Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover! Chapter 100: Dear Ollie

Chapter ONE HUNDRED

**KIERAN MORRISON**

The foreign scent made my stomach clench with sothing violent and possessive.

Did she hug him or sothing? I didn’t like that he slled anything other than mine. He was sothing I wanted all to myself, I didn’t need her ddling between us.

I pressed my nose against Oliver’s neck, right where her perfu was strongest, and licked the spot gently, the compulsive urge to wipe off the scent was strong.

Oliver shivered beneath , his pulse jumping under my lips.

"Mine," I murmured against his throat, and felt so primal part of settle when his skin tasted only like again.

Oliver pulled back just enough to look at , his green eyes bright with tears.

"I won’t let you be alone," He says softly, before I could tell him that I was never planning on going anywhere, his lips crashed against mine.

I smiled against his soft lips even though I was surprised as heck.

This may as well be the first ti that Ollie was initiating physical intimacy between us.

I was more than surprised. My heart was constricting and expanding. My ears were ringing, but it was only with the sound of his low moans against my mouth.

I didn’t kiss him back at first. I allowed myself to float into the highest clouds as his lips moved softly on mine. His tongue felt like butter and tasted like honey.

His hands fisted into my hair pulling closer, and I could taste salt and tears on his lips.

Why was he still crying?

This wasn’t the hesitant, easily flustered Oliver I was used to. This was soone kissing like the world was ending.

I felt special when he held onto like he was afraid to lose , his fingers caressing my hair like he was trying to distract from going wherever he thought I was going.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, I searched his face for answers. While I loved every second of this, I also knew that this wasn’t Ollie.

"You’re shaking," Oliver murmured, his hands coming up to fra my face. His thumbs traced along my cheekbones.

"I’m not..." I started, but Oliver just shook his head, a faint smile playing across his lips.

"It’s okay, I’ve got you, always." He whispered, the sa words I used to say to Ginny when she had nightmares.

The phrase caught my soul.

How did he rember sothing I’d forgotten I used to say?

Oliver pulled down until my forehead rested against his, his breath warm against my lips. "I’ve got you, Kieran. You don’t have to carry it alone anymore."

The tenderness in his voice made want to give him everything. Every secret, every wound, every part of myself. I wanted him to have it all.

No one had ever cared about my wounds this deeply. And now that Oliver did, the thought of anyone else having access to this gentleness made want to lock him away where only I could reach him.

This gentle, caring Oliver who could put back together with just his voice.

Still, I couldn’t push off wanting to know what had happened that had triggered him to act like this.

What exactly did my mom say? Hell, I wasn’t even mad about it anymore. Whatever she had done or said was clearly helping .

"What’s wrong? Talk to ," I asked once again.

Oliver just shook his head, pressing his face against my chest.

"Nothing. Just... hold ?"

He didn’t need to ask that.

So I let him know that.

For the rest of the day, Oliver stayed close to . He didn’t run when I got too clingy and wanted to follow him while he took a pee.

He didn’t flinch when I pulled him onto my lap while we did howork. He even let feed him dinner without complaining about being treated like a child.

It was everything I’d ever wanted, but sothing felt wrong. Off. Like he was holding onto for reasons I didn’t understand.

Later that evening, I stepped out of the bathroom after my shower, running a towel through my damp hair.

Oliver was lying on his stomach on my bed, his back to , tapping away at his phone.

My gaze lingered on half of his thigh and calves that his shorts had ridden upward to expose.

The way he was arching himself to , my palms were itching.

Was he doing this on purpose? Being this seductive!! He made up those stupid rules about not spanking him, but here he was, practically begging for it.

My gaze lingered on his pale skin and as I watched, he threw his legs over the giant teddy that was now taking up half the bed, he was laughing at a ssage that appeared on his screen.

Even knowing what I knew about his dear best friend, and now William was only interested in Vince, a part of still felt jealous.

Oliver hadn’t even realized my presence, was his chat with Blondie so important?

I hated being ignored.

"I swear I haven’t done it yet, didn’t I promise you. I won’t have sex ever!"

My bare feet paused on the ground. Did that an what I thought it did? He had promised Blondie not to have sex with ?

I lifted a brow, feeling the challenge build up from sowhere within my groin.

Sothing dark and possessive twisted in my chest.

Dearest Ollie.

To think I’ve been going easy on him.

If I went all out on him, did he think he would be able to resist? This was sothing I wanted to find out too.

I tossed the wet towel I had used to wipe my hair sowhere and stalked over to the bed.

First, I grabbed the stuffed animal that was taking up my space and hurled it across the room.

It hit the wall with a satisfying thud before dropping to the floor.