The Vampire Playboy - Blood and Lust

Chapter 33

Olivia's POV

I shouldn't have let Carmella's words get to me, but the rot had set in long ago and tonight I'd just reached the limit. I couldn't understand why Charles wouldn't just leave me alone, did he think me that stupid? Was Carmella right, or was I just a challenge for him? Was he playing a game? It made no sense he had rejected me and embarrassed me, he had let Carmella touch him in ways I longed to, I knew they'd had s*x previously too, so what was wrong with me? He could say it was because of Noah but that detail didn't seem to matter all those times he had kissed me and I'd felt him hard pressed against me. What changed other than Carmella's presence? I hated her, I hated that she had him and I didn't, I hated that she knew how to get under my skin and I hated that she was here and he wanted her and not me.

I wiped away a tear that had fallen onto my cheek.

"Are you ok love?" The taxi driver asked as he looked in his rearview mirror.

"Fine thank you" I replied, swallowing down a sob.

It was coming down outside and the wind had picked up, the storm predictions seemed to be correct. I watched the blur of shapes in the dark as the water collided with the windows before the car came to a stop, I rolled my eyes as I saw we were at the bottom of the drive and sighed as I handed over the money.

The wind whipped around me slapping at my bare legs, I was cursing my choice to wear heels as I tried to walk towards the cabin. The sting as the rain hit me was painful, my hair resembled rats' tails and was sticking to my face making it difficult to see where I was going. I took out my phone to try to get some light in the pitch black as I stumbled towards the house. Moments later I crashed to the ground as my foot caught on something.

"f**k" I cried out as my knee collided with the ground and pain spread down my leg, all the tears I'd been trying to hold in poured out of me, the rain washing them away as they fell. I pushed myself up and continued up finally reaching the house, my fingers numb as I fumbled with the keypad on the door trying to put the pin into it. I tried to palm my wet hair out of my face and eyes to see better but every time I did the wind would smash it back along with rain, it felt like a wall of concrete smashing into me. The frustration was rising in me threatening to bubble over, I just wanted to get inside so I could curl up in the shower and then bed and pretend this whole thing hadn't happened ever. I'd tell the others I was sick tomorrow and just spend it in bed if I could ever get this stupid door open.

Eventually, it opened throwing me inside and onto the floor in the process, I swore again as I tried to pick myself up, the heat from inside made my skin sting, I turned on the lights and glanced at my knee, blood oozed out of it and dirt stuck to it. s**t, I'd have to clean that or I'd get infected. I kicked off one shoe and the other in a different direction. My clothes were saturated and stuck to my skin, dripping water everywhere as I went to the kitchen and began opening cupboards until I found a small first aid kit. Tucking my phone into the pocket of my skirt, I limped over to the table before I pulled out a chair. I didn't give a damn if it meant soaking the chair. The door flew open causing me to jump before a figure appeared inside, drenched, it took me a moment to realise it was Charles. s**t. Did he follow me?

"You're bleeding?" He said before rushing to my side, "Are you hurt?"

"How did you know I was bleeding," I asked, there was no way he could have seen my knee from by the door.

"There are drops of blood, let me have a look," he said, bending down and gently manoeuvring my knee with his fingers, "there's dirt in here, it needs to be washed and some antiseptic put on it, I don't think it's deep. What happened? How did this happen?" He moved to grab some saline wipes from the kit on the table.

"The stupid taxi driver dropped me at the bottom of the drive instead of the top and I wore those stupid heels, I tripped and fell. What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here."

"Should I not? It's my house?" He sounded amused.

"You know very well what I meant" I protested folding my arms in front of me. "Ouch!" I exclaimed loudly as my knee began to sting.

"Sorry, I'm almost done with this part. You were upset and I think we need to talk and I needed to make sure you were OK so I followed yes."

I could smell the antiseptic cream as Charles worked away on my knee, I watched as his fingers worked fast, spreading the cream across the injured area before taking out some gauze and placing it over it followed by a sticky white dressing to cover it, finally sealing it with a barely there kiss on top of it. I met his eyes as he remained on his knees in front of me.

"I know you saw Carmella and me last night, it wasn't what you think you saw."

"Wasn't it? Carmella gave a pretty graphic depiction of what happened right here" I said motioning my hand in front of me. "Why do you even care what I think I saw."

He took a deep breath. "I can't believe you even need to ask me that."

"You can't? You're not serious? Is your memory that short or are you just selective?"

"I saw you and Noah too! Last night your legs around his waist as he carried you into his bedroom!" He cried out as he spread his fingers through his damp hair which was flattened to his forehead, he looked visibly disturbed.

Shock rippled through me. He had seen us? But what did it matter he had made it clear how he felt and that he didn't want me.

"As if that bothered you!" I shouted defiantly at him.

"Of course, it bothered me! You have no idea just how much it did. I know I've made mistakes, I've messed up, and you're upset about me and Carmella but what about you? You have a boyfriend!" His voice strained.

"Yeah I do," I said, my voice quiet.

"What the f**k do you want from me Liv? Just tell me what you f*****g want because I'm done trying to guess!" He got up and turned his back to me, scrubbing his hands through his hair.

The pale blue shirt he wore was stuck to his skin and almost transparent, I could see every movement and ripple of his muscles as his arms moved. Heat and wetness spread between my legs. Emotions stirred in me and swirled with my anger.

"You! I want you! I want you to want me and to touch me and f**k me like all those other girls, like Carmella!" I screamed at him.

