Chapter 27 - Olivia
TWENTY-SEVEN - Olivia
“Quinn,” I say as he drags me out of the bar, his feet moving with no intention of slowing down even after we’re beneath the twinkling stars of a cloudless night sky.
My mind races like a derailing train, and I have to snatch my arm away from him once we’re in the parking lot.
“Q, stop!” He finally manages to bring himself to a stop, but he keeps his back to me.
I can see him breathing hard from here, and when I walk around to his front, fury is still visible on his face like war paint, but I don't care.
He isn't the only one who is mad in this situation.
“What was that in there? Have you lost your mind?”
Q’s eyes narrow as he makes himself look at me, his angry gaze not softening a bit.
“Me? Have I lost my mind? What about you?
Talking to those motherfuckers in front of me like my presence meant nothing.
Letting this prick bring up shit from the time you and him were together.
What did you expect from me? You thought I wouldn't react?
As if I didn't break the law to protect you already.
As if I haven't assaulted a motherfucker already.
I haven't lost anything except for my sense of control when it comes to you, but you're the one who has lost your mind.”
I slam my hand up to my chest. “Me? I'm not the one bashing people’s heads in with beer bottles in the middle of a packed bar, Quinn! I'm level-headed.”
“No, you're not, Olivia,” he barks. “You talk to me about my dad, as if that’s not deeper than just sex. You hype me up, telling me that I need to be who I truly am on the inside, as if that won’t linger after you're gone. You support me, but try to cover it up by ignoring me at work, but that’s now how it works!
Thinking that you could be perfect but somehow undesirable is just dumb.
So you're the one who’s crazy if you think I could do all of this with you and somehow not care about you. ”
“I told you the rules when we started.”
“I don't give a fuck about rules!” he screams loud enough for his voice to echo into the night like a gunshot.
“How have you not picked up on that yet?
I'm not going to sit there and let some asshole disrespect your wishes for him to stop talking, or disrespect me like that.
Calling me homeboy and shit. You think I don't know what that shit means coming from him?
There isn't a bone in my body that would ever allow something like that. Not ever, but especially not now. When it comes to disrespect, there are no rules. It’s the same when it comes to you, and I don't give a fuck if you don't like it. This is how it is.”
Quinn dismisses me with a wave and tries to walk away as if we’re done here.
His car is parked just a few spots away from us, but mine is nestled in the back of the lot, further away from the building.
As he tries to get away, I wrap my fingers around his wrist and start pulling him to my car …
toward the darkness in the corner of the lot.
“Let go of me, Olivia,” he growls, but I ignore him until we reach my car. Now that we’re farther away from Wonderland, I don't have to worry about people sticking their heads out of the door and watching us argue.
“Listen to me,” I say, pointing my finger at Quinn.
Considering what I just saw him to do Jed’s finger, I make sure to keep mine at a safer distance.
“You don't get to tell me that this is how it is.
I told you in the beginning how it was going to be, and you don't get to change the rules now that we’ve fucked a few times.
Alright? You don't get to call me your girl in the fucking bar the way you did tonight.
Did you think I didn't notice that? You did it multiple times, Quinn, and I let it slide when I shouldn't have.
You know what I'm about, so don't ruin what we’ve started. You don't own me.”
“Bullshit,” he snips. His intense gaze focuses on me and makes me forget the rest of the world as he takes a step closer.
“You let it slide? That’s fucking nonsense, Olivia, and you know it.
You let me say what I wanted to in there because you liked it.
You put up this front, acting like you're so closed off and cold that nothing can get through, but you're not impenetrable. You like when I call you mine. You like that I protect you, and you like that I hurt those motherfuckers just as much as I do, because you know that I did it in defense of you. Stop lying to yourself.”
“I'm not lying to myself. You're just in denial,” I bellow, but when I say the words, I don't feel them in my gut. My body knows the words are weak, but my mouth speaks them anyway.
“Bull-fucking-shit. You belong to me. You've been mine since the moment you told me you wanted me to take care of you. You said those words. You don't get to take them back now just because you're scared.”
