Olivia’s POV
I tried to struggle against his hold, but he held firmly against the wall. He was way too strong - I couldn’t move even an inch. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it through my back.
"Answer , Livy," his voice was a dangerous growl against my ear. "What do you think you’re doing, snooping around and asking for CCTV footages?"
I mumbled frantically against his palm, every instinct in my body screaming for help. This had gone too far. I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t let this terrifying, obsessive man deeper into my life. The revelation about the hacked security system had changed everything - this wasn’t just so mysterious romantic encounter anymore. This was completely dangerous.
He must have noticed my desperate attempts to call out because his grip tightened, and he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper.
"Don’t even think about screaming, mi amor. We both know no one will hear you back here, and even if they did..." He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "Well, let’s just say it wouldn’t end well for anyone who tried to interfere."
Only then did his hand finally slip from my mouth, but he shifted slightly against the wall, and I could feel the solid wall of his chest against my back.
I gasped for air, my chest heaving as I tried to find my voice.
"Answer ," he repeated, his tone dangerously calm now. "What were you doing in there?"
I struggled to form words, my mind racing for so explanation that wouldn’t make him angrier. "I... I just wanted to..."
"You just wanted to what?" His voice was filled with disappointnt. "To betray my trust? To hunt down like so common criminal?"
"I’m a human being!" The words burst out of before I could stop them. "It’s normal to be curious! I just wanted to know who you were!"
He was quiet for a long mont, and I could feel his breath against my neck as he processed my words.
"Curious," he repeated slowly, as if tasting the word. "Curious enough to risk everything we have together?"
"What do we have together?" I demanded, finding so courage in my desperation. "You’re a stranger who appears and disappears, who knows things about that you shouldn’t know, who can apparently hack security systems like it’s nothing! How am I supposed to trust soone I don’t even know?"
His laughed humorlessly. "Trust? Oh, Livy. You still don’t understand, do you?"
"Understand what?"
"This isn’t about trust. This is about inevitability." His free hand traced down my arm, and despite everything, my body betrayed by responding to his touch. "This connection between us... it’s bigger than your little fears about knowing my na."
"That’s not enough for ," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I need to know who you are before I can let you touch again."
For a mont, he was silent, his body tense against mine.
Then he laughed - a dark, amused sound that made my skin crawl and tingle at the sa ti.
"Let touch you?" he murmured, his voice dropping to that seductive whisper that always made my knees weak. "Oh, ma chérie, you think you have a choice in this?"
Before I could respond, his hand moved to cup my breast beneath my sweater, his thumb tracing and pinching my nipples softly. My body arched against him involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
*Thank God I didn’t wear a bra.*
"You see?" he whispered triumphantly. "Your body knows the truth even when your mind fights it. You have no control when I’m near. You could never stop from touching you."
"Stop," I breathed, even as my treacherous body leaned into his touch.
"Stop?" His other hand slid down to rest on my hip, pulling closer against him. "Your mouth says stop, but your body is already lting for . Which should I believe, Livy?"
I closed my eyes, fighting against the sensations he was creating. "I’m seeing soone," I blurted out desperately.
His hands stilled against my breast. For a mont, the only sound in the alley was our breathing.
Then he scoffed - a sound filled with such dismissive arrogance that it made my anger flare.
"Seeing soone?" He sounded almost bored. "That’s impossible."
"It’s not impossible. His na is Gabriel, and we..."
"No." His voice cut through my words like a blade. "You have . That’s all you need."
The possessive certainty in his voice should have terrified . Instead, it sent a shaful thrill through my body.
"You can’t just decide that," I protested weakly.
"I’m not deciding anything, mi amor. I’m simply stating facts." His mouth was so close to my ear that his lips brushed against it as he spoke. "You belong to . You’ve belonged to since the mont I first touched you. This Gabriel..." He said the na like it tasted bitter. "He’s nothing. A distraction. A placeholder until you accept what you already know."
"You’re insane," I whispered.
"Am I?" His hands left my breast, now sliding up to tangle in my hair while the other hand traced patterns down my waist toward my pussy. "Tell you don’t think about every minute of every day. Tell you don’t touch yourself at night, rembering how I made you feel."
Heat flooded my cheeks because even though I hadn’t done it, i had reminisced our encounters countless tis.
"Tell ," he continued, his voice becoming softer, more seductive, "that this Gabriel can make you wet with just a simple touch. Can make you shiver by just being near, Can make you feel the things I make you feel."
I opened my mouth to deny it, because Gabriel did make feel things - though not this intense, but I couldn’t utter a single word.
"That’s what I thought." His tone shifted again, becoming tender, almost loving. "Mi amor, why do you fight this? Why do you fight us?"
"Because I don’t even know your na," I said desperately.
"Nas are just words, Livy. What we have... this goes deeper than nas. This goes deeper than anything you could ever have with anyone else." His voice beca a caress against my ear. "I would do anything for you. Anything at all. All you have to do is ask."
Sothing in his tone - the complete honesty, the raw devotion - made believe him. And suddenly, an idea ford in my mind. A terrible, reckless idea.
"Anything?" I asked quietly.
"Anything."
"Then help deal with my boss," I blurted out before I could stop myself. "Maxwell Wellington. He’s making my life hell, and I need... I need him to suffer the way he’s making suffer."
There was a long pause. I felt him go very still behind , and for a mont I wondered if I’d made a terrible mistake.
Then he spoke, and his voice was different sohow - colder.
"Maxwell Wellington," he repeated slowly, as if testing the na.
"He’s this arrogant, sadistic CEO who seems to get pleasure from destroying people. He fired for being late, then rehired as his personal assistant just so he could torture with impossible demands and humiliate every day. He’s trying to break , and I..." My voice caught. "I can’t let him win."
"Wellington & Sons," he murmured, and sothing in his tone made turn my head slightly, trying to see his face in the darkness.
"You know him?"
Another pause, longer this ti. When he spoke again, his voice had returned to that intimate whisper, but there was sothing new in it - sothing that I couldn’t identify.
"Consider it done," he breathed against my neck, and the certainty in those three words sent a shiver down my spine.
"What do you an, consider it done?"
But he was already stepping back, releasing from the wall. I spun around frantically, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, but the alley was too dark and he was already lting back into the shadows.
"Wait!" I called out. "What are you going to do?"
His voice ca from sowhere in the darkness, already distant.
"Sweet dreams, mi amor."
And then he was gone, leaving alone in the dark alley with my heart racing and my mind spinning with questions I was afraid to answer.
*What the fuck did I just do?*
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