Charles turned to look at me and I thought for a moment that I saw hurt flash across his face. He closed his eyes and I saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath.

"That's what you want?"

"I…I know you don't want me, you made that much clear on the deck last night, so I just want one night, for you to want me like the rest, then….then I'll."

"That's what you want?" He demanded cutting me off.

Was it what I wanted? I wanted him, but I wanted more than just s*x, but if this one night was all he could offer if it meant I'd have what the others had then I'd take what little crumb he would give me, I had an overwhelming need for him.

"Yes," I said whilst nodding to reaffirm it.

"Fine" he growled, "stand up and turn around"

I looked at his face which was expressionless so I stood and did what he asked, my hands slightly shaking with the anticipation of not knowing what was coming next. I heard Charles's footsteps come towards me and I felt his warm breath on my neck. Goosebumps covered my body.

"So this is what you want? You want me to treat you like every other woman I've been with? Like Carmella?" His hand stroked my breast on top of the fabric of my top.

"Y..y..yes" I stuttered, his touch electrifying me as usual.

"You want me to f**k you, to use your body for my pleasure" his hands slide down my thighs onto my ass and skimmed over the lace shorts I had under my skirt. "You want me to f**k you, no pillow talk, no spending the night just straight up hard and fast f*****g then walking away like it didn't happen? Because that's how it was with them, I didn't care about them, I don't care about them, it was just s*x" My heart was racing and a lump formed in my throat, this wasn't what I wanted, I didn't want to be another notch on his bedpost, but he didn't want that.

His hands left me and I felt the heat of his closeness evaporate. I turned to find he had his back to me and his head was in his hands.

'I'm sorry Liv I can't do this." He said, sorrowful.

A stifled sob escaped my lips and I felt my cheeks getting wet again. "I…I understand"

He was repulsed by me, he could have s*x with all those random girls but was repulsed by me.

"I don't think you do, you're not like the others, I can't just f**k you and walk away from you! I can't even f**k you like this, it's not right. I've never just wanted this from you, you're the only person I've never wanted to just f**k and walk away from, I wanted more from you. I thought we could have more."

My eyes widened as I absorbed his words. "You're not repulsed by me?" I sniffed

Charles turned to face me, his face crumpled as he took in my tears, his hands cupping my face as he kissed my tears.

"Never! It's the opposite, I want you, I find it hard, painful even to keep away from you but…but I want to do this right. I know I messed up, especially this weekend."

I'd heard all I needed to, my mouth was on his within seconds, my hands in his hair pulling him into me, his mouth was hot and hurried on me, his hand slid up my body and I wrapped my free hand around his neck. Both of us were breathing heavily. I was hungry for him, desperate for him even.

"You have no idea what you do to me" he breathed into my mouth, driving me wild, the warm wetness gathering further between my legs.

"I can't stop thinking about you" I panted as I pressed myself into him again, Charles spun me around and my back pressed into the edge of the table, I squealed slightly with the shock of the impact. Our kiss had become frenzied, my hand reached down to the hardness in his jeans, my palm touching the outline, Charles lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist, not breaking the contact of our lips. My chest heaved from the breaths I was trying to take and the fact my heart was racing, I squeezed my legs tight prompting him to lean forward and sweep his arm across the table. Glasses shattered onto the floor, the first aid kit flew across the room, I leaned back, Charles placing my upper half on the table, legs still wrapped around him.

"So f*****g beautiful," he said as he looked at me before swooping into my lips again, I found the edge of his shirt and began trying to tug it up and over his head, it was still damp and wouldn't move easily. Charles laughed and began unbuttoning it slowly. It felt like torture as I watched each button pop open revealing more of his flesh and muscle, his ripped body, I chewed my lip as he undid the final button, taking it off his arms to reveal that V shape that led down into his trousers. Swift hands began unwrapping the front of my tip, exposing my breasts trapped in the black lace bra. His hands cupped them gently, his mouth kissing hurriedly the exposed skin as his thumbs brush over my hardening n*****s causing me to gasp, a moan escaping my lips, my back arching. Nobody had ever made me feel as good as his touch did.

"Do…you want to go upstairs?" He asked softly.

"Yes" I panted, Charles lifted me off the table, ensuring I was still wrapped around him. My open top fluttered like a cape in the breeze, my back pressed against the wall at the top of the stairs as we stopped for another hurried kiss, his lips against my neck sent shivers down my spine before we moved to my bedroom door, Charles fumbled with the handle as I took my lips to his neck, he let out a low growl as I peppered him with kisses moving lower with each one.

Charles sat on the edge of the bed with me straddling him, I pushed him back until he was laying flat on it. I tossed the phone from my pocket to the bed beside me before taking off my top and discarding it behind me somewhere. I leaned down and continued my trail of kisses, stopping to swirl my tongue around his n****e.

My phone began to vibrate beside me, I ignored it as Charles flipped me around so that he was on top of me, one hand on my thigh as the other found my breast again, his mouth of mine. I knew I was ready for whatever might come next. I felt as though sparks were flying through my body with every contact of his flesh on mine. My phone began to buzz again, and wouldn't stop, in frustration I grabbed it and hit the reject button before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to mine again, his hand hooked my thigh around his waist as he pressed his hips into me and I felt how hard and ready he was for me. I gulped at the thought of it, how it might feel inside me, his hardness inside my wetness, how it might fill me up completely, how he would consume me in every way possible. His hands cupped my face and he swept damp hair from my face, placing a small kiss on my forehead and then the side of my lip. His eyes locked on mine and I felt completely undone.