Olivia Parker
"You think you can threaten me after everything?" I snapped back at Ethan. My heart pounded hard in my chest. I stepped away from him in the hallway and crossed my arms over my breasts. "Those photos mean nothing…leave me alone."
Ethan blocked my path completely. His grey eyes burned with suspicion. "Nursery photos do not lie, Olivia. Start talking now." His voice stayed low and menacing. He gripped my arm tight but I yanked it free and walked past him fast toward my room. My body still felt sore from last night yet the fated mate pull made me wet again just from his touch. I hated how much I craved him. What the hell is wrong?
I locked the door behind me and leaned against it. Fear for Noah filled me. I grabbed my phone and arranged more activities with the nanny. "Take him to the park today and do extra games," I texted her. Then I video called quickly. Noah appeared smiling with his stuffed wolf. "Mommy, the spy games are the best. When can I see you?"
"Soon baby. Mommy has work but I love you so much. Be good, okay?" I forced a smile until the call ended. This kept him content and far from the mansion chaos. I doubled down on hiding him. No one could know. That's necessary, you know?
The days blurred with tension. I sneaked moments alone in the guest bathroom. My hand slipped into my panties while I thought of Ethan's c**k pounding me. I rubbed my c**t fast and came quietly biting my lip. Guilt hit me right after but the horniness never stopped. I stayed terrified of exposure yet my body betrayed me constantly.
The mandatory Hayes business gala came soon as part of the will requirements. Ethan chose a revealing designer gown for me. It hugged every curve and showed too much cleavage. "Wear this tonight," he commanded when he handed it to me. "We must look like family." I don't even know why I'm fond of a man that abandoned me and believed his mistress over me for seven years. Is this even normal at all? After seven years of healing from what he did, here I am craving him. f**k!
I put it on in my room. The fabric rubbed my n*****s and made them hard. I already felt wet and throbbing before we even left.
At the gala the lights sparkled everywhere. Music played loud and people chatted in fancy clothes. Ethan's hand lingered possessively on my lower back as we walked through the crowd. His fingers pressed into me and sent heat straight to my p***y. I barely focused on anything. My thighs stayed pressed together but the ache grew worse with every step.
"You look ready to be f****d," Ethan whispered close to my ear. His breath made me shiver. I wanted to slap him but my body leaned closer instead.
We moved through conversations with business partners. I smiled politely but my mind stayed on his c**k. My panties grew soaked. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and tried to ignore the throbbing.
Suddenly Vivian appeared at the entrance. My mother crashed the gala in a dramatic red dress. She walked straight to me and pulled me into a side room away from the noise. "Olivia, we need to talk now."
I stared at her in shock. "What are you doing here? After all these years?"
Vivian closed the door and spoke low. "I tipped off the lawyers about your return. William promised me protection if I helped expose the truth. His wife hid a life-threatening illness years ago. William covered it up, and revealing it now could void parts of the empire."
My stomach dropped as betrayal layered on more betrayal. "You caused all this? After leaving me alone as a child?" I grabbed her arm tight. Anger and heartbreak mixed inside me. "Why?"
Vivian looked away then back at me. "I had my reasons. But you deserved better than what happened with Ethan and Madison." She squeezed my hand once before slipping back into the crowd.
I stood there stunned. The music from the gala felt distant. Everything I knew felt broken. I walked back out and found Ethan waiting. His hand returned to my lower back. "What did she want?" he demanded.
"Nothing important," I lied and let him lead me away. The horniness mixed with fear made my head spin.
Later that night the tension exploded. Ethan pulled me into a private gala suite. "You belong to me tonight," he growled and locked the door. He bent me over the balcony railing. The party continued below with lights and laughter but he did not care. He lifted my gown and thrust his thick c**k into me hard and deep from behind.
I moaned loudly and gripped the railing. "Ethan... someone might see." Yet I pushed back against him. He f****d me possessively. His hand wrapped lightly around my throat. "You are my fated stepsister. This p***y is mine." He pounded deeper. Each slam made my breasts bounce and my n*****s rub against the cold railing.
The risk made me wetter. Pleasure built fast. I came hard, trembling around him. My legs shook but he kept going. He growled filthy words about owning me completely. I came again shaking and moaning his name. He filled me with hot spurts right after.
We stayed there for a moment. My body trembled in the afterglow. Ethan held me close from behind. His arms wrapped around me tight.
His phone suddenly lit up on the table nearby. He reached for it and froze. A photo showed on the screen. Six-year-old Noah smiled brightly. The caption read "Your son looks just like you at that age. Ask Olivia why she never told you."
Ethan's body stiffened against mine. His voice turned ice-cold as he gripped my chin and forced me to face him. “You have exactly one minute to explain who this boy is... before I destroy everything you’ve built.”