He cut me off with a kiss-not hard or rushed, but deep. Slow. Passionate. His tongue explored my mouth like he was savoring me, and I melted into him, my fingers clutching his shoulders as he pressed me gently back onto the bed,
He stepped forward, each movement controlled and slow, like a wolf stalking a prey, only I wasn’t scared. I was burning. And I couldn’t look away.
And then, he stepped free of the pants.
My lips parted in awe.
He kissed down between my thighs, spreading them slowly as his shoulders settled there. My heart thundered. breath He climbed onto the bed, the mattress’ dipping under his weight, and my hitched when he caged me between his arms. He didn’t touch me-not yet-but his presence was overwhelming.
Lennox licked me like he had all the time in the world-long, slow strokes of his tongue that had my back arching off the bed. He knew exactly where to touch, where to suck, and where to press with just enough pressure to drive me insane. My fingers tangled in his hair, my thighs trembling as he devoured me like I was his favorite meal.
Tears welled in my eyes, not from pain-but from the overwhelming emotion. I clung to him, grounding myself in the warmth of his body.
Our eyes locked.
He slipped the strap of my nightdress off one shoulder, then the other, his lips following the path as my dress slid down my body, pooling around my hips.
Our bond hummed in the air between us-thick and real.
From anticipation.
He kissed me again, deeper this time. “You feel like home,” he groaned.
Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
“You smell like you need me,” he whispered against my neck, his voice thick with desire. “And I need to taste every part of you.”
When his mouth reached my breasts, I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips as his tongue circled my nipple before taking it into his mouth. His other hand toyed with the other breast, and my thighs instinctively clenched together, seeking friction.
The world blurred.
And grinned.
“Lennox?” I sat up slowly, confused but not afraid. “What are you doing here?”
He kissed his way back up, and when he hovered above me again, I could feel how hard he was. How much he needed this too.
His hand slid between us, guiding himself to my entrance. He moved with painful slowness, easing in inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. I cried out at the sting, and he stopped immediately, holding me close.
But I felt it before I saw him.
His cock stood tall between his legs, thick, long, and veined, with a proud curve that made my entire body flush. He was huge. The kind of huge that made my throat dry and my heart stumble. The ridges of veins traced down his cock, leading to a thick base that promised fullness I’d never known. My eyes lingered, both frightened and fascinated by the sheer size of him.
Lennox.
I opened my mouth to explain, but his furious eyes scanned me from head to toe.
I instinctively reached up, covering my neck.
“Calvin-what did the letter say?” I asked again, terrified, my heart racing.
Just then, a knock landed on the door.
But then I looked back at Calvin… and what I saw surprised me.
His words struck like a blow to the gut.
Olivia’s POV
-Lennox.
“Don’t,” he said sharply, blocking my hand. His tone was firm, protective. “Something harmful could be inside.”
I stood, my heart racing. “What did it say?”
My mind screamed yes. I knew it. I lived it. I survived it.
Tears filled my eyes. My knees felt weak.
“Those men-those animals-they’re the ones you can’t stay away from?” he roared. “Do you even know what they did to you?!” 3
I scoffed and shook my head. “It wasn’t. In fact, it was the best dream of my life,” I admitted with a blush.
Nestled beside it was a small folded note.
It was beautiful. The kind of jewelry I’d always admired in shop windows but never bought for myself. Simple, elegant, with a tiny sapphire set in the center.
“…You let them touch you?”
“I wanted to kill them the moment I read that report,” he muttered, pacing furio “And those are the men you’re letting near you again?”
There was no hate in his eyes.
I turned to Nora and Lolita. “Come with me. I want to introduce you to my brother
His expression changed.
This morning, I was dressed casually in jeans and a simple top. I wasn’t Luna anymore -no need for formal gowns.
“Are those… hickeys?”
“Breakfast is served, my lady,” a maid called from outside.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Do you know what else I learned?” he spat. “That they made your best friend their concubine just days after getting married to you. That on your wedding night-” he broke off, rage choking him.
They looked at each other nervously.
I staggered back at the weight of his anger.
I couldn’t speak.
I looked up, my lips parting. “Calvin… I’m sorry. I was going to tell you-“
I flinched, my breath catching in my throat. My hands trembled as I slowly stepped toward the shattered box. The locket had rolled across the floor, but my eyes weren’t on it-they were on the letter. It had fallen open.
I froze.
I exhaled, relieved. “Thank you, brother,” I said gently, taking my seat at the table. Calvin picked it up and began to read.
“Did you let them touch you?” he asked slowly, angrily, like the words themselves were poison in his mouth.
I gasped.
What was that look?
Inside was a delicate velvet pouch. He pulled it open and revealed-
How did he know that? 42
I’d buried that night so deep, I thought it would never surface again.
Just a strange stillness.
“Those men rejected you. Abused you. Treated you like trash. And not just once,” he continued, his voice trembling with rage. “You nearly died because of them!”
After a few seconds, he gave a small nod and returned to eating without a word.
“Last night… where were you?” Calvin asked, his voice cold.
He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, seething.
My blood froze.
“This just arrived for Lady Olivia,” he said, stepping forward.
There was no need to hide it anymore.
And unexpectedly, he hurled the entire box across the room with a growl, the contents scattering across the floor.
I swallowed hard and sighed. “I had a dream.”
“They fucked your best friend right in front of you,” he said, his voice low and trembling with fury. “And you collapsed.”
We made our way to the dining room, and there sat Calvin, already at the table, halfway through his meal.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.