Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover! Chapter 56: A forbidden Bite

Trigger warning: Depiction of sexual content, you have been warned!!

**Chapter Fifty-Six**

**Kieran Morrison**

Oliver’s warmth left my arms as I placed him on the bed of Vince’s guestroom apartnt where I’d been staying all these days. He’d fallen asleep on my back and didn’t even flinch during the entire car ride to this place.

Taking him back to his house felt like the wrong idea; my own house was out of the question, too, with my mother there, who knew how many endless questions she was going to ask?

If I were honest with myself, I’d admit that I just wanted to spend more ti with him.

Vince’s place was the best option. He’d disappeared sowhere at the party anyway, and probably wouldn’t be back until morning. I really needed to consider getting my own place.

Ollie’s face was still flushed from the alcohol, his brown hair tousled from the outside wind earlier, even like this, dishevelled and reeking of booze, he was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever co across.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around how he’d ended up at that party in the first place. Oliver didn’t do parties, especially not ones like that. He was supposed to be at ho, safe in his bed, not dancing half-naked with strangers.

I sat on the edge of the bed, just watching him sleep. His breathing was steady, which was good. No signs of alcohol poisoning, just a kid who’d had too much to drink.

I leaned closer, catching the sll of unfamiliar cologne mixed with Oliver’s familiar scent. My mind flashed to that fucking stranger he had been dancing with.

That bastard had left his disgusting cologne on my Oliver’s skin. My fingers trembled as I grabbed Oliver’s jaw, turning his head to the other, my eyes scanning for other places where he had probably touched him.

As though sensing my gaze on him, he stirred, his eyes fluttering slowly.

"K?" he mumbled sleepily.

"I’m here," I said despite the jealousy and anger unfurling in my insides. I was mad as hell, but Oliver was using his deadliest weapon, whispering my na like that.

He tried to sit up, but he swayed slightly. "F-feel hot," he complained, tugging at his costu shirt. "Too hot."

Before I could stop him, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaving his chest bare. I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes involuntarily tracing the smooth lines of his chest. Dusty pink nipples. His curved torso.

"Ollie, put your shirt back on." This was the fucking opposite of what I wanted. He was already in so much trouble for dancing with strangers, letting others touch him. If he kept on like this, his punishnt might just co sooner than he anticipated.

"No," he whined, flopping back against the pillows, still tossing and turning. "I’m still hot."

My heart almost stopped when he started working on his pants next, kicking them off with clumsy movents until he was left in nothing but his underwear.

His thighs were spread apart, those toned legs fully exposed. My fingers itched. I wanted to touch him, no, I would do more than that, I could already feel my body hardening with excitent.

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to regain control of my breath. "Ollie, you need to get dressed."

"Don’t wanna," he muttered, kicking off the sheets which entwined his legs entirely from the bed.

That was when I saw it. Sothing I hadn’t noticed before.

The faint discoloration on the side of his neck and I found myself leaning closer despite my better judgnt.

That bastard had left his mark!

The sight filled with a rage so intense it took my breath away. Oliver was mine. Had always been mine, even when I’d convinced myself I hated him.

"You dare to carry another person’s scent and mark and now you lie on my bed naked?!" I gazed at his sleepy face, he looked so innocent and vulnerable right now. But he had been naughty, and bad pets only deserved punishnt.

His eyes fluttered and he blinked at confused. "Huh?"

"You even let think that nuisance was your boyfriend, you made go so crazy thinking about him touching you, tell , what should I do with you?"

But Oliver had already drifted back to sleep, leaving alone with my dark thoughts and the overwhelming need to erase every trace of another person’s touch from his skin.

My fingers caressed his stomach, up to his chest. My breath beca erratic as I leaned forward, my lips found his neck, my tongue tracing the smooth skin there.

I didn’t expect Oliver to lift his arms, wrapping them around my neck. I stilled for the next few seconds as he whispered, "Are we playing Captain Cuddles, K?"

I blinked, and then the mories rushed in.

Captain Cuddles.

It was a ga we used to play, back then, during our sleepovers. I used to pretend to be afraid of the Boogeyman, and Oliver was Captain Cuddles, who hugged to sleep.

I didn’t think he would still rember.

"Should I sing the song... to scare away the Boogeyman?" His face was buried against my chest now, but even this touch from him oozed innocence and then, he began our guardian song, each lyric bringing back floods of mories. Nurous sleepovers, of him holding like this.

"When shadows creep and darkness falls, my guardian stands so brave and tall, he holds close, he keeps near...And chases away my every fear..."

My breath ca out harsher, his head fell against the pillow again, but he didn’t stop the chant. His voice was lower now, barely a whisper.

His exposed body drove crazy, his innocence and naivety made my desire grow even more, and his voice...

Fuck!

My thoughts were running wild, and I was envisioning it in a moan. I could imagine him calling my na so softly like this as I took him.

I wanted to experience his first, to fill him up like I’d always done in my dreams.

The thought was too much; my dick was throbbing in my pants, and there was a large tent where it was begging to be touched.

His eyes blinked at again, but they were still dazed "Are you no longer scared? S-Should I stop singing?"

Fuck no!

"No, don’t stop..." The words left as a strangled hiss as I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my cock.

"Strong arms around , safe and tight, My guardian stays with all night. . . "

I was stroking my cock while Oliver sang for a supposedly afraid ’’.

The sight of his small nipples, his flushed face had enthralled.

I stroked faster, gazing at those parted lips. I leaned closer and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around once more. My teeth found his neck, enclosing the mark on his skin.

"He whispers softly, don’t be afraid,

I’m here until the monsters fade... Argh!" His voice rose to a half scream as I bit down on his skin.

"Don’t stop singing!" I growled at him. He fucking obeyed. My sweet little boy.

"No scary things can find here, when my guardian holds dear,

His heartbeat is strong against my ear, and it makes all the bad dreams disappear. . ."

"You’re mine, Ollie, always know this..." I grunted, stroking faster, my face shimring with sweat. I threw my head back, feeling myself getting closer. And closer.

"How I wanted this to be his hand... no his mouth .. or better yet, I wanted it to be him clenching around my cock like a vice.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I should move away from him. Yet, only adjusted my position appropriately as the cum spurted out of , spraying his exposed chest. Coating one nipple.

A deep groan escaped my mouth as my dick kept spurting an incredible amount of sen I didn’t know was possible.

I’d never co like this before, my hooded gaze glanced down at his beautifully sleeping features, seeing the droplets on so part of his face. His neck. It was the most beautiful sight.

There is my own mark.

He was mine.

But he forgot the last part of the poem, which was usually my part

If you twitch or try to flee,

I’ll pin you down beneath the sheets.

So hush, Sir Cuddles, don’t you whine. . .

You’re mine to guard, and I’m all spine.

I lay down beside him, and maybe it was his muscle mory, because he didn’t hesitate to hold against him.