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.

fought me, her nails digging into my arms, lips pressing back with just as much force. But the moment my tongue slid against hers—claiming, dominating—she whimpered, and that sound sent a jolt straight through

feel exactly what she was doing to me. My hands roamed lower, gripping her waist, then trailing over the soft curve of her hip before sliding

my fingers found her thigh, slowly

But she didn't.

her lips parting under mine as I kissed her with a hunger I couldn't control. She struggled to keep up with my pace, her soft whimpers

bare skin—warm and inviting. I cupped her breast through the thin fabric, feeling her body shudder at my touch. A

trailed my fingers lower, brushing against her entrance. She gasped, parting her legs for me, her body already begging for more. My fingers found her slick heat, and I groaned as I teased her before pushing a

thought of sinking into her. "So fucking tight,"

she was untouched. No man had ever

sure to threaten anyone who even dared

I never wanted anyone

inside her. She was soaking wet, and it only made me move faster, desperate to hear more of those breathless sounds

felt this way—not with anyone—and definitely not with

closer, deepening our

the towel off her shoulders. My eyes darkened at the sight of her bare

into my mouth, sucking hard while my other hand played with her nipple. Her moans filled the room,

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

my finger out. Bringing them to my lips, I licked them

and falling rapidly, her wide

me just like I thought." I smirked and took a

at me. "Unfortunately, Louis did better. Learn

smirk vanished

the room as her words

Unfortunately, Louis did better.

into fists at my sides. She was taunting me,

fucking idea—the beast she

I could still smell her arousal—the way

throwing his name in my

a step toward her, slow

She held her ground.

Of course, she did.

meet my gaze.

"You think saying such a lie will

but she masked

way I moaned for him,"

a

letting my eyes rake

tight as 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