23. Tyson

Tyson

H olding back, not fucking Olivia with everything that I’ve got, it’s harder than I thought. I move the fountain pen in and out of her several times while she watches me with a confused look. I know she probably feels nothing, but the idea is to seduce her mind before I fuck her. The fountain pen slides to her clit, and I rub it in circles, looking for her most sensitive spots. It doesn’t take long for her nails to sink even deeper into my flesh.

“Do you like that?” I murmur against her lips.

“It’s…different from what other men did to me,” she breathes.

I hate that she thinks about all those Dukes who abused her. “Focus only on us. On how good we are together. On how I am making you feel.”

My fingers enter her, and I use them together with the pen to drive her crazy. I want to shove my cock inside her and feel her around me, to fuck her until we are both spent, and give her no option but to become my wife. I’m a Lord at heart, and I would be considered weak by other Lords if they ever found out how patient I am with Olivia. Others would have done even worse things to Olivia than Rueben and I did. Many don’t want to admit it, but Lords are as bad as Dukes when it comes to women. The main reason why I don’t take away Olivia’s free will and tell her how things are going to be is because she has been traumatized enough. She needs to be loved, not abused even more. My blood-brothers and I will never be her champions or heroes or whatever distorted ideas women have about men, but we won’t be her next tormentors either.

Her breathing lets me know it won’t be long until she cums all over the pen and my fingers.

“Tyson, I don’t want this,” Olivia whimpers.

I should stop, but I won’t until she cums for me. That’s my goal. “You cum for Ansel, Jasper, and Mose all the time. You can’t neglect Rueben or me. We are yours as well.”

She thrashes her head against the wall. “I don’t want to cum for you. I will fuck, suck, and ride Ansel, Jasper, and Mose in front of you and Rueben until you understand that I’ll never forgive what you did to me.”

Olivia thinks she can fight Rueben and me. She doesn’t know how stubborn we can be. I press the pen more against her clit as my fingers curl inside her.

“Do that and see what happens. You know how jealous I can get.” I wanted to become a Priest because I thought I couldn’t share Olivia. If it were up to me, I would take her away from this awful place and start a new place in some remote country. Between the Blight, the Dukes, and the Senator, we are stuck here.

The tip of her tongue licks the corner of her mouth. “Are you going to take me to the shed again?”

I might have to let Olivia burn that shed to the ground. “I’ll take you to my bed, in my room, and remind you why you fell in love with me.”

Her legs start to shake around me. She moans loudly before saying, “I don’t love you anymore,” as she comes.

Seduction is an art, and I’m just getting started. Even if it takes years, she will love me again.

I don’t let go of her. I’m not done with her yet. I remove my hand from her pussy and bring the pen to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”

Her gaze holds mine as she sticks out her tongue and runs it up and down the pen, licking her juices from it before doing the same to my fingers. When she is done, the tip of her tongue slides along the seam of her lips. “It tasted like Jasper and Ansel.”

She is trying to provoke me, to see what I’ll do to her next. So I take her by surprise when I kiss her. “You looked so beautiful when you came for me.”

“I hate you!”

“I love you,” I say before I kiss her.

Olivia returns the kiss, proving that she doesn’t hate me. She is lashing out because she is in pain. Jasper was right about her from the beginning. If I had taken the time to listen to him, I would have married her by now. Ansel won’t be the one who puts a ring on her finger. I’m going to do that. He can find something else to give to her.

We kiss until my pants feel too tight around me, and I lower her feet to the floor, leaving her confused.

“Aren’t you going to….?”

Fucking her would be easy. Almost too easy. I want to edge her mind before it happens. But I’m still going to make her cum using my mouth, fingers, and whatever else I find fit. I want her to get wet when she thinks of what I’m going to do to her next. I need her to want me so badly that it drives her crazy before I finally put my cock inside her.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Fuck you?” I finish the sentence for her. “Not unless you want me to.”

Olivia hesitates before saying, “You can do whatever you want to me, and I will let you.”

Just like I thought.

“You would, but I wouldn’t only be violating your body then, but your heart and soul as well. I want to win you back, not destroy you even more.”

Her eyes dart to the door. She wants to leave, but I still have things to say to her. “You did it before, in front of…Levi,” her voice is barely a whisper.

