Owning Olivia

“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.”

I didn’t really know what to make of the man before me. On the outside, he appeared hard and brutal but there was a hidden softness inside him. A softness that made me want to be near him and get to know him—the true Silas—not the monster he presented to the rest of the world. It almost seemed as if there were a special side to him that he reserved especially for me. I loved that he let down his guard at home, I loved the husky yet playful man he truly seemed to be.

Silas

That was a stupid thing to say. Why did I say it? Because this woman manages to pull every single emotion from me.

It seemed like she was no longer frightened or horrified when she looked at me. It allowed me to hope that maybe she saw more than just the ugly scars marring my face, or at least had become adjusted to looking at them. I couldn’t help but want her; she was so beautiful, so pure, and incredibly kind and sweet. The way she wanted to save a man who was nothing but horrendous toward her was proof of her inherent kindness. She fascinated me. She didn’t let her abuse turn her into darkness, she chose to walk in the path of light. I reacted to her physically and emotionally in a way that I didn’t understand and it frightened me. I was a man who prided himself on always being in control, but when I was around her, I wanted more of her and when I wasn’t with her, I only wanted to be around her. I’d always been a bit of a loner and this need to be near someone was entirely new to me. Olivia was my drug of choice and I was deeply addicted already.

Olivia in my house was an incredibly pleasing sight. She seemed comfortable in this space, like she was meant to be here. Blue jeans and a cotton T-shirt, caramel-colored curls falling down her back. My hidden estate looked better on her than a dive bar. I could only hope that she felt half as good as she looked in my home.

One look at her delicate, yet curvaceous body and my cock was rock hard, straining against the zipper of my jeans. In fact, it had been hard from the moment she caught me naked in my room. Here I was a twenty-eight year old man, and I couldn’t control my goddamn dick. I’d fantasized about her before—that was a given—imagined her coming undone for me, naked and submissive. I’d imagined her soft pink lips parting for me, inviting me into the warmth of her mouth. I wanted to see her spread across my sheets and open, begging me to take her to make her mine more than anything. I just wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. I had no idea how she really felt about me.

“So what movie are we watching?” she asked, taking me out of my thoughts. The fact that she ate the sandwich pleased me. I liked that she felt comfortable enough to just take what was mine and had been in my mouth.

“Anything you want.”

“Really?” she asked, with a look of surprise. I loved how something so mundane could evoke so much joy in her face. I pushed my chair back and reached for her hand. She placed it in mine without hesitation. I looked down at our hands touching and was taken aback with how small and fragile hers were compared to my own. Hers were pale and soft while mine had seen better days. We were a mismatched pair that somehow fit, a terrible beast and a delicate rose.

“I’m hoping for a horror movie myself,” I teased. “Something nightmare inducing.” I was shocked at how easy it was to let my guard down with her. I was strictly business with pretty much everyone besides Annie and Kyle, but with Olivia it came naturally too.

“A horror movie? Why? Didn’t you get enough gore and violence today?” she asked, her voice a little softer than it normally was. Her body seemed to stiffen and she pulled her hands back until they were opened wide by her sides. She tapped her jeans with her fingers nervously.

I was an idiot. He was a piece of shit, but he was still her father. Her love for him was natural and I’d gone and crossed boundaries. Taken the girl from her only parent and what she was accustomed to.

I hated that I had anything to do with her sadness. I wanted to make it all up to her; I wanted to deserve her forgiveness. Before there had been ease in the room and my stupid comment had brought all the tension back I needed a diversion, something to break her out of her own thoughts. I wanted her to be able to relax.