Chapter 5: The Promise

OLLIE

If only I could sell my soul to the devil to stop things like this from happening to me.

The universe was following me around with some weird karma shit. I was sure of it!

In my position, bent over, my short dress was doing a poor job covering my ass, leaving it on full display.

Of course, this had to happen to me.

I stood straight, shaking off the embarrassment, needing one more second to gain the courage to turn around.

Darius was leaning against the doorway, staring at me intently.

His big body took up the entire frame.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” I hissed, red-faced.

My bare feet were ready to run.

This was too much to handle.

Darius Rothschild stepped forward without permission and closed the door behind him.

He was watching me with such intensity that my toes curled.

I swallowed hard when I heard the clicking noise of the doorknob being locked.

“Did you just lock the door?” My heart was racing out of control.

He didn’t reply.

His eyes were silver pools, making me feel like I was his prey, intimidating me with each step until he successfully cornered me.

I stepped backward, but it was a small bathroom and there was nowhere I could go.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as panic clouded my mind.

My back hit the sharp table sink, and I stumbled.

I caught myself before I could fall, but he took that opportunity to close the gap between us.

He hovered over me like the giant he was, giving me no choice but to stretch my neck to keep our noses from touching.

“Olivia,” he murmured my name as if I was in deep trouble.

His lips brushed my ear.

His breath made the hairs on my neck rise.

I swallowed hard.

~What is he doing? Think, Olivia, think. Don’t look at his hot schmuck face.~

“Do you like playing games?” He pulled my body against his broad chest while his hands traveled down my waist to the sides of my legs.

I gasped in surprise as he lifted my body on top of the sink in a swift movement, spreading my thighs and moving his hands to the sensitive skin on the back of my knees.

“Oh.” I shivered, flustered and paralyzed.

Victory was in his eyes.

~Remember how despicable he is, Olivia.~

I hated how he lit my body on fire while my mind screamed in the back of my head that he was an entitled prick treating me like a slut.

I didn’t think; I just acted.

My hand hit his cheek so hard it was left throbbing.

I pressed my stinging fingers to my chest.

Darius stepped back.

His face was red and his eyes were swirling with fury.

~Take that, you fucking animal!~

He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and opened them in what appeared to be controlled anger.

My heart skipped a beat when he pulled his face closer to mine, sending a cold shiver down my spine.

Was he not human? Did he not feel pain?

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Stay the fuck away from me, you animal,” I snarled and tried to regain my composure. “Do you hear me?”

“Or what?” He blinked slowly, resting his hands on the sink between my legs.

I was trapped between his big muscles with his face an inch from mine.

He was so tall that I had to look up, and I hated how small that made me look and feel.

“Or I will cut your balls and put them on a keychain, you fucking asshole,” I mumbled.

He stared at my trembling lips.

“That dirty mouth of yours.” He pressed his thumb on my bottom lip, sending an electric jolt straight to my core.

“I’m going to be clear. I don’t like games, Olivia. Whatever you and your sister are playing, you can both cut the act.”

Games? What act? What was he talking about?

He watched me with amused suspicion, studying me like some kind of pet.

I stared back at him.

I had left my mark; his cheek bore my red handprint.

This was a new level of rage.

I was nearly hysterical, thinking of strangling him.

My nails dug painfully into my palms.

I wanted to hurt him again.

I prepared myself for another strike, but he caught my hand in the air.

“I am not playing any games.” I wasn’t going to show him how defenseless I felt.

I held my head high, looking straight into his eyes.

His eyes gleamed with my defeat.

“Then stop provoking me,” he growled between his teeth.

Provoking him? What was wrong with this dude?

It all snapped into place.

Me, naked in the car. Me, crossing my legs in that mini skirt. He probably thought that was an invitation for whatever this was.

Well, when you put it like that, I kind of did, not that I would ever admit it.

“You are delusional. Women must throw themselves at you all the time, but let me assure you I’m and will never be one of them,” I made it clear.

The look he gave me confirmed that it was the case—he was a Greek God, after all—and for a second I looked at his mouth, thinking of the things that mouth could do.

He smirked as if he was able to read my mind, and he came closer this time, no threat.

And my body submitted to his proximity, anticipation flooding my body.

This man was all dominance, and deep down I wanted to let go of the control too.

I couldn’t look away as he grazed his jaw against my cheek, his lips barely touching my skin, sending electricity ~everywhere.~

He turned me around so we both faced the mirror, his hand on my neck, no pressure, just resting there as a choker.

He leveled his face to mine, his gray eyes dark as metal.

This was a demonstration of power.

He was making me feel at his mercy, like he could break me if he wanted to.

I closed my eyes in anger.

“I’m just going to say this once.” He looked at me disdainfully. “Convince your sister to leave Alexander.”

He squeezed lightly on my throat, making my body burn.

Burn with anger and desire—I couldn’t tell.

“Or what? Are you threatening me?” I turned to look at him, my body flush against his, feeling the hard ridges of his chest.

My heartbeat felt out of control.

A devilish grin appeared on his lips and he grabbed my chin, making me look up at him.

I pulled myself from his grasp, but his huge hand clamped onto my neck again in a swift movement and pressed lightly.

I swallowed hard and his eyes challenged me, daring me to move.

I tried to free myself from his hold, but fighting my way out of his iron grip was getting me in more trouble.

His other hand had found its way over my jaw to keep me in place.

He pushed and squeezed my cheeks, bringing me so close that our lips almost touched.