Page 54 of Pain and Possession

"She'll be there at seven."

I bite down on my bottom lip, taking a deep breath. Fighting the urge to call him something that will definitely get me punished, "Why-“

"I told you to speak your mind Olive, I didn't say I was going to listen. You have a voice here, it just so happened to be wrong this time."

I beg your fucking pardon?

"If you are ready, I'd like to examine you now. Mr. Arcuri I'll have my receptionist give a reminder call in the morning if you'd like."

Dickwad nods before smirking at me. He knows exactly what he's doing, pushing my buttons… but why?

Chapter twelve

The Liar & Her Monster

Stalker by Stevie Howie

Noè

All my earlier humor flies out the window as soon as Marcus sweeps her long, dark hair out of her face. His hands gently prodding on her soft skin, skin only I should touch. I bite into my cheek reminding myself it's his job, that I called him here to do it. That it isn't appropriate to kill every man that touches her skin, a desire that has increased since the events of this morning and last night. I want things to work with Olive; I want it more than I've wanted anything. I'm self-aware enough to realize that might require some relaxation on my part. It certainly has nothing to do with the lecture Charlotte gave me earlier this morning.

Anger and guilt dance around the boarders of my mind. Something is different about Olive today, like I've finally put a dent in her armor. I stand up from my desk, tired of pretending to be uninterested in his examination of my little doll. I walk around the desk, roughly grazing my split knuckles across the wood as I go. Ignoring her adorable as fuck glares as I lean against it, cracking my neck slightly.

Marcus lifts his eyes to me briefly, "You'll pinch another nerve if you keep that up."

"For what you charge for house calls I'm sure that will devastate you." I mock, making him chuckle. Marcus has been the family doctor since I was a kid, he's a skilled one at that. The man has patched me up countless times. Fixed wounds on myself and my men that should've been fatal. Also, he's discreet which is a priceless attribute in my line of work.

"Alright, no signs of concussion. You have a subconjunctival hemorrhage, which is just a broken blood vessel it'll clear up on its own. Tylenol for pain and discomfort, perhaps a cool rag draped across if it's a bother."

She gives him a small smile, making my jaw clench as she reaches out squeezing his arm lightly as she thanks him. An action I know was only for me.

So, you want to play little doll?

"Yes, we'll see you in the morning Marcus." I say, casting her a warning look as I hand him a blank check. He tenses at my change in demeanor before making a quiet exit. I turn my attention on her, making her fidget with her nails as she looks down at her shoes.

"Not feeling so brave now, are we?" I prod her, knowing it won't take much. I almost laugh when her head snaps up, "You fucking started it!"

I take a step closer, then another until her back meets the floor to ceiling bookshelf. Her pretty amber eyes widen as I press into her, "That I did."

"Why?"

I smirk running my fingers through her soft hair, "You're just too fucking cute when you're angry." She draws in a ragged breath, it's warm on my skin as she exhales. The smell of her filling me with a need only she can fill.

"Stay with me?" I ask, running my lips dangerously close to hers. It's not a question and the way her skin flushes a beautiful rose pink tells me she knows that. She suddenly lifts taking my bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard. My cock jerks as the pain sinks in, the tinge of my blood on her lips is beautiful before she timidly darts her tongue out licking it clean.

Fuck Olive.

I jerk her into me crashing my lips into hers before twisting my hand in her hair tugging back on it gently as I direct her over to my desk. It takes a quick single sweep of my arm to discard the contents on it. She smiles, looking at me just like she did that first night, except this time there's forever in her eyes. She sets my soul on fire, and I've never been happier to die. I lean down nipping at her neck before I pull off her top, gently teasing her taunt nipples through the fabric of her white sports bra as she moans lightly pressing herself harder into me.

"Be a good girl and tell me what you want." I murmur against her skin before I push her bra up, letting her breasts fall free. My mouth finding her nipple like a fucking magnet as I flick my tongue out lapping at it gently. She whimpers, rolling her clothed sex against me.

"Use your words doll. Tell me what you want me to do to that desperate little cunt of yours." She sucks in a sharp breath her nails digging into my arm as she continues to grind herself on me.

"I want…" She trails off, moaning. I quickly reach down digging my fingers into her hip stopping her before she makes herself come.

"Yes, baby?"

"I need you to fuck me."

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