Chapter 40: Big Black Wolf

OLLIE

I entered the third floor with a killer walk, feeling more confident than ever, feeling like the winner of that contest, even though we fled before they announced the results.

My hips swayed with each click of my heels announcing my presence. I was going to get my meds from that fucker!

Only this amount of tequila could fuel my blood and give me the courage to barge into Darius’s studio, pushing the doors open in a dramatic entrance.

Darius sat quietly behind an English wood desk. At first, I thought he was naked behind that desk.

His bare chest was exposed, showing his big muscles, ripped abs, and enormous chest.

My eyes betrayed me as I looked down and saw his pajama pants. I brought my eyes back up to his face and noticed he was wearing eyeglasses.

His hair was messy, and I licked my lips at the sight.

~Fuck.~ He looked like a dirty, hot teacher with no time for interruptions, and I was a very naughty student. A naughty student with his car keys.

~Olivia, stop! Focus and grab your meds. Don’t you dare grab more than your meds….~

“I knew you would come, eventually,” he said, not taking his eyes off the book he was reading.

Oh, it was my book. He was reading the book he stole from me!

“I am only here for my meds.” I put my hands on my hips.

“Only here for your meds,” he repeated, tearing his eyes away from the book in his hand.

His glasses hung on his nose while he tilted his head with an amused stare from my legs to my chest.

“Did you wear that for Archie, or did you wear it for me?” He smirked and looked back at the book like the prick he was.

“I wouldn’t wear something like this for Archibald,” I spit out without thinking.

The tequila was speaking for me.

“Why? Is it too revealing for the good girl act you play around him?”

I scoffed. “Good girl act?” Was that an insult?

“Are you?” He smiled. “Or are you bad, playing to be good?” He licked his thumb and turned the page, undisturbed.

~No. Maybe? I don’t know.~ I needed to think.

I needed to think of something smart and fast, so I returned the question to gain time.

“What do you think?” I asked shakily, aiming to be bold but unable to cover how nervous he suddenly made me.

Why had I asked him that? This was a bad idea.

“I’m thinking many things, Olivia. The way you blush. I think you are good, yet you want to be bad. Is that why you are here? To know how it feels?”

~To know how it feels to be bad?~

Forget about my meds—this mission was about to get an abrupt end. Abort, abort!

I could practically hear the sirens booming in my head. And my book? Oh, he had already snagged that gem like a kid on a treasure hunt.

Yeah, I was giving it up for lost.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I played dumb, but my blood pulsed and my cheeks burned.

“You don’t know? Why else would you be here at this hour of the night?” He talked as if speaking from reason.

“Dressed like that…” He arched an eyebrow while his silver eyes pierced me.

My heart stopped. The way it stops when you are terrified.

My legs tensed when he closed his book with a sharp thud.

I was a coward. One about to leave without her meds.

Really, how hard could running away be? Just a quick dash for freedom and maybe yelling “plot twist!” on the way out.

“Oh, please, of course, I’m not wearing this for you!” I fired back, feeling jumpy as hell.

That feeling in my gut was getting heavier and heavier. I felt trapped even though he didn’t move.

~Oh, Olivia. Get the fuck out!~

“So, for me.” He stood like a giant.

I’d almost forgotten his height. I stepped back, crashing into the bookshelf behind me.

“You want my attention, Olivia? Do you want me to look at you that way? All dressed up, like my pretty little slut?”

~Pretty little slut? This motherfucker!~ I froze.

I couldn’t even shut my eyes. Why was my body reacting to him this way? I wanted to kill him and fuck him at the same time.

“This is the moment you run if you don’t want the big black wolf to eat you.” He held up his hands, bringing them closer like he was going to tickle me.

He looked so amused by how I was reacting.

“You dickhead. You do not intimidate me.” I squirmed. “Where are my meds? Give them to me. Now.”

“Sure, I have them in my room. Come.” He stretched his hand with an evil smile.

“No! Last time you locked me up.”

“So, in the studio it is.” He licked his lips, cornering me against the bookshelf.

“I know what you are thinking, and it is not happening.” I was so intimidated that I closed my eyes briefly.

That made me angrier. “Call me a slut again, and I will hurt you.”

“Let’s hurt each other then.” He grinned. “Where do you want me to take you? On top of my desk, here against the bookshelf, hanging by the wood stairs? Speak your mind. Olivia,” he said with his husky voice in my ear.

I regained my strength and spoke up fiercely. “Continue, and I will follow my threat of putting your balls on a keychain.”

He laughed with that sweet belly laugh that affected me.

He touched my mouth with his thumb, pulling my lip down. “I’m planning on putting your dirty little mouth to better use than making empty threats.”

My eyes widened as he continued a trail down my neck into my collarbone.

My chest heaved. Paralyzed. Terrified.

“Are you scared or aroused?” he asked as he reached the valley of my breasts.

His thumb stopped there. “Is it both?”

“I hate you,” I spat with such venom my voice sounded borrowed.

“Hate.” He savored the word. “You give me so much control over you when you say things like that. Your eyes, Olivia, are clearly begging me to do this.”

He reached down and placed a soft kiss on my neck, making me shiver.

~I had to close my eyes. My hands grabbed his shoulders for support.~

“And this.” He grabbed my face, kissing my jaw and the corner of my mouth.

“And this,” he continued, watching my lips.

My heart was about to jump out of my mouth when he kissed me, fiercely and messily, a fight between us. Limbs, flesh, and teeth.

His hands pressed me to his body, and my nervousness exploded into something different. Wilder.

“Stop it.” I panicked. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

“Clearly afraid. You hate how much you want me. Most of all, you hate how wet you get for me.” His palms grabbed my hips. “I don’t need to check to know how ready you are for me, baby.”

“Then fuck me already! And let’s get this over with!” I burst into rage and desire. “Just fuck me and leave me alone.”

“Olivia Summer.” My name rolled off his tongue in wicked amusement.

He inhaled deeply and his chest rose. “Tonight, I will teach you a lesson.”

~Oh, fuck it with the lessons!~

“Turn around, baby,” he said so sweetly that I frowned.

He was clearly playing with me.

I was too nervous to move.

“I’ll go easy on you. There is no need to be afraid. I need you to calm your breathing, or I won’t be able to make you hate me more, Olivia,” he turned me around against the bookshelf. “Your heart. Breathe.”

“Now, tell me.” He began to undress me. “How was your date with Archie? Did you have fun?”

“Very much,” I mumbled, feeling his breath on my back.

“Did you kiss him?” He bit me, and his hands pulled my dress down.

I barely contained a moan. “No. Not yet.”

He hummed, his fingers cupping my breasts while he sucked slowly where he had bitten me.

“Not ever, Olivia.” His hands ran over my curves, squeezing my hips lightly. “Such a cute little body for a dirty mouth. Don’t you agree?”

This guy knew what he was doing, and I was scared shitless and excited.

He was right.

“Wait!” I said in between ragged breathing as I felt his erection on my back.

“Why fight the inevitable, Olivia?” He knelt and kissed my lower back, and I began to melt.