Page 7 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
Olive's P.O.V.
I stared down at the large man before me, who was gasping for air. My dad was a professional MMA fighter in his youth and he taught me everything he knew, starting when I turned 13. He told me I needed to defend myself from any guy, no matter their size. Clearly, he was right. This wasn't the first time someone at a club tried to manhandle me and got put in their place. Itwasthe first time I'd done it out on the dance floor.
I watched as security pushed their way through the crowd, trying to make it to me. Shit, I'll lose my scholarship if I get charges pressed against me. I tried to think of a suitable solution, but the alcohol was fogging my decision-making skills. I was panicking when a familiar tattooed hand grabbed mine, pulling me through the crowd.
"I'll bring her home safe," Lucas called back to Hailey as he navigated us through the crowd and out the side exit. "Come on, we need to get you out of here."
He tossed me the motorcycle helmet as he straddled the bike. I stood there, shocked for a moment, before I heard the security guards yelling after us. I placed the helmet on, jumping on the bike behind him. My dress rode up more than I would have liked, practically flashing everyone my lacy black underwear. Lucas sped us away, causing me to wrap my arms around his waist tightly so I wouldn't fall off. The thin fabric of my underwear could not block out the vibrations of the bike, making me acutely aware of his body next to mine. The wind was cold and harsh as we raced through the streets.
We pulled up to the familiar tall building of his apartment. He parked his bike in the side parking garage. He kicked the stand out, letting me jump off the bike. I pulled my dress down quickly before taking the helmet off, running my hand over my hair to tame it. I handed him the helmet as he got off. My horny ass got hornier as I watched him take his helmet off and shake his hair loose.Damn if he doesn't get me wet by just looking at him.
"Thought you were getting me home safe?" I finally spoke. He laughed at my comment, a look of amusement in his eyes.
"I did. I got you home safe. My home." He winked as he walked by me. I stood there, stunned for a moment, before I turned to follow him. I wanted to demand he take me home right now, but there was something about the idea of going back up to his apartment and having him fuck me into tomorrow that appealed to me. I followed him towards the elevator leading to his apartment.
"So, when exactlywereyou planning on taking me home?" I asked him as the elevator doors closed behind us.
"Whenever you want me to." He leaned forward, making me take a step back, hitting it against the elevator wall. He was mere centimeters away, keeping his eyes locked with mine. We stayed in a moment of tension until the elevator doors dinged, opening back up. He turned quickly, walking down the long corridor to his apartment. The last time I came, we had been making out on the way in, so I had paid little attention to my surroundings. I was definitely a lot more sober than last time. I noticed the clean, well lit, and beautifully decorated halls gave off an expensive feel. This place has got to cost a pretty penny to rent. I wonder how much?
Lucas unlocked his door, stepping inside without sparing a glance at me down the hall. He left the door open, inviting me inside. I thought it over, feeling maybe I should turn around and call an Uber to get out of here again. This is a bad idea, I know it.
"You coming?" Lucas poked his head out with a raised brow. "Or are you too scared?"
I'm not scared.I walked into his apartment confidently, even though I was feeling anything but. He closed the front door behind me, locking the deadbolt. There's no backing out now.
"Want a drink?" He offered as he walked towards his kitchen. The place was larger than I remembered. The kitchen had all new appliances that looked like they'd hardly been touched. There was a modern feel to the place, with white walls that made the room feel brighter and bigger, but also empty. It was like he staged the place to sell and not live in.
"Some water, please. Thank you." He handed me the cup, drinking some water himself. He watched me through the rim of his glass, making me feel self conscious as I drank.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" He asked, taking our empty cups and setting them in the sink.
"My dad taught me."
"No kidding?" He sounded surprised.
"He was a professional MMA fighter in his twenties. He started teaching me when I was 13."
"That's impressive. Think you could takemedown?" He stepped closer, causing my heart to race with excitement.
"Probably. Guys are always overly confident in their skills." I smiled playfully.
"What if I told you I fight for a living?" He closed the distance between us. Lowering his voice seductively.
"I'd call bullshit. Your hands have punched nothing recently. Your knuckles aren't bruised or bleeding." I observed, making him let out a laugh.
"I quite like you, Rose." He ran his thumb over my lip as he held my chin up. "I plan on fucking you until the sun rises, unless you tell me otherwise."
My breath hitched as my stomach swirled with butterflies. A warmth pooled between my legs at his promise. I knew he meant it and could accomplish it. I bit my lip, staring into those eyes, knowing he was waiting for me to say something, but all words seemed to escape me.What is the English language again?
"If you keep biting your lip, I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me. I bit my lip again as my way of giving him permission. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped at my hips, lifting me up and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs, allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my ass, parting my lips with his tongue. I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my ass, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit, through my underwear.
"You're so wet for me already." He smirked at me before nipping at my lip. I moaned again at the pleasure his touches and words were bringing me. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose.”
He gently pushed me until I was laying back on the counter. He pulled my ass to the edge of the island as he slid my underwear off me. I could feel the cool air hitting my exposed core. His tongue ran up my slit, causing me to moan loudly. He gripped my thighs, bringing my center closer to his face. He began to expertly devour me.
"Fuck Lucas," I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he brought me close to the edge.
I swayed my hips against his face. He slid his finger inside me as his mouth sucked at my clit. I thought I would explode from the inside at the sheer pleasure he was bringing me. A few more swipes from his finger with a couple more sucks had me falling over the edge.
