Chapter 4. His Body on Mine

A knot formed in my throat and I felt like someone had shoved their fists into my chest, grabbing my heart and just squeezing it so hard.

I stared at the message, reading over and over. 

And each time that I read it, it hurt a little bit more. My mouth was dry and I felt like crying, but now was not the time or place.

I needed to distract myself, to feel good for once.

I finally put the phone back from where I took it from, hooking some of my hair behind my ears before leaning my head on the door.

The car ride was quiet, it was like Giveon could sense how I was feeling. When the car came to a stop, I lifted my head and looked out. We were parked in front of a huge house.

No, a mansion. A f*cking mansion. 

The place was jaw dropping and I could not stop staring. “What the hell?” I chuckled in disbelief, still staring at the place. “Do you live here?”

“Yep,” he replied, opening the door and getting down. He didn’t wait for me, and I didn’t wait to be asked to get out.

I opened the door and got out. This was my first time being in a compound like this. All I knew my whole life was living in a trashy neighborhood that was beyond dangerous, and living in a house where I was not loved. 

It felt like I didn’t belong here. I was just an omega. This kind of life was the kind that I might never see again.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, walking towards the front porch.

“Sorry,” I said under my breath as I followed after him. Once in the house, I was even more blown away. The ceilings were high, chandeliers hanging after every few feet.

The floors were marble, and so clean and white. The furniture and paintings on the wall felt like they belonged in a museum.

This guy was a millionaire if not a billionaire. How could he afford a place like this? What did he do for work? 

Or maybe his parents were wealthy. 

As we walked side by side, a few maids walked past us. But just when we took a turn down a hallway, someone stopped us.

“Who’s this?” The girl asked. She was brunette, her hair looking perfect. She was wearing jeans and a crop top that showed off her flat stomach. She looked like a doll. 

She looked like she belonged here. Not me.

“Mind your business, Maddie,” Giveon replied firmly, not even giving the girl a second glance. He walked right past her and led me down the hallway.

When we reached the door, we finally stopped. He opened it and gestured for me to enter. The moment I did, he walked in and locked the door. 

Then he grabbed me and pushed me against it, closing the distance between us as he breathed down my neck. 

My breath hitch and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin as my heart thumped in my chest. 

“It’s time for me to make good on my promise,” he said the words softly, chuckling faintly. Then he pulled away. “Take it off. Everything,” he commanded. 

I should have been appalled by his arrogance, but instead, it made me want him even more. 

I listened, our eyes never leaving each other as I removed my clothes, only now in my undergarments. “Better?” I asked.

“No. I said to take everything off.” His eyes had darkened, and his voice was even deeper now. His pants seemed a bit tighter now due to his bulge.

I swallowed, enjoying the feeling of being controlled. I slid my fingers at the waistband of my panty and pulled it down before removing my bra. “Your turn.” I walked towards him, my heart pounding in my chest due to my dirty desires.

He didn’t move. He allowed me to walk up to him. He watched me as if I was the most interesting thing in the world. 

He finally scoffed and then said, “On your knees, pretty girl.”

I obeyed. I fell to my knees and watched him remove his belt, throwing it across from us. Then he took off his shirt, revealing his sculpted upper body.

He was perfect. 

The next thing that came off was his jeans. In seconds, he was completely naked, his erection taking me aback. 

Holy sh*t!

He was hung, and he was so hard. I didn’t wait to be told, I reached for it, wrapping my hand around it. A thick vein ran across it, and I could feel it pulsate in my hand after every few seconds.

I looked up at him and he cursed under his breath. I looked back down and then opened my mouth, taking in his erection.

At first, he didn’t really do anything. He just allowed me to do what I wanted. He was so big that I had to use two hands.

With each movement I made, it got even more slippery and easier to stroke. His nonchalant act soon failed and he grabbed my hair and started thrusting himself even deeper into my mouth. “F*ck, Sara,” he moaned in pleasure. 

I didn’t stop, I liked making him like this. 

I liked seeing that he wanted me. I started to go faster and he suddenly stopped me, pulling out of my mouth and lifting me to my feet. 

He then turned me around aggressively and pushed me on the bed. In seconds, he was on top of me, placing his erection between my legs.

“F*ck,” the word escaped my mouth in a shaky and breathy way. “I want you so bad.” I was a completely different person. 

He chuckled dangerously, and turned me around to face him. He then grabbed a condom from the bedside and tore it open, wearing it in seconds. 

Before I knew it, he was already entering inside of me…slowly and deliberately. 

My mouth made an O shape and I started to push him away, but that just turned him on even more. There was no turning back now.