Chapter 42: Catch me

OLLIE

“Okay, this is getting gross. You two need a room.” She stood and left the kitchen with Alexander and Sarah.

“Why are you so eager to touch and feed me?” I demanded, annoyed.

I put a hand on my chest again. The pounding was becoming uncomfortable.

He looked into my eyes. “Because I like you,” he said simply.

Did Robert Darius Rothschild just say that he liked me?

A deep breath. The percussion in my heart felt louder than a Stomp concert.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Are you okay?” He frowned.

“I don’t know… My heart, I…” I was panicking again.

I felt lightheaded, and my breath grew shorter by the second. My heart was beating too fast. I could even feel my heartbeat in my mouth.

He placed a hand over my chest, inspecting me closely. “Yes, you are starting to have an episode.”

“Dr. Kumar gave me instructions. Don’t get scared.” He stayed calm, soothing me. “It will only last a couple of minutes. Try to relax.”

“Okay.” I watched him and breathed in shakily. I clutched his arm.

“I am not going anywhere,” he assured me, closing the gap between us.

I was so scared, but he caressed me with his hands to comfort me.

~Shit, it’s happening, I’m dying.~

I felt stupid clinging to this asshole like a newborn pup to its momma, but this son of a donkey was the only one who knew I needed my meds.

I would cling to him for my life, even if it was the last thing I did.

“Your pills, Olivia. I am going to get your meds, I’ll be right back,”

“No, don’t leave.” I hid my face in his chest.

“We’ll go together.” He swept me up into his arms bridal style and carried me out.

Vivian watched us through the foyer with her mouth hanging open in shock. Her eyebrows were up in amusement and she called, “There they go, not wasting any time.”

“Shut up,” Darius snapped at her before he ran up the stairs.

My breathing was becoming shallower.

Once we entered his bedroom, he placed me on the bed.

I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy, ready to faint at any moment.

“Darius?” I mumbled, frightened as soon as I lost him out of my sight.

“I’m here. I just spoke to Doctor Kumar.” The sound of a drawer being opened, and then he was back, popping some pills on my tongue.

“Swallow,” he ordered and pressed a glass of water to my lips.

I swallowed, and I felt my eyelids grow heavy.

Before I could say or think anything else, I fell into a peaceful sleep, black as the night and deeper than the ocean.

#

It was dark out when I opened my eyes.

“You’re awake,” I heard his low, husky voice.

I cuddled into the bed, pressing the pillow closer to my face, not ready to fully wake up.

I was feeling better, and my heartbeat was back to normal.

Something on my hand grazed my cheek.

I opened my eyes to inspect it. This was impossible.

My mother’s gold bracelet hung on my wrist. Its green square emerald with small diamonds reminded me of her, of my beautiful mom’s face.

It wasn’t ostentatious, quite the opposite. It was humble, like her, like her heart.

I breathed in, overwhelmed with a sudden urge to cry.

But I’d sold it. I lost it forever. How was it possible?

Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned my head to see Darius’s back where he was seated at the corner of the bed.

He hadn’t left. He was still here.

“You bought it back for me?” I couldn’t hide the emotion in my voice.

“Of course.” He turned around. “I thought you might want it back; you seemed so unhappy when you returned without it.”

I wanted to see his face, but it was impossible from where I was.

I could only see his strong back and broad shoulders.

His body language showed how much he wanted to get out of this room.

My heart melted, and I couldn’t help it.

I crawled over the bed, finding my way to him, looking for a way to stop him from leaving.

I hugged him from behind, touching his chest, breathing him in, feeling the comfort of his body.

“You are making it so hard for me to hate you.” I pressed my cheek to his back, about to break. “Will you believe me if I say thank you?”

“Don’t hug me if you don’t mean it, Olivia,” he muttered without moving. He was tense.

“I mean it.” My arms hugged him tighter.

He took the wrist with the bracelet on and kissed it, but it was different. He wasn’t trying to seduce me.

I swallowed hard, feeling shy and vulnerable. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“If you don’t stop touching me,” he murmured slowly with my wrist on his lips. “I won’t be able to stop.”

I wasn’t ready to free him. I needed him.

I hugged him closer, already shedding a tear, listening to his heart with my head pressed into his back.

No man had ever given me something with so much meaning to me.