“What Rueben and I did to you was wrong on so many levels.” Her gaze returns to me. “I won’t make excuses for what I did, but when Rueben said you wanted to run away with Levi…I got angry that you wanted to…leave me. In my head, you were mine, and no other man had the right to put his hands on you. I barely tolerated seeing you with my blood-brothers. But something snapped inside of me…that night…and I finally saw what I was becoming. It’s when I decided to talk to Levi, and he made me see how I was killing you little by little. The videos only made me see what I did. I know it won’t take back what I did, but I’m sorry, Olivia. I hurt you when I should have protected you. Let me love you again.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears, and I pick her up in my arms and take her to my desk. My eyes are still hurting, and I often get headaches during the night. I should rest right about now but Olivia is more important than my vision. I sit on the chair with her on my lap. Her head comes to rest on my shoulder, her palm on the free one. My fingers massage the back of her neck.

“For years, I was so lonely.” Her voice is always soft, but right now it’s full of pain. “I wanted to die, but I held on to the hope that you would return to me one day.” She lets out a bitter laugh. “Hope is just a lie. You never came.” She falls silent for a moment before saying, “In the forest, when you all hovered over me like I was some piece of meat in the butcher’s shop, you said little rabbit. Did you know it was me?”

I don’t remember a lot from that night except for being in shock when Rueben took off her blindfold. I didn’t expect to see Olivia. All I knew was that she was no longer in the US. “No. I never thought I’d see you again. I hoped I’d never see you again. All that Rueben ever talked about was how he would kill you and…I didn’t want that.”

“You wanted to be the one to kill me?”

For years, I imagined all the ways I would make her suffer, but I never once wanted to end her. “I wanted you to live so you would be as miserable as I was.” My throat bobs. “If I had known the pain in your heart….”

A few tears fall down her cheeks. “What then?”

“I would have held you like I am now.”

A sob leaves her. “I want my baby.” My hold on her tightens. “Our little Spencer.”

“It’s all my fault—“

Olivia puts her finger on my lips, silencing me. “I shouldn’t have said that. My father is the one who ordered the doctor to let Spencer die, not you. Besides, my body failed our son. I couldn’t carry him full term.”

I remove her hand from my mouth and kiss her forehead. “You did wonderful, and I should have been by your side, doting on you every second of your pregnancy. Do you know where he is buried?”

More tears fall down her face. “My father let Jason take care of Spencer’s funeral. Jason refused to tell me what he did with our son. It is one of the reasons I keep returning to him because I want to think that one day he will tell me.”

Jason is my next target. What I did to his friends will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to that son of a bitch. Talking about Spencer is causing Olivia too much pain, so I change the subject. “The job offer is still available.”

Olivia cleans her face on my T-shirt before saying, “The muse thing you were talking about earlier?”

“I was being truthful when I said you inspired me all these years. Why do you think I’ve become an author in the first place?”

Olivia blows her nose on my sleeve. That’s gross, but I don’t say anything about it. I do deserve it. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Because I wanted our story to have a happy ending.”

I rewrote our love story in each of my books. Now, I have the opportunity to live all my fantasies.

“I was never meant to be happy in this life,” Olivia says.

I cup her cheek. “You were born to be loved by my blood-brothers and me.” She snorts before using my T-shirt as her handkerchief once more. “It won’t be easy, but one day, you will be happy again.”

“I doubt it. Regarding your offer, I’ll think about it,” she says. “Having my own money sounds very tempting. What would I have to do?”

“Be here while I write.”

A crease appears between her brows, and I kiss it until it disappears. “Won’t that distract you?”

“On the contrary, your presence here will help.”

After chewing her bottom lip for several seconds, she says, “I’ll have an answer in a few days. Can I go now? I want to take a shower and change my clothes.”

I open the top drawer of my desk and take out the phone Alma brought for Olivia. “I meant to give it to you earlier, but I never found a good moment. Alma is still missing. I don’t know what the Senator did to her. For all I know, she could be dead. She might be noisy as fuck, but she is not a bad person.”

Olivia takes the phone from me. “Why are you telling me all this?”

“You’ve always thrived when you had a friend. Camila brought out the best in you.” Olivia’s face turns pale. So, I try to say the next part as clearly as I can so she won’t misinterpret my words. “One of the Lords who was present the day we found Mose and you in the desert has a cousin. Some years ago, a dog bit her on her face, and it resulted in her having scars. Because of that, she barely goes out.”

I don’t want to tell her who she can befriend or not, so I let her draw her own conclusions.

“I hate my scars too,” Olivia lets me know. “But I would love to talk to her. What’s her name?”

“Anne.” I press my lips to her temple. “I love your scars. It’s proof of how strong you are.”

Olivia tries to stand, but I’m reluctant to let go of her. “Cum is dripping from my pussy. You either let me shower, or you use your tongue to—“

I stop myself before I shove her off of me because I don’t want her to know how hot I find the idea of licking Jasper’s cum from her pussy. What the hell is wrong with me?

Olivia gets up and goes to the book I dropped on the floor. “If I like this book, I’ll be your muse,” she says before leaving.