Page 107 of Between Desire and Denial
She chewed her cheek and the blush that spread across her face made me want to pull her close to tell her not to be embarrassed about who she was. “I know I have a nosy streak.”
“That I’m not sure I find cute or completely detrimental to your safety. It’s likely the latter most of the time.”
She nodded, then she sighed. “This place is… well, people care about it. They put in hard work and time and effort, andthey want to protect it. I figure we should put in some hard work too.”
“Honeybee, I’m only putting in hard work for you and protecting you at this point,” I emphasized so she’d understand.
She folded her arms across her chest as she scowled at me, but I saw the blush on her cheeks. Olive couldn’t hide that she wanted my attention, that we were meant for one another at this point. “You need to take a minute to cool off and think about what you’re saying. I am going to go shower.Upstairs. You better not freaking watch.”
“Upstairs?” I growled out the word. No one belonged up there unless they were a guest. And her ass knew she wasn’t that. I strode across the room, and her name rumbled out from my chest in warning. “You shower in our bathroom.”
“Or what?” The challenge rolled off her lips as she threw a smirk over her shoulder.
That was all the invite I needed to grab her by those curls on the stairs. “I’ll show you where you belong right here right now.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been staring at me through secret cameras either.” She turned fully to face me, one step above me on those stairs, her lips now aligned with mine. She licked them, letting them shimmer like they wanted to be bit.
“You know I’m going to stare at you all I want for the rest of my life, Olive. It’ll be my right.”
“Is that so?” She planted her hands on her hips and glared those amber eyes at me. “Even if you’re my future husband, Dimitri Hardy, you don’t get to look unless I want you to.”
“There’s no question about it anymore. You will be mine. And I’m already yours.” I looked down at my length, rock hard for her under my slacks. “Can’t you tell?”
Her eyes dragged down my body now and her hand slid over my chest, then my abs, and then into my pants. “I wish everywoman outside could tell too. Some of them seem to forget.” She gripped my cock then, biting her lip.
“You can tell them, Olive. Or I’ll keep telling them for you. I’m yours.” She pumped her tiny fist up and down my cock as I groaned. “I’m always going to be yours.”
“Why do I feel like I might lose you at any moment then?” Her voice was breathy now as she held my gaze. “I watched you mowing our lawn, Dimitri. Watched how other women looked at you—”
“Just remember I’m only watching you. I’m here for you. I’m doing it all for you.”
She whimpered, then said, “I want you.”
“Good because I’m taking you on these stairs. I should take you on our front lawn too. I want to take you everywhere in this house so you remember every second of every day while you’re here that this is how much I want you always.”
“How much?” she breathed.
I leaned in and told her, “Turn around, walk a step up.”
She did and then asked, “Now what?”
I ripped her thin yoga pants down. “I’m going to burn every pair of these so no man can stare at the curve of your ass anymore.”
“I’ll just get more.” She giggled.
I smacked her ass then. “Get on your knees, Olive Monroe. I’m going to fuck that pussy to remind you who’s in charge.”
She did as she was told and I shucked my slacks down, ready to have her right then and there. Yet, she threw her curls over her shoulder to glance back at me. “MaybeI’min charge. You make me feel that way, Dimitri. You have a hunger in your eyes for me sometimes where I swear maybe I am the only woman for you.”
“You are.” I pumped myself once as our eyes locked. “You’re the one I want forever.”
“I’m starting to believe it,” she whispered before she glanced down and murmured, “Maybe I want you to show me now. Show me you want only me. Show me how much, Dimitri Hardy. I want you to fuck me hard. So hard I feel that cock through my whole damn body.”
With that comment, she put her elbows on the step and arched her back so her beautiful ass was on display for me. I grabbed the railing to steady myself at the gorgeous sight. Her pussy was perfect, dripping for me already, her skin was so smooth and delicate that it felt made for me too as I took her hips in my hands. “Olive, if I take you here—”
“You better. And you better make it rough.”
No more hesitation, I did what she told me. She was in charge. I thrust my cock deep into the center of her, wanting to feel every single inch of her then. I roared her name as I did it, and she screamed mine.