He turned and put his hands on my face.

“Please, don’t cry,” he muttered.

“These are not tears of sadness.” I gave him a light smile. “This bracelet belonged to my mother.”

He wiped a tear from my cheek. “You are so rare.”

“Is Seline rare?” I lowered my head, wondering how I’d been called beautiful before but never rare.

He raised my head to meet his gray eyes, making me feel like we were alone in this universe. Just the two of us.

My heart fluttered with all the emotions crashing inside. Did I actually like Darius Rothschild? I did, didn’t I?

“She is not the one for me.” He reached for my lips.

He kissed me softly and I closed my eyes, tasting his minty breath, his juicy tongue, and his warmth.

He held me firmly in his arms, while he kissed me delicately, like he contained a beast inside and it took all his willpower not to break me.

His muscles were bulging, and his breathing was uneven. “I want you. I want you too much, in a selfish way.”

He grazed my arm, sending fire to my skin. “You know what will happen if you stay.”

“Don’t treat me like the others, please.”

“Olivia, you are so oblivious.” He caressed my back and pulled me on top of him, straddling his big legs. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

Even though I was on top of him, he had all the power, and my heart shrank at how nervous I felt when he pressed me against him, bringing me closer with his hands.

Our heavy breathing collided as his hands moved my dress up so he could touch my legs.

His mouth worked diligently, giving me featherlight kisses along my collarbone and neck.

I moaned softly under his touch and, instinctively, my hands went to his chest.

I felt his enormous erection against my core, right beneath me.

I was ready, but something was happening to him; it was as if he was doubting himself, stopping just short of taking me right now.

He pressed me to him as if holding me for dear life.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I don’t want to fuck you,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I want to own you.”

He paused, thinking.

“I will not stop you if you walk away.” Each word seemed to come out with difficulty. “But if you do want this…”

He pulled my neck to him and kissed it slowly, making little circles with his tongue as he sucked lightly.

“I will make you scream my name, again and again, until you cannot take any more, until you are fully mine, and there is nothing else but you and me in your world.”

He pressed himself against me again, and I moaned harder.

“What is stopping you?” I asked shakily, terrified and excited at the same time.

“For you to want the same.” His eyes were full of emotion, for the first time letting me see what was inside those cold eyes.

I kissed him, pulled like a magnet toward his intensity, and he pulled my dress over my head.

He unzipped his pants with me seated on top, and I watched as he released his shaft.

I swallowed hard. It was kind of scary how big it was.

He was not smiling. His eyes were big black holes, watching with a suppressed fire, waiting to burn me instantly.

He moved my underwear to the side and held me steady to place his tip against my folds, not entering completely.

“Relax, I can feel your heart,” he said, holding his palm against my back. “I will not hurt you.”

I gasped when he entered me.

He stopped to let me adjust to his size, but I felt myself tighten even more.

He stretched me to the point that it was a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You are so tight,” he said, closing his eyes and grabbing my ass.

He guided me to rest my back against the mattress without pulling out of me.

I watched shyly as he took his shirt off, giving me a view of his hard abs and defined pecs.

He had the body of a god, too manly, too perfect.

I blushed when he licked his thumb and, without breaking eye contact, placed it on my nub to make small circles while he remained immobile.

My chest was moving up and down as I felt pressure in my core and a steady rhythm building.

He continued massaging me with his fingers, and my hips moved back and forth.

The pain was gone, and I enjoyed having him inside me, what his fingers were doing.

“Better?” he smirked.

How did he know my body so well?

“Yes,” I said, biting my lip, waiting for him to start moving.

He gave me an evil look that stopped my breathing.

I knew he was done being gentle.

~Oh, boy…~

He growled and grabbed my hips with force, digging in with his nails as he thrust, keeping me in his grip, giving me no mercy.

“Darius,” I moaned, closing my eyes as I felt him take me.

“I know, baby.” He took me harder and harder, pressing his chest into mine, pounding deliciously into my walls, making me surrender.

I was ecstatic, trembling into full pleasure.

He pulled me up to sit on top of him.

I screamed as I took his cock deeper, but as I looked down, his eyes were waiting for me.

Our noses touched and our breaths synchronized.

This was not just a fire I was feeling.

It was mixed with something else that made me unsettled and scared.

I was falling, and I could only hope he would catch me.