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Luke

Almost everything falls into place. I let one of Dad’s housekeepers know we won’t be at the house for a few days. I have my stuff packed and ready to go, and Olivia is following me out of the house like a good girl. Not that I’d mind if she put up a little fight, because I’d like to go Viking and throw her over my shoulder.

What I didn’t count on was the weather. I hear thunder and there’s a good chance we might get a little rain on the way to the cabin. I strap our bags to the back of the bike, start it up and jerk my head to tell her to get on behind me.

She climbs on and wraps her arms around me. A possessive growl comes from somewhere deep inside me. I hate anyone scaring Olivia, and I sure as fuck hate that it was someone she slept with, but she’s mine now, and I will show her what that means.

We set out for the cabin and sure enough, about half-way there, it starts to pour. Olivia tightens her hold on me, huddling behind me. I’m shielding her from a lot of the rain and all the wind, but I’m not happy that she’s getting wet and probably cold. I have a truck at the cabin and wish I had her in that instead of the bike.

When we get to the cabin, I park the bike and hustle her inside. She’s quiet and docile and shaking like a leaf. It’s easier to have her like this. Quiet. Obedient. Frightened.

Part of me hates it.

I start a bath and while the water’s filling, I light a fire in the fireplace. The kindling is dry and in less than a minute, a fire is roaring. Olivia’s standing by the door, watching me. She’s still sure I’m the one threatening her. She’s trembling both from cold and fear.

I liked it better when she was sassing me. I’m aware of my effect on people. With my height and strength, I often scare people. It’s never bothered me before, but it does now, seeing the fear in her eyes, especially when someone has already been messing with her.

The way she looks reminds me of the picture of her sleeping. How she looked so defenseless and it makes me want to reassure her, treat her gently. At the same time, it unleashes a primitive need to hurt and maim and punish anyone who threatens her.

“Come with me, baby,” I tell her and she follows wordlessly.

I light a candle in the bathroom and turn off the lights. Her teeth are chattering and she’s watching me, a little dazed, like a deer in the headlights. Steam fills the bathroom warming the air, but I still need to get her out of those wet clothes.

I pull off her jacket.

“Lift your arms so I can take off your sweater, baby.”

She complies and after I have her sweater off she goes to cover her breasts even though she’s wearing a bra. I decide to let her keep it for another moment and I take off her shoes and pants, not an easy task since her clothing is sticking to her like a second skin. Her skin is cold to the touch and she flinches anytime my fingers brush against her.

Finally, she’s standing there in nothing more than a bra and panties. In the hazy candlelight, she looks like a dream. Her hair is wild, hanging down her back. Her bra matches her panties and I’d love to admire her for a moment, but she’s shivering. I need to get her in the tub.

I flick the clasp of her bra and tug it from her shoulders. Out of sheer self-preservation, I keep my eyes locked with hers. If I see her tits, I might not be able to maintain control. I hook my thumbs under the seam of her panties but she pushes my hands away.

“I’ll do it,” she murmurs.

She sets a hand on my shoulder and takes them off. Steeling my resolve, I keep my eyes off her and help her into the tub. As she sinks into the water, she gives a long shuddering sigh. I turn off the water.

“Thank you, Luke.”

Her voice is soft, and something about it drags my gaze down to where she lies in the water. Apparently, I like to torture myself. Her eyes are closed and her hair floats, framing her pretty face. Her breasts are lush. I can imagine how they’d fill my hand and how I’d like to tease those small, pink nipples. Her waist is narrow and flares to hips that are beautifully curved.

I don’t know why she thinks she needs to lose weight. She’s perfection.

Her lids flutter and she looks up at me. Her hair, a mass of sassy corkscrews spread across the water like they have a will of their own. She lies in the water, looking up at me, a halo of curls framing her face. “I don’t take my clothes off for just anybody, Beast.”

I smile. It’s so damn good to hear the attitude back in her voice.

“I’m your bodyguard, Olivia. I thought it would just be for the next two days, but something makes me think it’s going to be longer.”

“And that gives you the right to undress me and watch me take a bath?”

Her expression is pure sass and her breasts jut up from the water, taunting me.

I kneel down and rest my elbows on the tub. “I’m trying to keep you from catching pneumonia.”

She holds my gaze but something flickers behind her eyes. The wariness returns because I’m so close. I set my hand on her stomach and she draws a sharp breath.

“Your skin was so cold. I need to make sure you’re warming up. I think you are…warming up.”

“Y-yes,” she says. “I’m getting warmer.”

She starts with the trembling again.

“Are you scared of me?”

“Not really. I’ve just never been naked in front of a man before…sober.”

Before I saw that picture I might have believed her, but at least one fucker has seen her in a nightie. That’s all right. She can play innocent if she likes. I’ll be her big bad to her little red.

“Want me to give you a bath?” I tease, as I flex my fingers.

She shakes her head, but gooseflesh spreads across her arms. Her breasts grow taut. Her nipples tighten and when she moves to cover herself, I snare both of her wrists and pin them above her head. She takes small, panicked breaths and licks her lips. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I can’t stop myself and if she wants this to stop, she’ll need to speak up.

I trail my fingers down her flank to her hip and grip her, digging my fingertips into her just a little. She parts her knees and whimpers. She can’t fight if off, either.

“I think you’re wet for me, aren’t you dirty girl?”

Biting her lip, she shakes her head. Slowly, I run the tip of my finger across her thigh. I tease the seam of her pussy with a few lazy strokes and watch as she closes her eyes and whimpers for me like she knows how much I want to hear that sound.

I skim my fingers across her pussy. She’s swollen and I’m certain she’s slick, but I need to prove my point, so I press my finger a little deeper. When I brush over her clit, she jerks. She’s wet and the feel goes straight to my cock. I couldn’t be any harder.

