Chapter Twenty-Nine — Oliver

I sat at my desk and scratched my head. Having Maya in my bed was fine—as long as nobody was aware of it. The mansion my mother lived in was large enough that she and her husband occupied a completely separate wing than Maya and me. And we were careful to never be together when the servants were in our part of the house. All hell would break loose if anyone found out about us. We were doomed from the start and it was a fucking nightmare to try to figure out how I was going to handle this.

Alec hated scandal of any sort. His first wife’s suicide had nearly ruined his reputation in the medical industry and the high society circles he moved in. Everyone judged him, blamed him for the loss of her life. How had he not read the signs and stopped it from happening?

The man would go ape-shit crazy if he had any idea I was fucking his daughter. Nearly two weeks of wild abandon and fucking Maya as often as I could, under my stepfather’s roof, was already taking its toll on my nerves. And hers. Sometimes she’d cry after we fucked, telling me that this had to end. I wouldn’t listen. I didn’t want to hear it.

The real estate agent had just delivered the documents for the purchase of a home on the hill of Santa Barbara. I couldn’t go back to my empty life in LA. No amount of working hard and fucking even harder could cure my obsession with my stepsister.

Nor could I stay in my stepfather’s house any longer. I was unable to keep my hands off Maya, fucking her from the moment we went upstairs to my room after dinner until dawn, not to mention every opportunity I found during the day. But the things I still wanted to do to her, the ways I needed to take her, were impossible while staying there.

My little bee was sweet and smart. She knew just how to wrap me around her little finger. Christ. All this time I thought I was the one in control, but it was her all along. I was acting like a fucking love sick teenager—she invaded my every waking moment. If she wasn’t with me, I’d be thinking about her, getting hard remembering her taste, dreaming about her. My dark obsession with my stepsister ran so fucking deep there was no way I wanted to stop this. Yet I knew we were on a collision course with destiny.

It ate at me like cancer, causing me sleepless nights and anxiety. In the small hours of the night, when Maya curled up in my arms with my dick still inside her, I’d make up my mind to give her up, to walk away. But the instant my eyes met hers when she awoke, I fucking couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk away. In fact, I craved her more. My hunger for her grew in intensity until I was convinced I was losing my fucking mind.

Some day everything would fall apart. Destroy us. It terrified me that we could be torn apart by shit beyond our control. I fucking hated the despair it left in my gut. Hated that I was waiting for it to come smashing down around us.

But more than anything, I hated that I’d become weak. I'd allowed her to get under my fucking skin. It had to stop. She was nothing more than dirty sex to me. It was her gorgeous body I wanted to fuck, nothing more. My obsession was purely carnal.

Raw.

Primal.

But that was it.

I needed to take back my fucking power. Prove that I hadn’t become soft because of her fucking pussy driving me wild. God forbid that I fell in love with her. My own stepsister. What kind of man would that make me if sex wasn’t the only thing on my mind?

A deviant.

A fucking depraved deviant.

Maya needed to understand this was only about sex. Nothing more.

We couldn’t fall in love with one another.

It was the one thing that would break us.

Force us apart.

Love.

Anger swirled in my gut that I’d allowed her to have pleasure from this. I was losing my perspective on what this was all about. This was revenge for all the wrongs that had been done to me. And since I’d taken her virginity, there was nothing to stop me from showing her just how rotten I was at the core of my soul.

I was going to fuck her, make her scream with pain. The same pain I felt deep in the abysses of my fucking soul.

Was I heartless? Yes. Yes, I fucking was.

And Maya would find out all about that soon enough.

Once I’d exorcised my demons, then I’d consider letting her go. I’d use her then throw her away. Discard her like a broken toy. Because that was what she was. A sex toy for my pleasure. I wanted to believe it.

Then why did it hurt so fucking much whenever I thought of my life without her? Why was I miserable when I was away from her? Why did every cell in my fucking body yearn for her?

I hated myself for feeling this way.

Before, I had the power in my hands. Now I was weak for her. I needed her like I needed air. Something wasn’t right. I had to fix it.

Grabbing the keys of my SUV, I made my way to my car. She’d be at class now, but luckily I knew the campus, so I'd track her down. I'd teach her that I was her master. That I hadn’t become soft. That I would only use her. That I didn’t need her to breathe.

That love was a four letter word.

Twenty minutes later, I’d found a parking spot near the building where I knew she was taking her class. I walked over the lush green lawns, asking a few people that I’d recognised and seen with Maya before if they knew where she was.

