She tugged my hair to press our foreheads together, panting when I pushed my fingers inside.
A pained groan worked its way up my chest, and I flipped her around, needing an outlet for everything inside me. I ripped my pants open and bent my knees, shoving inside. We both cried out from pleasure and pain. I took only a moment to bury my head against the back of her neck and memorize the feel of her wet cunt around me. When she wriggled her hips, trying to move me, I obliged—rutting against her like a wild animal.
One hand latched on to her breast, pinching her nipple. The other was being guided to her throat. Olivia held it there where I could feel every cry of pleasure vibrating her soft neck. Where I could feel the thin chain of my possession still clasped tight. I squeezed softly, wanting to imprint the necklace on her skin, so even if she took it off, it’d always be there.
“Please, Kent,” Olivia cried.
Tears splashed against my arm, and fire burned behind my eyes. I couldn’t tell you the last time I cried, but having strong, brave, bold Olivia break in my arms, gutted me.
“Please, don’t end this.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”
Through it all, I never stopped thrusting. If anything, I fucked her harder, our skin slapping together, mixing with our pain to make the most sorrowful song that would haunt me long after she left.
“Please, don’t.”
She kept muttering it over and over. Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t leave me. Please, don’t do this. Please, don’t.
Each one hitting me harder than the last.
I squeezed her throat harder, wanting to give her the biggest high, the strongest orgasm, so it would be impossible to forget.
We were both so consumed by the storm engulfing us, neither of us heard the click of the door opening.
“Vivian said you’d be—”
As if in slow motion, I turned to watch a wide-eyed Daniel, his face morphing from shock to pure, unfiltered rage. The seconds stretched, and I took in the scene from his perspective. My hand around his niece’s throat. Her crying. Me buried so deep inside her, I didn’t know where I stopped, and she began.
The seconds lasted forever, letting me take in every emotion rolling across his face and feeling the guilt of my actions, seeing the ramifications before they even happened.
“What the fuck?” Daniel roared.
For every second that lasted forever, they moved at warp speed now.
Olivia’s muttered, “Oh, my god.” Me turning away to cover her. Daniel dropping his cup right before he built speed like a battering ram. I’d barely tucked my cock back in my pants and moved Olivia to the side before he collided, taking us both to the ground.