My heart gallops. “Scared? What would I possibly be afraid of?”
“The fact that you're breaking your own rules, and you know I'm right,” he says.
“You belong to me. I'm your Dom, and you are my submissive.
What the fuck do you think belonging to me means?
You're my submissive. Mine. Based on the rules you put in place and had me fucking sign like a contract.
What, you didn't read your own fineprint? You. Belong. To. Me.”
I glare at him, wishing for all of it to be untrue, but I feel my body trembling with emotion that I shouldn't have. Rage and sadness and happiness and fear. So much fucking fear.
“Stop saying that,” I force myself to yell. “I don't belong to you, Quinn. I never did. I never will.”
“No?” he says with raised brows. Then he nods to himself and says, “Get on your knees.”
My forehead furrows in an instant. “What?”
“You fucking heard me,” he says without hesitation.
There is no trembling in his voice. He's standing on this fearlessly.
“You let those pricks in there treat you like a slut—reminiscing about the past with Simon’s memories fueling his erection right there at the bar.
But you're not a slut, Olivia. You're my slut. Now get on your fucking knees. Kneel for your Dom right now. Or do I have to sue you for breach of contract in order for you to understand? Kneel.”
I want to lose my shit. How dare he speak to me this way.
How dare he try to remind me about paperwork that I drew up.
He expects me, a fucking CEO to kneel in a dirty parking lot for him?
I'm eight years older than he is. I tell him what to do all day long, and now he's trying to turn the tables on me?
I'm his boss. He's my employee. Is he insane? I can't do it. I won't.
My mind runs rampant with thoughts reminding me of who I am, but my body ignores my mind.
My body doesn't care about our age difference or Obsidian’s power structure.
My body reacts to him. My body wants him.
My body remembers his touch the same way my mind remembers what I just watched him do to two men who disrespected me.
My body hasn't forgotten Quinn, so when he tells me to kneel, my brain shuts off. My body responds.
With a tight jaw, I begin to slowly lower myself to the ground in front of him. My eyes dart over to the lit part of the lot and to the entrance to the bar, but no one is around right now.
“Don't look over there,” he says when he sees me. “I don't give a fuck who’s around. You don't belong to anybody else. You belong to your Dom. Now do as you're told.”
In my head, I'm screaming at the top of my lungs with my hair on fire.
I can't believe I'm doing this for him, and I resent my body for going into autopilot at his command.
But regardless of how quickly my mind races, I listen to him.
I wrinkle and dirty my pants on the grimy pavement, and kneel in front of Quinn.
When I look up at him, he doesn't smile like a satisfied child who’s smug about getting his way.
He simply raises an eyebrow and flexes his jaw.
“You see? You do what I say … because you're mine. Now say it.”
I swallow hard, ignoring the voices I hear coming from the bar. I don't even glance over to see if anyone can see us.
“I'm yours,” I say, hating how uttering the words makes me feel.
“Again.”
I sigh. “I'm yours, Q.”
He nods slowly, but still isn't satisfied. “Again. Make me believe it, Olivia.”
“I'm yours, Q. I belong to you,” I say, and this time I mean it. How wet I am is undeniable, even when I know I should be furious about everything that has happened tonight. I don't feel fury. All I feel is my hunger for him, and I can't fight it anymore.
Quinn nods his head and licks his lips. “Good girl. Now get in the car.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, quickly getting to my feet, unlocking my door, and climbing into my backseat as fast as I can.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Quinn gets in after I do and shuts the door, and the second we’re encased in my car, he looks at me as he begins taking off his pants.
In a flash, his thick cock bounces free and my eyes go to it.
I've never felt so powerless and desperate in my life. I want him more right now than I ever have before. What the fuck has this man done to me tonight? It’s like a spell I can't break free from.
“Take off your pants,” he demands without an ounce of kindness in his tone, but that doesn't stop me from listening to him.
I snatch my pants and panties off like they're on fire, then turn to him and wait for further instruction like the good girl he has forced me to be for him.
“Now, be my dirty little slut and climb on top me, and do not stop riding until you fucking come all over my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, nearly whimpering from my need to obey him.