His Love, Her Revenge

Chapter six

Olivia’s POV

His lips covered mine as his tongue thrust in and I choke on it.

A violent chill tore through my body, freezing me to my very core before an unbearable yet undeniably sweet heat surged through me, spreading through every inch of my body and setting my senses alight.

Kellen gripped my breast through my thin shirt .

I pressed closer to him and a deep , almost pleased sound rumbled from his throat .

He pulled back from the kiss.

I breath a quiet sigh of relief, my heart still racing but somehow beneath the relief was something I couldn’t quite explain. A lingering warmth that made me want him closer again but before I could make sense of that contradiction, his arm slipped around my waist and the other beneath my thighs .

I gasped as he lifted me effortlessly from the chair .

“What are you doing ?” I whispered though my voice lacked the firmness I intended.

He didn’t answer .

He carried me across the office toward the large desk, his steps steady and deliberate.

The expensive leather chair sat abandoned behind us as he lowered me onto the edge of the desk.

My fingers instinctively gripped his shoulders .

Then he stepped closer.

Far too close.

The sudden proximity sent a shiver through me and I became aware of his hard d**k .His breath brushed against my skin, warm and uneven while his gaze held mine with an intensity that made my heart stumble .

His hand cradled the back of my head to keep me in place as his lips collided with mine again.

His hand slid down, and with a swift movement, he undid my trousers. He tossed them aside along with my underwear, then grabbed my shirt and pulled hard.

When it ripped , He leaned down and bit my breast, moved to the other breast and sucked until I screamed and pleaded for him to stop .

He gentled and flicked my n****e with his tongue while I stared helplessly at the ceiling , trying to convince myself that none of this was real.

Maybe I would wake up.

Maybe this was some twisted nightmare my mind had created and in a few seconds I would be back in the safety of my own thoughts , far away from him and the dangerous warmth spreading through my body .

But the rough fabric of his shirt brushed against my skin grounding me in a reality I couldn’t escape.

Or I didn’t want to escape , if I told Kellen to stop he would but I didn’t because strangely enough, I wanted it—the urgency in his touch, the way his hand slipped lower as he undid my trousers.

My fingers tightened against the edge of the desk .

He guided me backward with the edge of the desk pressed against me. Before I could gather my thoughts, He eased me onto its smooth surface .

My throat was dry and pulse pounding between my legs. My thighs parted slightly , needy , aching and inviting .

I didn’t try to be coy . I couldn’t.

Not when my p***y pulsed with every second of delay.

I gasped , my back arched as his fingertips found my c**t,slick, swollen and already aching for more. He didn’t ease me in.

He shoved two fingers deep into my p***y , thrusting hard and fast , filling me so suddenly my thighs jerked.

My face twist as I clenched around him.”so f*****g tight”.

“f**k, baby you’re soaked.”His voice was nearly a growl as he spoke .

I gripped his shoulders.

“Mmm…” A soft moan escaped my lips, sharp , breathless , raw.

I didn’t care if anyone heard.

“I know you want it baby .”

A beat of silence passed before I blurted “ What about your meeting?”.

He barely spared the question a thought before his eyes settled on me again.

“Whatever it is, it can wait,” he murmured.

“Because right now, there’s nothing in this world I want more than you.”

The meeting had become nothing more than a distant thought, something he could deal with later. Right now, he was consumed by me—by the warmth of my presence, the closeness between them.

He knew people were waiting for him. He knew his phone was probably filling with impatient messages. But none of it mattered. Not now. His thoughts had narrowed to this single moment, and for once, he had no desire to pull himself away from it.

The meeting could wait. The world could wait.

For those few stolen moments, I was the only thing he cared about.

He focused on his finger moving between my thighs.”No, I can’t. This…..”

He shook his head and gripped his d**k through his pants and began to stroke.

“I can’t resist you.”

He jerked me closer to him and fumbled with his pants as he settled between my quaking thighs .

I felt as if I had no control over my body as my p***y yielded to him.

“I love you baby” Kellen moaned. He pulled out and then slipped back in.

He closed his eyes and trembled above me.

“oh my God ,” I whimpered softly as he drive into me deep and nonstop.

His hands gripped my thighs , spreading me wide as he f****d me like he owned me .

Like he always had.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t f*****g think.

Because I enjoy it .

I could only feel his thick length stretching me , his name falling from my lips like a desperate prayer , the sound of his skin slapping mine and the way I clenched my fist on the desk like I wanted more.

Because I did.

He thrusted me with a rhythm that left me breathless and within minutes climaxed.

Slowly he pulled out of me.

I followed his gaze and watched him drip over me .

I was still trying to understand what we had just done when Kellen leaned closer, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

His fingers brushed my cheek.

Then he whispered, almost too calmly .

“You’re mine now , Olivia.”

My heart skipped.

I stared at him , unable to tell whether those words thrilled me or terrified me.

Because the worst part wasn’t what he’d said.

It was the realization that a small, reckless part of me wanted it to be true.