Chapter 147
ROMAN-
Olivia was sour the entire next day.
I did not see her at breakfast. I did not see her on the beach. By afternoon I cracked. I could not pretend it didn’t bother me any longer.
“Where is Olivia?” I asked Ethan. “I haven’t seen her all day.”
Ethan sighed and cracked a beer. “I think Luca turned her down. Or stopped texting. She’s acting lovesick. Won’t talk to anyone. Locked in her room.”
Guilt hit extra hard.
Her brother thought it had something to do with the F1 driver. He didn’t know it was his own best friend that had her depressed like that.
I had not wanted her to feel like that. I was staying away for her own good. And Ethan’s. I did not want to betray him.
Lovesick. The word felt wrong. She was not sick over Luca. She was sick over me.
Night came. Still no Olivia. Everyone else was out camping on the beach.
I could not stop myself. I knocked on her door even though the sane part of me was insisting to leave it
alone.
“Leave me alone.”
I opened it anyway.
She sat up, ready to shout, then saw me. I shut the door quietly. Moonlight was the only light flowing into her room currently.
She looked fucking sexy even out of the bikini-soft pajamas that still made my hands itch to touch her. Red hair down. Eyes puffy. Mouth tight.
Did I make her fucking cry? You jackass.
“Why are you in here while everyone is out?” I asked.
“Why do you care?”
“We’ve been through this already.”
She sighed. “You will never have sex with me. Your words. Not mine. Apparently I’m not good enough to be fucked by Roman. But other girls are.”
I frowned. Her words felt like a slap I had earned.
“Do you really think that’s what this is about? You think I turned you down because you’re not good
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enough?”
Partly yes
I groaned. “Olivia. You drive me fucking insane. Don’t ever think I don’t want you.”
Her eyes looked brighter at my confession.
Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to say that.
I added something quickly, before that look became a door I walked through. “I’m still choosing to keep my distance. I can’t hurt Ethan. He would never overstep like that with my sister. I know him. He deserves the same kind of respect and loyalty from me.”
“If you have no intention of touching me, then leave-”
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in before I had a chance to understand what I was doing.
Her scent took over.
“I have every intention of touching you. Now. Here. Just not sex. Okay?”
She bit her lip. Then she nodded, like this was better than nothing.
“Strip,” I said. “I want you completely naked.”
She looked surprised at first but she didn’t need to be told twice.
She did. I did as well.
The moonlight was on her red hair, on her breasts, on the body I had tasted in the sand and sent away.
I didn’t think twice as I put my mouth on her everywhere I could reach.
Starting from her throat. Then the underside of her breast. I sucked her nipples until she shook.
She arched into me, fingers in my hair, a broken sound when I used my teeth. I pushed two fingers into her and fucked her with them while she muffled sounds against my shoulder.
She was soaked. Tight. The same as last night. I curled my fingers and watched her fall apart on my hand, biting her own lip so people would not hear.
I was so hard it hurt. I wanted inside her so badly my vision narrowed.
“Can I at least feel it rubbing against me?” she whispered.
Fuck.
I wanted to drop to my knees and whisper yes baby, whatever you want, I’ll fucking bring the moon to you if you ask me.
I winced at that thought. Yeah, I was pretty gone for her.
I could not resist.
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I laid her down and placed my cock at her entrance. She cried out. I groaned into her neck. It was difficult not to slip inside. The head of me kissed her opening, wet, hot.
I robbed through her wetness, right there, in and out along the middle, never pushing in. She was soaked. I was shaking. Every stroke painted my cock in her. Every time I dragged up over her clit she gasped. Every time I slid back down I had to lock iny hips so I would not take what she was offering.
I was losing it.
The line was very thin. Ethan was on the beach. I had to keep reminding myself of that, it was the only thing keeping me from pushing into her.
Her pussy was so fucking wet against my cock. I could feel how she would take me. Tight. Hot. I would not last. I would not stop.
She scraped my back and then looked up at me, eyes pleading for more.
“Please? Can’t we? I want you, Roman. I’ve wanted you for years.”
Fuck fuck fuck.
No.
I could not give in. No matter how hard her words made it for me. Or that look in her eyes that said she’d die if she didn’t get it soon.
The head of my cock kissed her opening again. One shift and I would be inside her. The house was empty. She was begging. My body voted yes so hard I had to drop my forehead to hers and breathe through my teeth.
“No.”
The word came out of me like I was in pain.
“Roman-”
“No, Olivia.” I held still, shaking, cock resting against her, not in her. “We can do stuff. I can put my mouth on you. I can make you come on my fingers until you can’t talk. But no sex. That’s the one rule. That’s the line I keep.”
Her face crumpled and then fought it. “You want to. I can feel you want to.”
“I know I want to.” It came out almost angry. At her. At me. At the fact that I was a breath from ruining the only rule I had left. “That’s why I’m saying no. If I go in, I don’t come back from it. Do you understand? I will not be able to look at your brother. I will not be able to stop. So we don’t. We stop here.”
I pulled my hips back an inch. It felt like tearing something within. I put my hand between us instead and rubbed her clit with my thumb while my cock stayed against her pussy, throbbing, furious.
She made a broken sound. “I hate that rule.”
“I know.”
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I kissed her so I would not say the rest-that I hated it too, that I wanted to bury myself in her and forget her brother’s name, that I was holding on by nothing. I worked her with my fingers until she came again. quieter this time, shaking, eyes wet.
I held on.
If I let go I would slip. I would push in on the next stroke and the rule would be a joke I once told myself.
I rolled onto my back and pulled her against my chest. Both of us naked. Both of us breathing like we had run for hours.
“That’s the one rule, Olivia,” I said into her hair.
“I mean it.”
She did not answer right away.
When she did, it was small. “Okay.”
It did not sound like okay.
It sounded like a girl who knew what she wanted and wouldn’t stop until she got it.
I stared at the dark ceiling and held her anyway, losing my mind in an empty house.
What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
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The Mockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife
Dex Morgan
Dex works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.