Chapter 28
Oliver
Lyra stares at me, shock painted across her beautiful face. The prettiest blush blooms over her chest, disappearing under her jacket. “What?”
I watch her chest rise and fall with each word I speak. “Strip now.”
Her eyes drop from mine, and the loss has irritation sparking in my chest. I want her focus back.
I want her pinned beneath my attention the way her body is pinned beneath mine.
I want Lyra to stop pretending she’s only light and let me have the dark parts too.
I want Lyra to relearn her darkest parts and let me take them.
Own them.
Show her how good it can be when she stops fighting me at every turn. The stained glass casts burgundy, green, and blue across her skin. She looks like a confession I’m about to ruin.
She takes her time. Does she not understand I’m seconds away from losing what little restraint I have left?
If I move, I won’t be gentle. I won’t be careful.
And I promised myself I would be. She slides off her jacket first, slow and deliberate.
My hands curl into fists in my lap, knuckles tight with restraint.
Her top follows, and my gaze traces over every inch of the black lace fabric barely holding in her breasts. Her nipples are hard as points and begging to be sucked. My mouth waters at even the thought of it.
Her pants come off, leaving her in matching black satin underwear.
Underwear I want to taste, to fuck, to hang in my room so I can see it every day to remember this exact moment.
My pulse kicks, my cock throbbing, pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
I could cross the room in two steps. I could take.
Instead, I let the tension stretch until it hurts.
My voice is rough, the control I hold onto slipping through the cracks, and in its place is pure lust and need. “Good, baby. Now your bra slowly.”
Needing to do something with my hands, I unbuckle my belt. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing and the zipper as I reach into my briefs, pulling out my cock, precum dripping from the slit.
She stares at my fist, working myself over with a look I haven’t yet seen from her. Her mouth parts as she unclasps her bra, dropping it to the floor at her feet. As I suspected, her rosy nipples are hard and swollen, begging to be sucked.
“Turn around. I want your hands on the desk, legs spread, and ass out. I want to see that pink pussy dripping with need.” Her breathing increases, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
I picture those lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck her throat, making her swallow me down.
Maybe tonight or tomorrow, now is the time for her.
I chuckle. “You like watching me stroke myself, don’t you, Dollface?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, finally doing as she’s told.
Her ass is round and jiggles as she moves, perfect to spank.
I can’t wait to redden that beautiful pale skin with my hand.
Long blonde hair falls over her shoulders in a golden curtain, back arching, inviting me to step closer.
To take what she’s giving. What I don’t deserve but will devour anyway.
I get up, walking over the few steps to stand behind her, running my palm down her spine, fascinated by the goose bumps that arise on her skin. I run my hand over her ass and squeeze as she whimpers.
I need to be inside her.
“Don’t move.” My palm cracks against her ass cheek, a bright sting that echoes off the walls. She pulls forward, but I stop her with a rough hand on her hip.
“I said, don’t move.” Another slap, this time to the opposite cheek. Her moans might just have to be set as my new ringtone. It’s a perfect song that I want to hear every day. The way she cries out in pain and pleasure. Her broken gasps and pleas for more are music to my ears.
“This is for not trusting me with what happened with Leo.” Three slaps on her ass, alternating cheeks. I watch as her pussy clenches, her cum dripping down her inner thigh.
“This is for not trusting me with Serena.” Another three strikes. In between, I rub a soothing hand over her heated flesh. I glance up at her face, seeing tears stream down her cheeks. It only spurs me on.
“This is for not telling me about the messages.” I bend over her, covering her body, and sink my teeth into the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
A bite that makes her body jolt beneath me.
I don’t let up until she gives in to it, until her breathing changes and she stops pretending she doesn’t like being owned.
I suck and lick as blood fills my mouth and drips down my chin.
Fuck, I love her blood. Would she want to lick mine, make me bleed? My cock jumps at the thought.
“Oliver!” Her screams are ecstasy. My body keeps her in place. I refuse to not feel every part of this. I watch transfixed as blood drips down over her chest to the table, and if possible, I get even harder.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, leaning up just slightly to watch the blood drip out of her body. I hum, licking her neck, savoring the taste. I’ve never been one to like the taste of blood, but hers is divine, addictive, better than any other flavor besides her pussy.
“We aren’t done just yet.” I pull her hair back. “This is for your eye roll and attitude.” I plunge two fingers into her cunt. “Dripping for me already. You're so wet and sloppy, Lyra.”
Words evade her as she moans so loud I think the whole building might hear.
That won’t do. I grab her hair, yanking until I know she feels the sting in her scalp.
“Any louder and everyone in this building who hears you will be dead by morning; you don’t want their blood on your hands.
” I nip her ear before releasing her once more.
“Y-you…all for…oh shit.” She bites her lip, shoving her face into the wood to muffle her sobs and broken gasps. Wet slapping sounds fill the room as I fuck her with my fingers, my skin becoming hot as sweat coats my chest.
“I need you to come all over my hand, Lyra. Drench me.” She’s close—I feel it in the way she tenses her muscles. Her cum is pooling in my palm, and I want to drink it. I push harder, faster, hitting her G-spot with every drag.
“There you go, baby.”
“Yes, Oliver, I'm coming,” she gasps, cunt clamps down onto me so tight I can barely move my hand in and out as she gushes all over me in a tidal wave of euphoria as I fuck her through her orgasm.
“I’m not done.”
“I can’t take more…” she says into the wood.
“Relax, or it will hurt.” My fingers trail down over the globes of her ass, spreading her red cheeks apart, rubbing over her tight pink hole with my thumb.
“I’ve never done that before,” she chokes out.
A grin splits my face. I wasn’t sure, but the confirmation makes me even more possessive. “Good.” I work my thumb into her ass using the juices from her pussy as lube. When I think she’s ready, I transition to two fingers, making her hiss, but soon her body eases at the intrusion.
