Page 61 of Little Did You Know

"Nick." Olivia's breath hitched as the door clicked shut behind us covering us in darkness. My mouth crashed hard against hers as I slammed her back into the door and pinned her hands above her head. I demanded her submission. I wanted her to know she was mine. She immediately surrendered, her lips parting and I shoved my tongue inside, teasing and tasting every inch of her mouth until I sucked the air from her lungs.

Ripping my mouth from hers, she gasped for air as I spun her, pinning her to the door. Her hands still pinned above her head, I pressed my cock hard into her back.

"You feel that?" I breathed in her ear as I used my other hand to pull her hair hard to the side to give me better access to her ear.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Tell me you want it." My lips grazed her ear, feeling her pulse race beneath my grip.

"I want it." The words escaped on a shaky exhale, her fingers curling against the door.

Releasing her hands, I ran my fingernails up her bare thighs until I found the string holding her bikini on under the dress and released it, letting it fall to the ground. Her breathing deepened as my hand moved over her hips and slid down to her heat. I moved my fingers slowly teasing her, making her want more, making her need more. I ground my throbbing erection into her back, circling her most sensitive spot and making her cry out for more.

"Want what, Olivia?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Tell me you're mine." My grip tightened on her wrists, need roughening my voice.

"I'm yours."

"Tell me your body is mine."

"My body is yours."

"And who's pussy is this?"

Shoving my pants down, I pulled out my cock. "It's yours, please, Nick," she begged. I kissed her ear and moved my way down her neck as I pulled her dress up and leaned her forward to position myself to enter her. Grabbing her around her waist, I thrust hard into her. A moaning gasp escaped her lips.

I wanted to make her scream. I wanted to make her scream loud enough that Luke knew she was mine and only mine. Another hard thrust made her scream out in pleasure as her body began to vibrate around me. I reached around, ripping the front of her dress and exposing her full tits as I continued to pump in and out of her, harder and faster with each stroke. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to mark her as mine. I wanted every man here to know she was mine.

Her moans got louder, and I could feel my climax coming closer. Another thrust and her body shook uncontrollably, and I felt her release around me. I pushed harder and pulled out quickly, releasing myself on the back of her dress and up her back.

I slowly pulled out of her, and she straightened as she caught her breath and worked to put herself back together but there was no putting that dress back together.

"Why did you do that?" She felt the evidence of my climax on her back. "You ruined my dress."

That was my intention. I wanted the evidence that she was mine permanently stained into her dress. I wanted to ruin her. I never wanted another man to look at her. But the look on her face pulled me back from whatever rage I was stuck in.

"Olivia," I said. "I—" I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to explain what happened because I didn't understand it. That had never happened to me before. I had never lost myself in a jealous rage before.

I met her eyes and could see the confusion in them.

"Nick, what's wrong with you?" I had no idea how to answer that.

"I'm sorry, I lost control."

"How am I supposed to go back to the party?" I couldn't tell her I didn't want her to return to the party. "How am I supposed to leave this closet?" She held up the top of her dress.

I backed toward the door. "I'll walk out and make sure it's clear. If it is, you can go upstairs."

She reached for a towel and used it to cover herself.

I stepped out of the closet and was immediately confronted by Hannah.

"Where's Olivia?" Hannah planted herself in front of me, arms crossed. My silence only made her eyes narrow further. "I saw her come up here with you." She took a step closer, voice dropping. "What's going on?"

I focused on a point over her shoulder, jaw tight.

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