Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 27: Hurting each other

Chapter 27: Hurting each other

Lennox's POV

I should have walked away.

I should have left her standing there, wet hair clinging to her skin, wrapped in nothing but that damn towel that made it impossible to think straight.

But I didn't.

I couldn't control it—the jealousy, the anger, the possessiveness burning through my veins like wildfire. I knew I shouldn't feel this way. I knew Louis was mated to her too. But the thought of her kissing him, of her enjoying it, of her getting wet for him—for him alone—drove me insane.

And now, here she was, standing before me, wrapped in nothing but a towel, staring at me with those defiant eyes, daring me to react.

"Of course, I enjoyed it," she suddenly said, her voice sharp, cutting through the thick air between us. "We can even fuck if we want. I prefer him to you, and I'd pick him over you any day."

The words hit like a punch to the gut, but I didn't let it show. I just stared at her, my hands pressing against the wall on either side of her.

My entire body went rigid.

She didn't know.

She had no idea.

No idea what she had done to me. No idea what I had been through because of her.

She didn't remember what she did years ago—the words that shattered whatever affection I had for her. She didn't know that those words had already ripped me apart once, and here she was, unknowingly twisting the knife deeper.

She didn't know that was why I hated her.

I forced a smirk, masking the rage threatening to consume me. If she wanted to play this game, fine. But she had no idea who she was playing with.

I leaned in, my lips barely inches from her ear. "Then why, Olivia," I whispered darkly, "why can I smell your arousal right now?"

Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with a glare. I chuckled, low and dangerous, brushing my fingers against her bare arm just to watch her shiver.

"You can say whatever you want," I murmured, letting my lips almost graze her skin. "You can keep pretending. But your body? It already knows the truth."

Her heart pounded, but she kept a hard expression. "I don't know what you are talking about," she spat.

I smirked. "There's only one way to find out,"

And before she could argue, I cupped her cheeks and crashed my lips against hers.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle.

It was a battle.

with just as much force. But the moment my tongue slid against hers—claiming,

doing to me. My hands roamed lower, gripping her waist, then trailing over the soft curve of her

found her thigh, slowly inching up, teasing, daring her

But she didn't.

I kissed her with a hunger I couldn't control. She struggled to keep up with

inviting. I cupped her breast through the thin fabric, feeling her body shudder at my touch. A low moan

her legs for me, her body already begging for more. My fingers found her slick

muttered, feeling how tight she was. My cock throbbed at the thought of sinking into her. "So fucking tight," I groaned, my

had ever fucked her.

who even dared to look

hated her, I

gripping onto me as I curled my finger, pumping it inside her. She was soaking wet, and it

had never felt this way—not with anyone—and definitely not

deepening our kiss, swallowing every moan,

down her neck as I tugged the towel off her shoulders. My eyes darkened at the sight of her bare

I muttered before taking one into my mouth, sucking hard while my other hand played with her nipple. Her

her fall apart first. My finger drove into her faster, her walls tightening around me. Her cries grew louder, her hands clutching at me as

my movements, letting her ride out her climax before I pulled my finger out. Bringing

was rising and falling rapidly, her wide eyes locked

my lips as I met her gaze. "It seems you want me just like I thought." I smirked and took a step away, forcing myself not

did better. Learn from

smirk vanished in

as her words

Unfortunately, Louis did better.

thick with tension. My jaw clenched, fingers curling into fists at my

she had no idea—no fucking idea—the

lie she tried to feed me. I could still smell her arousal—the way

yet, here she was, throwing his name in my face like it

took a step toward her, slow and

She held her ground.

Of course, she did.

up to mine, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her pupils were still blown

think that will annoy me?" I murmured, my voice deadly calm. "You think saying such a lie will change the way

masked it quickly,

moaned for him," she spat, her

a

stepped back, letting my eyes rake over

I thought," I said coldly. "Even Anita—who my brother and I have fucked more times than I can count—is tighter than you. Who knows? Maybe you've been whoring