I take my hand away and she moans as she opens her eyes. She looks at me in confusion.

“As your body guard, I can’t let you go to sleep like that. Finish your bath. No soap. I want to taste your pussy, not flowery soap.”

She gasps and is about to give me an earful, but I stop her by setting my finger on her lips, the same finger that is coated in her juice. Her eyes go wide.

I lean down and kiss the tight bud of her nipple. “Hush.”

Olivia

Luke draws me out of the tub, wraps me in a towel and gives me slow, devouring kisses. His tongue delves between my lips. He’s a tease, toying with me wickedly, while I slowly fall apart in his arms.

He coaxes me back to the vanity and kisses a hot trail down my neck, pausing when he reaches my left collarbone. Tracing a line with his tongue, he continues down my chest, and kisses the curve of my breast, nips me softly and lowers to his knees.

“Luke…”

“Hush.” His voice is a whisper, soft and gentle, but his grip on my ankle is firm and non-negotiable. He lifts my leg and drapes it over his shoulder and skims his lips along my thigh to my sex. I’m wet, so wet, and while I expect him to tease me for my desire, he growls instead.

“You’re mine, Olivia,” he murmurs.

Without waiting for a reply, he lowers. I hold my breath, and my hands drop to clutch his head. It’s an involuntary movement, but he laughs softly and licks me. It’s a gentle movement at first, but then he teases me apart and does it again. I arch back and let out a soft cry.

“Luke,” I whisper.

“Let me, Olivia. You’re all I want.”

He licks me again, slowly, and then starts lashing me with his hot, wicked tongue. My legs start to shake even though I’m writhing. He grips firmly enough to support me but still allowing me enough room to wriggle a little. And I do. I grind my hips and keen like some sort of primitive animal in heat.

He pushes my thighs further apart and licks my wet core.

My arousal climbs.

“Please don’t stop,” I whisper.

His grip tightens and he sucks my clit. Gently at first, but then a little more firmly. With one hand, he strokes me, pressing his finger in just a little and then stopping abruptly. He growls and sucks me harder before pleasure erupts. I tip back my head and cry out his name.

Getting to his feet, he gathers me into his arms. The support of his body keeps me from falling to the floor. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so weak. He lifts me in his arms and I offer no resistance as he takes me to bed.

Lit only by the fire, the cabin glows with warm flickering shadows. Luke strides across the room and lowers me, slowly, slowly to the bed. He’s over me, pressing me back while I tug at his shirt. With a growl, he tears it off, stands up and sheds his boots and pants.

I lean back and watch him, appreciating his powerful build. His shoulders ripple with muscle, and inked with swathes of tribal tattoos, he looks every bit the fierce warrior. When he pulls off his boxers, I can’t help but stare. His cock is huge, curved, and he gives me a sexy smile as he strokes it once.

The reckless part of me wants him just like that. Nothing between us. Smart, careful Olivia knows that’s a terrible idea, but wild, fun Olivia overrules her.

“I’m on the pill,” I say.

A growl rumbles in his chest. “Are you inviting me to play bareback?”

“And I haven’t been with anyone since-”

“Ever,” he says, cutting me off.

“What?”

He prowls across the bed. “I felt you when I went down on you.” He tilts his head. “Virgin territory down there. So, tell me what you want, sweetheart. You want something between us?”

I shake my head and he’s already settling between my thighs, pressing against me. I can hardly process what he’s telling me and the sensation of him against my opening. He’s not even inside and already it feels impossible.

Smart, careful Olivia manages one last plea. “My mother was on the pill when she got pregnant with me.”

He groans and kisses me, a sweet, chaste kiss distracts me from the way he’s pushing inside.

“I hope it’s a girl,” he whispers.

I give a breathless laugh at his outrageous comment. His cock fills me more with each short thrust and he cradles my head in his hands. The kisses he scatters across my face are interspersed with soft words. He tells me how beautiful I am, how I belong to him and that he’ll never let me go.

A twinge of pain makes me cry out and dig my fingers into his shoulders.

“Hate to hurt you,” he says.

“Don’t stop.”

His body is covered with a sheen of sweat. The pain ebbs and the impossibly full feeling gives way to something much different. He takes deeper strokes and clasps my hips. I meet his thrusts and wrap my legs around him. The movement makes him draw a sharp breath. Air hisses between his teeth.

Luke just made me come so hard, but he’s making me half-crazed all over again. His hands are everywhere. On my breasts, my hips, gripping my hands and pinning them to the bed. Small, keening cries that I hardly recognize as my own, fall from my lips. He gives me an answering growl and captures my mouth with his. He strokes me with his tongue. The sensations overwhelm me and indescribable pleasure builds.

“Come on my cock, Olivia,” he rasps.

His thrusts slow and I arch, a plea that makes him growl and bite my neck.

When he first entered me, he was gentle and slow, but now he’s raw fury and the glimpse of his face stuns me. His eyes hold me with a possessive look. His lips twist.

“You’re mine, Olivia.”

With those words, he takes me over the edge. I arch beneath him. Pleasure rolls through me. For a moment I’m utterly silent, and then small mewling sounds come from the back of my throat as I drift down from the stratosphere.              

A snarl tears from his throat and his shoulders and back tense. He collapses on top of me. His lungs heave like bellows.

“I wanted you the first moment I ever saw you.”

I stroke my fingers down his back. “I remember.”

He rolls to the side and cups my chin. “I mean, I wanted you, like, lock you in a tower and never let you go, kind of thing.”

Closing my eyes, I set my forehead on his chest. “You were not particularly pleasant that night.”

“I don’t want men looking at my woman.”

She smiled, but he remained serious.

“Stay with me, Olivia. Be mine.”