Chapter 83. You Don’t Get to Make the Orders Here

Olivia's POV

I could not speak. My words were silenced, and all I could feel was my body slowly giving in to his touch.

I tried to stop myself. I tried to resist the way he made me feel weak and vulnerable, the way he made a claim to my body every time he touched me.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of listening to my moans every time his hands went up my thigh.

But I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't stop myself from groaning every time his fingers teased my skin.

I felt his fingers grip my skin, and I felt a ripple of pleasure.

Why couldn't I control myself around him? Why did my barriers shatter every time I was near him? Was I really that pathetic?

His fingers played with my body. I could feel them writing his name on my skin. His voice filled my ears with an enchanting and seductive timbre.

“You are mine, Olivia. Only mine."

His fingers dipped inside of me, and my juices slushed as I felt them run down my legs.