Page 54 of Expecting an Argument
So dismissive. So demanding.
And all she wanted from me wasjustto fuck her.
Fury washed over me. “That’s what you want? You want to use me, just like everyone else?”
“I never said—”
My hand dove to her clit and she screamed instead of finishing her bullshit excuse. I gave her no mercy as I forced her to come. Her walls clamped down on my cock as she cried, dragging me over the edge with her. I gritted my teeth as I came, but I kept playing with her so she was still coming.
Olivia’s keening sobs echoed around the gym. Her body shook as I made her come over and over, forcing her to take her pleasure past her limit. Pride filled my chest as her miserable little face flushed red.
Have a taste of the agony you choke me with, Olivia.
When she finally flopped to the mat, I withdrew and pulled my pants back on. My head cleared and a flash of shame burned the back of my neck.
What…what had just happened? Why had I suddenly gotten so angry? What had made me lose control like that?
Disgusted with myself, I rose to my feet and looked down at the mess I had made.
Olivia was on her side, eyes closed and panting. One hand rested limply beside her while the other cradled her belly. Her calves twitched in the aftershock of her climax as trails of my cum glistened on her thighs.
“That’s mine,”my instincts whispered.
My shoulder muscles quivered as I tried to shake off that possessive masculine urge. I grabbed a rolled-up gym towel from a nearby warmer and gently cleaned Olivia as she rested, biting back a string of curse words as I mentally pieced togetherwhat had happened.
I was hunting down her secrets and forgot that I was the real prey.
I was playing with fire when it came to that iron-hearted woman. I had made it six months into the pregnancy without spilling all the Fontaine family secrets, but Olivia knowing me was no longer my concern.
Oliviahadme, plain and simple. Maybe it was merely paternal instincts temporarily clouding my judgment, but I couldn’t deny that Olivia made mefeel.I wanted to buy her a castle to keep her away from me, but hold the key in my pocket so she could never leave. I wanted her sleeping silence in the morning and her screams on my sheets in the evening. I wanted her to confess her ugly truths and then tell me pretty lies.
Not since Katie left had I experienced such a messy splatter of emotions one right after another. Olivia had made me so weak that she could crumple me like paper. It wasn’t fair, but if I stayed calm and made her think I had the upper hand, maybe I could keep her from knowing.
I quietly knelt just behind her back. Gently as a whisper, I hooked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and leaned in close.
“Playing cool won’t work anymore, not when you bare yourself like this,” I said softly against the shell of her ear. “Iwillfind out what you’re hiding. Enough with the games, Olivia, you won’t win.”
My lips moved down and I placed a lingering, claiming kiss on the side of her neck. I looked at the wall of mirrors as soon as my lips touched her skin, and I caught those beautiful brown eyes popping open in horror.
Hopefully, I had made her feel just as scared as I was.
With that possessive itch at the base of my brain satisfied, I calmly rose to my feet and walked out of the gym.
I went upstairs and hid beneath the foggy steam of myshower as the hot water beat against my back. I had no idea how I was going to navigate the rest of the pregnancy, nor was I any closer to knowing what was going on in Olivia’s head, but I was certain of one thing…
Olivia Adams was finally making me lose all control.
What had this damn pregnancy done to me?
I gnawed on my nails as I confessed the mortifying truth in my pregnancy journal. Beau was turning me into glass—if he could see through me, he could shatter me.
Running away with my feelings of growing comfort with him had only made him chase them. Even days later, the skin on my neck still tingled with the memory of Beau’s kiss. And the way he kept his eyes open, just so he could watch my face as he did it…
Someone started a rumor in junior high that Beau and his family were all vampires, and that searing, possessive kiss on my neck made me think there was some truth to that theory.
Beau being a blood-sucking monster would have made my situation easy—black and white, good against evil—but Beau was keeping his intentions a mystery. Even if what had happened in the gym was just a weird humiliation ritual for him,at least it was clear he was trying to get in my head.
I would rather he actually drain my blood and make me sleep in a coffin before he had any access to my thoughts.