“Your ass stretching around me is a beautiful sight.” I can’t take it anymore; I need a taste. I bend down, pulling my fingers free, replacing them with my tongue.
“Oh, oh…my god!” Her taste explodes in my mouth, and I dive deeper. Her pushing back against me spurs me on as I lap at her pink hole, sucking and moving lower to lap at her cunt. I would volunteer to drown in her pussy if it were a way to die.
I pull back, licking my lips. “Ready, baby.” I don't give her time to react, collecting the blood still pooled over her and rubbing it along her rim.
“Your blood is the perfect lube.” I grab my dick, slapping it against her ass before pushing her feet together, creating a nice wet home for my cock. I run the head over her clit and between her puffy lips.
“Please fuck me!”
“Not today, Dollface.” She has no idea how bad I want to sink inside her, but not yet. Not until she knows everything about me.
I pull her lips apart with my thumbs and slide my dick along her cunt until it’s drenched in her juices, my slit bumping her clit with each pass. I want her on the brink when I finally take her last virgin hole.
She squeezes her legs tighter, starting to move with me, wanting the friction as much as I do as I leak precum all over her pussy. All the while lapping at the blood on her neck, letting the spit fall to her cheeks.
“Dollface.” I move in one motion to her ass that is wet and primed for me.
“I don’t think I’m ready.”
“You are.” I cover her body with mine, nuzzling her neck. I breathe through my nose as I slowly push inside.
When I bottom out, I feel like I died and somehow went to heaven instead of hell. Because that is what Lyra is: heaven wrapped in sin. Her ass grips me so tightly I have to grit my teeth to not come on the spot. My balls draw up from pure pleasure.
Fuck.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath to regain control.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” I grit out as I begin to move. Lyra grabs my arm, roughly yanking my sleeve up, and bites down.
“Oh fuck.” I tip my head back as she breaks skin, holding herself from screaming.
I thrust into her hard and deep, my pelvis slapping her reddened ass with every stroke. My free hand moves, shoving two fingers inside. Soon her tightened body relaxes, and she begins to gasp out in need. She wants to come, needs to come.
“So full. Oliver, oh, I’m…” My movements become jerky as her words grow more frantic.
“Are you ready to come, Lyra?”
She nods as my vision hazes. “Come, Lyra, now.” I pinch her clit, sending her over the edge.
I grab her hips, pounding into her, searching for my own release. It doesn’t take long; my balls draw up, and my spine tingles. “Take all of my cum.” Then I bury myself deep inside, groaning my own release.
We stay just like that for long moments, both of us breathing hard.
“Don’t leave me.” Lyra’s words have me pulling up to look down at her. Her hair is plastered to her skin. Blood, cum, and sweat stick to her, while tears mark her beautiful face. I did that to her, but I also made her question my devotion by leaving last time.
I pull out slowly, spinning her to face me. I need her to see the truth in my eyes. “Never again. I will never leave you like that again.”
Dragging my fingers through her blood, I wipe it along her lips before crushing mine to hers.
She melts into me, our bodies flush. I don’t know what I did to deserve Lyra, but thank fuck I got her.
I pull back, watching her eyes as they slowly blink back to focus.
I tuck myself back into my pants and tug on my discarded jacket before grabbing her clothes and putting them in a pile.
She watches, arms covering her naked torso, and a pang of something shoots through me.
She doesn’t ever need to hide from me. I kneel down in front of her.
“Grab my shoulders.” Her brows pull in, creating a small wrinkle between her eyes.
“You can’t sit just yet; it’ll hurt. You need a shower before—”
“You said you would never kneel for anyone,” she cuts me off, worrying her bottom lip. The trepidation from seconds ago is gone, replaced by happiness.
“Turns out my rules don’t survive you.” Lyra drops down to her knees, throwing her arms around me. I’m taken aback for a moment. For most of our time, Lyra never makes the first move. Something softens as she just holds me. I hold her back with the same amount of…is this love?
I kiss her forehead. “Let’s get you back. You have class in a few hours, and we need to talk.”
Talk is an understatement. Just because I fucked her doesn’t erase what she told me about the messages.
I need to call Archer. I’ve had him run background checks before—on anyone who brushed too close to Lyra, on anyone who looked at her wrong.
Now I need him to look at the people in my orbit.
The ones close enough to touch her because of me.
Like Serena.
The walk to my car is short. I refuse to let Lyra cross campus looking freshly fucked. The mark on her neck is still there, dark and rising, and she’s a vision I don’t want anyone else seeing up close. I also need to take care of it as soon as we’re inside. Make sure it doesn’t get infected.
“Can I drive?” I stop in my tracks.
“Please,” Lyra begs. “It's like three minutes away, five if I take the long way.”
Any other time, I would think she’s joking, but with her hands clasped in front of her and her wide, expressive green eyes trained on me, I know she’s serious. “Only this once,” I reluctantly agree.
She grins, coming up to kiss my cheek.
My fucking cheek.
She doesn’t get a step away before I’m pulling her flush against me, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She whimpers, opening to me like I knew she would, and my tongue tangles with hers as I suck it into my mouth.
“Let’s go,” I murmur.
“Oliver…what the fuck?” Lyra stares at my gearshift, where her panties wrap around it, looking horrified.
I flash her a grin. “I think it’s the perfect decoration for the car. They look good there, don’t they? Match the blue stitching.”
Lyra gapes, only making my smile grow. I love making her speechless. She reaches out, probably to remove them, but I capture her wrist. “My car, remember. You’re lucky I didn’t hang them from the rearview mirror.”
She’s horrified. “Are they washed?” When I don’t answer, she gets her response.