“Yeah, she’s in that building,” the brunette whose name I’d forgotten said, checking me out with big eyes running up and down my body. She looked at her watch. “Her class finishes in fifteen minutes. Why don’t you come to the cafeteria with us while you wait? She usually comes there after class.”

I followed her and her friend to a glass building with tables set outside. We found an empty one and sat down. I wasn’t really listening to their conversation; I kept looking at my watch.

“You’re Maya’s stepbrother, aren’t you?” The blonde cocked her head and twirled her locks between her fingers—the universal sign for subtle flirting.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Um, we heard you moved to LA. Pity you didn’t come to this school.”

I didn’t feel like explaining myself to them. There really wasn’t any point. The second I spotted Maya, I’d be gone.

“Ah, there they come now,” the brunette chirped.

My head snapped up. They?

Sure as fucking hell, Maya came toward the building, oblivious that I was there. She was laughing, completely at ease with the guy she was with. My gaze shifted to him, ready to tear his head off. I sucked in a breath—it was none other than the little prick I'd thrown out only the other week. What the fuck?

Unable to watch any longer as he laid his hand on her arm and smiled into her eyes, I jumped up and stormed toward her. As I approached, the fucker saw me first. His eyes widened and he stopped talking, his mouth gaping open as I closed in on them.

“Maya, I need you to come with me,” I growled. “And you, jackass, quit touching her. I’ve warned you before. Don’t make me fucking break your dick.”

I didn’t wait for his response. I grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back toward the building she’d come from.

“Oliver, wait. What the fuck’s gotten into you?” Maya said, digging her heels in and refusing to come along.

“If you don’t want me to throw you over my fucking shoulder and carry you off, you better come along,” I grunted. Her resistance was pissing me off big time.

“Stop acting like a fucking barbarian.” Her voice had a panicked tone to it. “Everyone is looking at us, for fuck sake. Slow the fuck down and act normal.’”

Jesus fucking Christ, I was going to burst into hysterical laughter. Normal? I didn’t have a fucking clue what that was. Normal was not in my vocabulary.

“The bathroom. Where is it?” My patience was fraying. Any minute I was going to snap.

“You’re going crazy because you need to take a piss? What the hell?” she said, indignation clear in her tone.

I laughed. It was the safer of all the options. I saw the board pointing to the unisex bathrooms and pulled her inside, locking the door behind us. I didn’t wait for another word from her; I slammed her hard against the wall, my mouth closing over hers. I caught her gasp in my mouth as I lifted her off the ground, pressing her back into the concrete wall. Maya’s legs automatically clasped around my hips, squeezing tightly. Her skirt rode up her thighs; I pushed it up further until the fabric bundled around her waist.

“Got to fuck you,” I grunted while loosening my belt and dropping my pants to my ankles. My cock sprang free, hot and throbbing. Anxious to feel her warmth. Gripping both of her wrists in one hand, she whimpered as I pinned them above her head. They’d still be tender, especially since she’d taken off the bandages, so I squeezed harder, making her cry out in pain.

Good. I wanted her to feel pain. If I felt it, she sure as hell needed to feel it, too.

Pushing her panties to the side, my cock thrust into her all at once. She shuddered from the pressure of taking all of me to the hilt. Fucking her like an animal, I thrust in and out, harder and faster, not caring if she liked it or not.

This was for me. To show her who owned her. That I was her master.

Her whimpering became louder, but I covered her mouth with my hand as I fucked her into next week. My eyes met hers. Large. Frightened. Dilated.

A dead fucking giveaway that she liked this. Fuck. I was using her and she was fucking turned on. Little bee was as fucked up as I was.

I tore my gaze away and bit into her shoulder. A muffled scream escaped her lips as my teeth and cock sank ruthlessly into her, claiming her.

And then I came. I came so hard that my knees nearly buckled under me.

Tears splashed onto her cheeks as I took her mouth with mine, possessing her completely.

When my rage finally subsided and I pulled away from her mouth, she blinked a few times and turned her head away from me. I gripped her cheeks roughly and jerked her head back to me.

“Never look away from me, Maya. Never,” I warned through gritted teeth.

Her tear stained face turned red, her eyes blazing as she spat in my face.

“You, Oliver King, are a fucking monster. I despise you.”

My hand tightened around her throat.

“And you, Maya Childs, are my little slut. Deal with it.”

I stepped back from her, letting her feet slide back to the floor. Pulling up my pants, I fastened the clasp of my belt.

“If I see that prick touching you again, you are both going to be sorry.”

Shaking, I stormed out of the washroom, never looking back.